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Zethus finished learning the Air Funnel technique, and decided he'd kept Mamoru waiting long enough. He got up, left the CAZ, and headed to Moonlight Peak. [EXIT]
[Learned Air Funnel.]
Posted: Sat Sep 28, 2013 7:53 pm
--"Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake."--
╔════════════════════╗ >>--»Shino Tenpi«--<< ╚════════════════════╝ ------------ The Control, The Secrets, The Power ------------
Shino walks into the training facility and sighed, his thoughts wondered at his last visit here.*its been way to long...but I suppose reinstating was the best thing to do* Shino thought to himself and put his hands in his pocket as he looked up at the sky."I suppose getting back in the swing will be the best thing to do..." he said to himself
--"Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake."--
╔════════════════════╗ >>--»Shino Tenpi«--<< ╚════════════════════╝ ------------ The Control, The Secrets, The Power ------------
Shino looked down at one of the dummy"I suppose getting back into the swing won't hurt"he said as he walked toward the dummy and smiled and lifted up his claw gauntlet and opened his palm so that the claws where pointing up at him,"lets start off simple..." he said to himself then looked back up at the dummy and took a step forward and thrusted his claw forward and pierced the torso of the dummy leavening it with a large gaping hole in its center"well not bad"
[Jade Strike: 1/1]
Shino smirked then grabbed his shield on his back and turned it in his hand*I suppose I should get better with this thing as well* he thought then quickly swung the shield hitting the dummy causing it to stagger a bit*how hard can it be*
[Shield Bash 1/1]
Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 7:34 am
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Immediately after entering, Dagon pulled along filler NPC "Marcus Drewry" to help him learn. He started to think on what, exactly, he needed to begin with. It was quite apparent that Diabolus were very proficient with the elements, and his elemental attacks were substantially increased in power. So, he could certainly do to learn elemental techniques, especially considering they'd probably be his main source of offense. Fire would be his weapon, and wind his armor and shield. The usefulness of these elements was apparent, especially in unison. He'd start off with the basics. They were basic kicks, punches, really easy abilities. Dagon couldn't help but be a little content with shoving his first forward, blaze and wind coming out. Perhaps it was because of his demonic nature, but power completely enthralled him. It wouldn't be a surprise if he spent the rest of the day here, in the training grounds, just duking it out with his body.
He recognized that his fire spells were more powerful than the same spells done by the surrounding trainee. He could see their looks of jealousy, amazed at his knack for all these things. His talent was immense. Dagon begun to learn other skills -- you know, ones different than simply fire and wind. He'd seemed to get a knack of the basics pretty quickly, so he wanted to move on to other things that he was good at. He decided he'd use his shotguns, the duel weapons he'd come to have a knack for. A technique he'd always wanted to learn was bullet rain, which essentially made it rain, bullets. The ability was simple enough; aim up, apply energy, fire. Done, and so easily. The next skill he'd learn would be Blowback. It was useful for fighting weapon users and ugh... paladins. He ramped up by practicing his mad dashes, pressing forward and leaping high onto the arm of the training dummy. Then, with a sinister smile, he unloaded its synthetic head with a blast of bullets.
It didn't take long before he'd become well-versed in a multitude of abilities. If this was all training really took, then he'd certainly make a habit of coming to Spwoon Fort often. He didn't really meet anyone or speak to much of anyone here, except for the Kiranu who'd helped him learn, but whatever. They weren't quite up to his level, and he didn't need the attention of someone less than equal.
(E-ranked fire techniques learned, Funnel/Suction/Punch-Kick/Shield learned for Wind, Bullet Rain/Blowback learned for Shotgun)
As he came in, Jack saw numerous people training with their elemental skills. Figuring he should figure out how to use his as well, he set about collecting a few books strewn about the area and started practicing.
He found himself a dummy that hadn't been attacked yet and reviewed his books. It seemed that the core technique he would learn first was a basic fireball, which was launched from punches and kicks. He decided to give it a shot, and surprisingly, he actually succeeded on his first try, singing the dummy's head quite nicely. He threw a few more punches to make sure he memorized the technique, and then he finally stopped once it was clear that someone would need to replace one of their test dummies. [1/1]
Jack decided to try out the flame shield next, which would probably help him defend from some of his more fiery enemies. It was simple to put up a shield the size of his hand, but he felt he needed something more to defend with. He proceeded to do it again, this time with the shield about the size of a normal shield. Trying on last time, he made the fire shield appear again, and this time it appeared as large as a door. Feeling satisfied, he looked at his books to start figuring out some mechanist techniques. [1/1]
[Learned: Fireball, Flame Deflection]
Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 5:04 pm
Looking through the mechanist manuals, Jack found an ability that would prove useful for constructing new machines. It involved using magnetic fields to move metal objects in a number of different ways. However, it was clearly specified that the object in question couldn't be manipulated in any way with this power, and that the object also had to have made contact with the user in order to use the power. With that in mind, Jack began his experimentation. [1/1]
He decided to do the tests with his longsword; although he didn't like to think about it, he had used it many times. At first, it seemed he could only use the ability in bursts, causing it to fly into walls a number of times. After a while, though, he was able to control it completely and with little difficulty. After this small bump in the road, Jack felt he could do something he had been planning for a long time: body augmentation.[2/2]
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Since the king saw that almost everyone was doing training of their own, he decided to get some training done of his own. He moved into the back room of the building, looking for his note book in which he scribbled several different ideas on. One of these ideas was an initiative called 'Hell's Grasp', a style based on the elemental mastery of the Fire element.
Moving away a safe distance from the others in the room, Alistair sat down with his back against everyone else. If he wanted to do this, he knew that it wasn’t as simple as using his flames to attack. It was all different. Anyone could master the physical aspect of the fire element, but there was something much deeper. Flames weren’t just destruction. It wasn't just about power. It was unclear to Alistair, but as he envisioned the flames in his head, his fists lit on fire. The fire continuously bounced off of his hands, as if petroleum jelly covered his hand. When he opened his eyes, he saw them. He felt no heat, not even from the flame. Even as he raised the flames to his face, it didn’t burn him. But when he lowered it to the ground to raise himself up, it left a singe mark on the ground. He clenched his fists, somehow increasing the intensity of the flames. He still felt no pain from his flames. Now, it was only a matter of testing it out. Alistair moved in front of a dummy, with his hands still lit on fire. He practiced clenching his fists, changing the intensity of the flames every few seconds. Finally, he raised his fists, shifting into his stance for Muay Thai, and he jabbed the dummy. Upon contact with the dummy, the flames released a thin wave of heat, most likely to initially burn whatever that was hit. Then, a small shockwave almost pushed even Alistair back, as it was meant to push something else was that wasn't nailed to the wall. Alistair continued experimenting with the flame on his body. It wasn't growing unless he wanted it to. He had complete control over it. Alistair was even able to shift the flames down into his legs, and once he did so, he stomped the ground. Once his foot hit the ground, a wave of flames released in all directions, extending up to two meters. The flames seemed to char the floor around him, proving to be a useful skill in terms of distracting. It was good, but Alistair would classify it as a D Rank skill. Wasting no time, he shifted the flames back into his hands, each hand holding the same level of flames. He glanced at both of his hands and paused for a few seconds, after smirking, he thought of an idea. Alistair suddenly clapped, releasing a wave of heat into the room, extending almost 30 feet away from him. To Alistair, the heat was nothing, but to everyone else, even those who specialized in the fire element, the heat would be almost debilitating. He took a deep breath in, then exhaled after a few seconds. As he exhaled, the flames on his hands retreated back into his body. Without him even noticing, his body began to heat up exponentially. He only noticed it after he sat down and he smelled something burning. Even after deactivating the skill, he noticed that his body had grown almost feverishly hot. It was no longer as cold as the cool country wind.
[Stage 1 of Hell’s Grasp, Mastered]
He continued on, not thinking about resting after getting a taste of what this could turn into. Though, he did know he had to remove himself from the area. All that he was doing was leaving burn marks wherever he moved. Momentarily, he moved himself outside, where no one really cared about the damp soil ground. Alistair had several ideas as to what direction to go with this next part, and yet he did not know where to start. He began by calling back the flame from earlier, watching it shift over his skin to where he wanted it to move. When he changed the flames intensity in his right hand, he saw it ball up, growing hotter, stronger. By mistake, his wrist flicked, launching the flame outward like a much stronger version of the fireball. It was incredibly fast. Alistair replicated the situation and the same thing happened again. He thought about Fire Stream, and how it had a very short distance before it became just a weak flame. Perhaps using this stronger flame was the answer. He held his hand up and the flame that had weakened after being shot out had risen once more. After balling his hand into a fist, he opened his hand and shot out a stream of pure fire. Larger than the fire stream by a few inches and it even had more force. Now that he was on a roll, he had no intention to stop. He remembered something from his notes, an idea that was never really used because it seemed too weak – the Blaze Kick and the Explosion Fist. Alistair surrounded his entire right leg in flames, and after learning to control its intensity with his own will and with no movement, he made the flames intensify. When he swung his leg, a trail of flames followed. He continued on without pause as he shifted the flames from his leg and into his hand. The flames themselves were still as explosive as they were with the kick, perhaps even more so. When Alistair struck the ground, a rather strong force almost lifted him off the ground. Flames spread everywhere, though died out after they couldn’t find anything other than the damp soil to char. Alistair was just about to finish his training for the day when he came up with one last idea. Something else he just couldn’t do with normal flames. He could condense flames to a great extent, though he had not tried taking it even further. When his two palms touched and flames rose, they combined growing larger than when they were apart. That much was expected, as always. Though, as he began to condense the flames, they grew smaller, but brighter with each second that passed. Eventually, the light from Alistair’s flames could be seen from even a mile away. Just when the light had become almost a bright white, Alistair shot the condensed flames into the sky, fearful that he might destroy something if he hadn't. The condensed flames took on the properties of a ‘beam’, and shot straight up for about 35 ft before they weakened and vanished.
[Stage Two of Hell’s Grasp, Mastered]
The others still had training to do, and so he didn't bother them, he simply watched them, making sure they didn't mess up.
Favnir entered the area still concealed in his cloak. He watched as people there trained. He took great interest in Alistar, the technics where interesting, something he had never seen before.
Or we can stay in bed for a little longer if you want?
The same voice echoing, she couldn't shut it out. It crept along, spiraling in with ravenous claws and held on. It wouldn't let her mind rest, every turn and corner, another remnant. Red moved though, almost running through the streets until she came to the training center. Just as she would reach the doors, she would pull her hair back, tuck it under the black hood. This would shield most of her cadaverous face. She would thrust her bloodied hands into her ripped pockets, hiding them as she strolled past the trainees and their work.
Red would wander over to Alistair, seeing him watching the others with the same mute expression on his face. When she reached him, she would lean in towards him. Her words low so that the two of them would only hear.
"We all climbed the mountain....and I fought the one with the mask...but.." She paused for a moment before admitting her transgression. "I ripped off his hand....he jumped and my ...It is my fault. I got him to the medical center though."
She would wait for the King's response, Red would have every plan to go back to make sure that Mamuro was okay and to check his condition. He was a fellow comrade, and his injuries were because of her. She won but the cost was the waktus hand.
Hiro Allday Errday
Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 5:45 pm
As Jack began his work on a scope, he saw what he assumed was the leader of this place. He had never been outside of the orphanage much due to his zealous devotion to his strange devices, but he could feel the power coming off of the vampire as he trained. Although the King was gone for a moment, he knew he was probably just moving to avoid causing collateral damage. He was proven correct as he worked on the half-finished eye as the sky lit up from a beam of fire. "So that is the power of a King," was his only response whatsoever. [1/2]
Making the prototype of the scope proved easier than Jack had imagined. The only real difficulty he had when he was building it was finding ways for the scope to accept add-ons in the future. However, it turned out to be easier than he expected, as there was enough materials lying around for him to making some last-minute modifications to his soon-to-be eye. [2/2]
As he finished up his scope, Jack observed a woman enter the building. Although her form looked human at a glance, he figured it was some sort of supernatural due to the fact she was hiding most of her skin. He decided he would see who she was later, as he had some more important matters to get to, namely making his first working machine.
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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 saw the familiar fiery hair of the one he came to know as simply 'Red', Alistair assumed that she had both finished her test and won the battle for the position of captain. Any normal person would have scolded her for going too far, yet Alistair smirked when he heard she almost killed Mamuro. She was willing to go to extremes to get what she wanted. Good. It was a trait suited for a Captain of Nocturne. "Good. We finally have a captain. Welcome to the job, I'm sure in a few minutes, you'll hate it. I think you've earned a half assed compliment by now. You're on the right track. Though you still need work. Mamuro was a Novice, and a close ranged fighter, at that. Image trying to rip off the arm of someone you simply can't hit, or even get close to. Now that you're an Adept, you can continue on with your training. Also, since you happen to be a berserker, you need to start thinking about your Descent to Madness form. I'm sure you've heard of it. Find a tamer. Someone you trust. Don't just pick a friend, pick someone strong. Someone worthy of being your tamer. It's a permanent bond."
There were others in the room, of course. Most of which he hardly cared about. Now that he had a captain, the dirty work was all in her hands now. He'd help occasionally, but this whole work for the entire day thing would have to stop. He had a nation to look out for, and while strengthening it's military was surely a good thing to do, investing all of his time in one thing was foolish.
When she saw the slight upturn of his lips, she almost started to mimic it in a smile, as if it was contagious like that of a yawn. She stopped herself though. Her lips remained their normal pressed selves as she listened. Adept and Captain, the former was to be figured...but the latter came with responsibilities; all of these people. Red looked around for a moment, noticing the lizard man leaning against the wall, watching. Some people never understood that it was rude to goddamn stare but then her honey hues moved to that of the mechanist. She did a double take in fact.
Sooo I have an idea for you.... A mission that pays pretty well and surely will make sure you get a bit more respect around here.
The flashes of metal, the way his hands moved with the equipment...she knew it well. Very well, in fact but it felt like a lifetime ago. People, places, things she didn't remember at all. Red looked back to Alistair as he continued on the topic of ripping off another arm. Internally it was a mixed emotion of both triumph and anxiety. Wasn't that what she wanted? To win, and she did. It still stained her hands, it just wasn't something to take lightly since he was a comrade. On that same note, an enemy was an enemy, and she'd tear off as many limbs as necessary. Anything it took.
"I have..." her oculars meeting his. He was the strongest out of anyone here, anyone that she knew. Her choice was him.
"You."
Red was blunt, straight to the point. If he expected her to have friends, that list would fall short to no one. She didn't have a single friend. The only person she knew some what was him, even then, he just felt familiar, like she saw him once. A beach. The sand. The ocean, his eyes. It was those cyan lures, her gaze didn't falter from its half-lidded vision.
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ℳamoru slowly wandered over to the training halls as he had finalized his release from the medical center with the restrictions of nothing strenuous for the next three months with the new hand. He pushed open the doors slowly as he examined the new fist that propelled the doors open with easy, while he felt slightly dizzy from the drugs that was affecting his system.
He glanced around the room until he spotted the man that had given him the stupid test that had resulted in his current injury. He wandered over with his heavy boots thudding against the ground as he appeared before Alistair missing the conversation going on between Red and the King. His vision was still a little hazy, but he would rather show that he was still of some use to the military. His new hand would seem contrasting from the pale white skin as the leathery muscle fibers were of a lighter human flesh tone. He starred at the King as he said,"Done with pointless fight" as he said in a monotone broken voice.
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Hiro Allday Errday
Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 5:41 pm
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Zethus jogged into the CAZ and looked around for the two from the mountain. Spotting them both, and seeing that the man had a new arm, he calmed down a bit. Then he started wondering. How long had he stood on that mountain peak, staring into space in horror at what he'd seen? Had he really been gone long enough for Mamoru to get a new arm? Damn. He'd have to get his emotions under control. It was obvious he needed a thicker skin in this business. Not knowing what else to do, He walked over to the practice dummies and started working on his form. The punches he'd thrown at that skeleton thing had been a bit sloppy.
