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 Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2006 12:52 pm
Life goes on. Like a leaf expertly caught in the wind, it travels forever forward until something catches it, until it falters, until a separate force brings its course to an inevitable end. Often Keno pondered the end of those who, unlike him, weren't necessarily blessed with agelessness. Who would replace the friends that didn't have such a curse upon their soul? Especially that foolish monkey? Even he would die one day, be unable to fight. And yet in that distant time Keno would still be stuck in the body of his eighteen year old self. His sould would never rest. He wondered if he even had a soul. For twelve years he assumed he could be killed, but the only way to find that out was to have someone do it. So it was only theory that death was an option for him. How did he feel about that?
And what about the fox? Ichigo surely would age too. His youth would become all the more apparent to everyone as they got along in their years. At their peak, Jade, User, even Fierce, were likely to appear to others to be his uncles, aunts, older relatives. This body. Not a child mind you, but not quite a man, the kind of man everyone would become one day, immortal or otherwise. In fact the only thing besides him that wouldn't age were the statues of his most trusted circle of friends. Though even that was up for debate since he could remodel again and again. He removed himself from the base of Jade's statue. She had gone to Orion some time ago. He rarely trained with her. She was never offered so much as a gift from him unlike the Mineral from Satomi and the new strength surging through Ichigo's body right now. But she was in the likeness of Thorn. She wouldn't die. Not that easily.
His body seemed to move independent of his will, the air rising from its slumber and flowing with the motions of his hands, his feet, his very breath. Was he that frustrated that he simply had to train? Was his mind racing so fast that his body had to perform the poetic dance of his life? Was he even aware of any of this? No. He was aware of his alienation even among the most outcast of individuals. He was aware of his growing destructive capabilities. His nature was becoming more violent perhaps? Or more cold at least. Maybe it wasn't so much destruction as it was detachment. The echoing voice of Epithany annoying him as he saw the clips of memory that survived his revival. All the while where was his body taking him? Moving so gracefully, so powerfully, the perfect alchemic combination of speed, strength, agility. Would he one day be able to master the true art of combat so that he could mesh it with the song his body now sang?
It dawned on him that this place was a sanctuary for him and him alone. He had built this place, but for what reason? It certainly wasn't as relaxing or inviting as Orion. In fact, even from the outside, it spoke in a crystal voice: Only warriors tread here. Only those with the desire to fight and spill blood should pass these doors. But for Keno it was a haven. Rare was it that people walked this far our for nothing more than a fight. And when they did, they came for him. This place, it was more of a vanity than a battle construct. Something Keno had to prove to himself perhaps. A successful chain of fluidity cutting across the diameter of the ring. If we could trace the flow of the air, fill it in with color, the chaos of the currents, though uneven, would still speak of an inner symmetry, the only thing that ultimately kept the scars, the black hair, the red eyes that gazed hypnotically, and the tortured mind together. Even in the worst of times he had symmetry, flawless in a spiritual sense. And this symmetry was speaking to him and him alone. Fight on.
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 1:35 pm
The silence. It was growing to be unbearable. He spent his time training, which was not problematic, but what of this utter solitude? Was he seeing things as they were, listening to what he heard, feeling what he touched? There was little anymore that surprised him. Those he fought were no longer threatening. He knew where he stood. He embraced it for what it was. He wasn't beyond growth. No one was. Step by step he would continue to improve, rising above all to be recognized. It started with a punch, and as soon as Tygre moved out of the way, it continued.
Life was part choice, part will, part luck, and part others. It was intended to be in our control by 50%. Luck was variable as are the outcomes of other's choices. Thus, success in itself increased or decreased once these factors were involved. A question ran through his mind some time ago on such a topic. In battle, there was the one and the other. The one acted, the other reacted, and so on until there was a victor. If both warriors were of equal status in all terms, what was the likelihood of one winning over the other?
If he began with the initial thought of 50%, he would focus on the four elements of life. Though both fighters were of equal performance, one could easily choose a match ending punch over a stalling kick. Will needed not be considered much seeing as both were of possessed similar determination to clai victory. With all that in mind all that was left was luck and the choice of the other. Luck could never be determined tangibly, merely calculated after there was some sort of conclusion. So all that was left was the behavior of the character's equal opponent.
The various possiblities of a person's reaction were narrowed if one were able to succeed in predicting his opponent's next move. If so, he would then possess an advantage, being able to counterattack effectively in the most beneficial manner. This led to him not necessarily being the stronger of the two, just the more advantageous. However, this situation was not possible because both warriors were of equal status. Either both possessed the same degree of foresight or neither possessed any, meaning there was no advantage even on the mental plane for this battle. The only variable for the fight was luck, which could not be detemined until the end of the match...but surely there was a way of determining the outcome.
That in mind, what if one character is clearly the better of the two, possessing greater knowledge, strength, speed, foresight, etc.? Even here the battle was unpredictable, but there were now likelihoods. It is likely that whoever possesses greater skills and experience will be the presupposed victor. However, even here luck was too strong a variable. In fact luck was the only reason an underdog existed. Otherwise there would be no reason to match up one warrior against another, because once their differences were tallied up, it would become a simple math problem, in one form or another. The only uncertaintly would then be the margin for error, which may demand the match continue anyhow. The ring trembled under the weight of the clashing warriors, Tygre doing most of the clashing, Keno taking most of it. Rising to his feet, that question returned to him and he felt determined to figure out an answer by the end of the fight.
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2006 8:17 am
"So how does it feel being alone yet again?" Silence was all he got in response. It was all he expected. There was something of a sick grin on his face. Not so much that he enjoyed watching his counterpart suffer, but he was just naturally arrogant. And if no one else would say it, who better than he? "Did you really feel anything for that girl? She was mortal, and human at that. She would have aged in no time at all. What kind of future would that be for you? Your sentiments are wasted if you try having your cake simply to eat it. " Still silence. There wasn't the slightest look of contempt either. Just contemplation over hsi words.
"You've been alone since the day those men returned to the village. You grew used to it. You were a lone warrior with the power to destroy an entire military with your own hands. You relied on none other than yourself. Why do you choose now to make friends? Why do you insist on comig to this place day after day? Why do you insist on trying to heal a long closed wound? They'll all die and you know that. Nothing is going to change that. So what will you do then?" His smirk was fading as he began to take the matter at hand rather seriously. He was somewhat disgusted with these human sentiments that still existed. A rival or two wouldn't hurt, but why this circle? There was no benefitting from it whatsoever.
"All you do is fight and train, train and fight. A summon here and there. Training that fox woman, even though you nkow she hates it." He really needed not mention this since that matter couldn't be helped. They were both quite aware of that. "You're constantly thinkig of that Saiya-jin girl and Tali's lover. And Deity. Do you really believe that the world is gonna fall apart if you're not there to hold it all together? It's not like you ever held it together in the first place. So why now? Just let it go. You need to leave this place and remember your place."
He looked up finally, his head slightly bowed before. He was wearing a smile on his face, a gentle grin. His arms, as always, were fitted over his chest like a breast plate. He popped himself off of Carl's statue and approached his addresser. His steps echoed as he patiently made his way over, feeling no need to rush into things. Near the center the two stood face to face, only ten feet apart at best. "Why ask questions? Why make presumptions? Why pass judgment on someone who won't accept it in the first place?" That was his response, his answer to everything. "Let's not bother talking. We'll fight now."
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2006 12:36 pm
"You're getting better I'll grant you that. You move with better precision day by day." He took a deep breath in as the battle came to an idle halt. "I say it's time we bring that Monkey back though, don't you? Afterall he's been dead for quite a while." He looked across the ring at his basic form as he said this. The red eyes flashed a moment before fading back casually. Both warriors dropped their stances and Tygre vanished as though he were never there.
Keno flicked his wrist, as if commanding something, and seven small, orange orbs appeared on the ground around him. He remembered that there was no real opening at the top, just the glass to allow naturla light to flow. He Drifted atop the glass platform and set the seven balls near each other. He took a deep breath for a moment, this being the first time he ever summoned Shenron.
"Arise Shenron!" On cue, what appeared to be storm clouds gathered out of nowhere as the orange balls began to illuminate in yellow light. A surge of energy shot forth and a serpentine like trail raced for the clouds, striking them in the same manner as lightning upon the earth. With yet another blinding flash of light, the deep voice of the Shenron boomed over the very clouds. His red eyes were glowing, seemingly with irritation from being disturbed.
"Make your wish." commanded the large dragon, being direct and to the point. His body seemed to twist and turn forever as it peaked in and out of the clouds that seemed to reach further off into the horizon.
Keno stood for a moment as he thought about the wise he needed to make. He only really cared about the having User come back, but entire nations were destroyed, or so he remembered. He knew not the capabilities of the dragon, but it was worht a shot. "There was one known as Fierce who rampaged the planet. Undo all the deaths that his hands are responsible for." Keno was lucky the dragon didn't take things too literally, because he wasn't exactly sure how many people Fierce killed with just his hands alone. Nonetheless the fierce eyes of Shenron as he began to grant Keno wish. There planet's collective ki was growing notably as Keno waited in silence. Before too long, his work done, Shenron's eyes returned to normal.
"Your wish has been granted." Before much else could be said, the energy that summoned the dragon seemd to be drawing his presence back into the balls. They themselves shot up into the sky collectively, then scattered in a flash to the far corners of the earth. Hopefully no one would need those anymore. They were a b***h to find.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 11:14 am
Kaimen Hung upside down over on a Metal pole he had constructed. If one looked closely, it was actually his own legs as his eyes were closed and he hung completely still in meditation.
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 10:30 am
"So you haven't found him yet." The white haired warrior gazes towards Keno, who is leaning against the pillar adorned with Carl. He decides to stand across from him, leaning against Deity. After realizing he's not gonna receive a verbal answer, he continues. "So what are you gonna do if he doesn't show up?" Nothing as well, though he already knows the answer. "What about the mage and the Saiya-jin? You could always take them...up..."
"They'll be in the tournament. I'd rather fight them for nothing more than a friendly spar until the matches begin. To use them for training would be disadvantageous to the three of us." It was clear that the raven haired youth had no desire to fight against anyone in the tournament to hone his skills. He liked to be surprised. "But at the same time, it'll be hard to train Jade if I wait until after the tournament." It wasn't like he had actually started training her yet anyway, but he couldn't help that too much. "I should keep looking."
"That you should." A deceitful gaze flashed in his eyes before he faded out of being. Not long after, the scarred warrior followed, leaving the building silent once again.
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