The old church that has suddenly been reopened. It is very old and has only had the pillars restored recently. Nobody knows why it was reopened for sure, but it is more than likely assumed for the pure purpose of giving people a place to worship again and pray to whatever divinities they follow. It is open twenty four hours every day. On the fifth floor is the altar. There is an elevator, but it needs a key to work. To go up you must take the stairs.
Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2014 1:50 pm
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Iza walked into the church and looked around. She wasn't sure where this was. Besides the fact that it was a church.
hamwashere[MAIN: MIND CONTROL | THEME: HOUSE OF WOLVES | RESERVES: 550/550 l LEVEL: 3]
Silence would been need for the time being, Kirin was meeting a crazed woman somewhere on the campus, a place he would have never guessed she would travel. The young man had take his sweet time as he had entered the campus and glanced around him. It had been quiet, with the occasional student to pass him and offer a wave. Kirin's cold shoulder would only be reinforced by the fact that his azure pools had never moved towards them. Half way into Campus Kirin would flip his hood over his head, whether it was a reason of him being cold or rather he was trying to keep his presence hidden was his own. Making it to the chruch he would glance at the sky slowly deceding into night. Perfect, it would be something that would work perfect for him to meet with the woman in piece. Coming to the doors themselves he would press his hands against the larges swinging the open as his glance would peer through the coming dark outside. The orange and reds of the sunset would wrap around the dark figure as the dull azure pupils stared foreword at the young woman and Caly. Moving inside he would close the doors behind with a thud before moving down the center row.
Kirin would only hear the last part of what Caly had left to say, the mention of others had made the azure orbs narrow in the dark. Moving quietly down the center rows he would scan the room around him, seeing the sheer color scheme they had chosen for such a place. His hands dug into his pockets he would reach the end of the seats and glance over towards to the woman that had joined them. The hood would work well keeping the dimmed lighting around him out only letting the his eyes shine through the dark. The rest of his features were covered by shadows but some of the details could be made out. This was the reason he had placed his hood up, meeting her here and not just speaking at the hut meant that others were most likely going to be here. Hell Kirin was still on edge from his test so who could blame him from being protective of himself. Standing in the middle of the rows he would glance up at Caly with a little amuse meant in his eyes. What did this woman have planned..? Kirin would bow his head for a moment to Caly before speaking once more. "Caly.." Skills used:
Dieudonne had reconsidered training in the light of the old darkness that clouded her mind still. Heavy thoughts bogged her general ability to drop ******** and shits but even so, she was getting really livid. Three seconds didn't go by without an eye to twitch and her head to shiver with bated breath. Why? As she challenged the many staircases up to this aged chapel, she pondered on her demons and wondered if they were poisonous enough to repent or repeat. That steak was TOO rare. I ain't never seen another steak like that one.. Slender digits cracking in rhythmic melody while spinning her dainty umbrella even from within the building. Despite her cold portrait of a dainty dane with soft hair and amorous features, her mind was much too wasted on harboring resentment. I won't let that happen next time, or I swear to Gah!---duh. There it was. Another reoccurring flux in the lid of her eye. A stringy clutter of instantaneous memories wriggling back into the resins of her brain.
There was nobody to judge her as she was advancing up the next flight of stairs. No one. But what of God? This was just a raggedy house the man himself was only here in only once a week. Just walking up and down and up and down and back up and then down--it all served for a purpose in a way. A habit of hers, to drown out much thought. Soft clicks resonated and took over with every other step, bringing forth the ghost muse in her walk and the grace of her muscles that coiled to control them. Like some crazy person, she just went up and down the same stairs. The notion of symbolic faith or the form of the chapel's vintage walls was pleasant fascination but Dieudonne Etienne did not believe in the piety that came with the design.
And sure enough, on the last step of the floor, she stopped. Took some continuing steps and advanced in her walking out of the stair ways and onto the next room. Eyes as blank and mysterious as the sky with pupils as deep as the ocean. With such screens she looked at those gathered in the room. All of them, whom she did not take in until the dazed look left her face and left a mask of mild confusion. The three of them each had their collective characteristics that set them apart from one another--of course. Two females, one male. A dark beauty of a woman with a mature bob and side bang that could conceal the other half that of which was unknown. Another woman with a modest hairstyle with longer hair and chestnut sunset eyes who seemed to be looking for something. And the brooding male, whose gaze was shadowed by the hood that he wore with a fixed frown.
Dieudonne was quiet for a moment, realizing that leaving now would just seem awkward since she had entered without much thought. Instead, she thought it might be polite to at least ask. "Have I walked in on something important?" Lips pinched into a faint, awkwardly natural smile then as she glanced back down for but a second before lifting her eyes back up to them. They were as wide and peaked like that of a bird with her neck craned the same. One hand, constantly twirling her parasol that was up and open.
The Sleeping Pacifist
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 7:18 am
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Left behind, left in time, and with the past becoming the best friend that he never had; the young man had relaxed within this broken in silence. Ocean waves the cascade oh did it bring forth a soothing journey of sounds. Asleep, in slumber, dead out, he laid in metaphorical death. Mind extinguishing any of the flaming thoughts that were to arise, and his body set to ease drive. What was he doing? It was simple, nothing but napping. With the two lovely ladies having taken their leaves, the crustaceans sound asleep for eternity, he was left to collect his thoughts and focus on how to cure himself of this darkness. It harbored the center of his heart, the cracking left, that side which brought him absolute terror. A church, was that really their next destination? Surely this was not really intended, he did not want to be responsible for damaging a holy ground let alone unintentionally being thrown into doing it. Especially with his problem, it only brought on a new headache..
What now, what to do, where to go. He had quite a show, but it was around the time to get packing. Maybe he could hit the road to success by following, was she truly waiting on him? What of her anyways.. She seemed like a goddess as the name entailed, what was Calypso within the greek mythos.. She was a Nymph.. One of the Odessy, it was said the very name meant to hide or deceive, but did it really. Was the Caly he had known a goddess of some sorts, she held powers that seemed to defy the laws of physics, the laws of reality. How did she bend it to her will so effortlessly? Awaken son of confusion, eyes had lifted and orbs that were the symbol of the ocean themselves had shown. Fluttered, with a sign of alertness, and as he sat up with a look around..'' Hmph, they didn't even dig into their meals. That's no way to respect the nutrients these creatures lost their lives to provide. Besides that... I guess.. I can always.. '' Gritted teeth came with salivation, there was no salvation for these carcasses; even the giant crustacean from the Paleozoic era. Most that was cooked was gone in mere moments, and the giant crab? Cooked and devoured from the inside out.
An hour had gone by, and goodness he had looked rejuvenated. Having taken a dip before heading to the home to take a shower, the young fighter was on his way towards the church. Black cargo like pants, with shoes to match, shirtless with a towel atop of his head. Jacket left behind, seeing as the night was rather warm and he was air drying partially from the cleansing prior. As if he cared that the lunar rays showed off his glistening form. He was in his own little world with music blasting in his ears during his walk towards the church. Only when he had arrived that he snatched the buds out and pocketed his phone.'' I hope this is important. '' Scaling the stairs he had made no waste in time, he had reached just the spot he needed to be in but there was someone in his way.. Who the hell- Dieudonne..? Memory had flashed back once he heard her questioning those within the room. Eyes shifted from her to Caly, to which he brought his arm to wrap around the shoulders of the girl in a drape. Just as quick as he had done that he whispered, just seconds before.'' Come along, else you'll be in some mess. Some horrible mess too, just play along. '' Hopefully it went well, for he would guide her to a seat as quick as possible and set himself next to her. A ways away from where Caly's and Iza's position and the young man was, just in case he had gotten himself into some trouble as well. Off to the left side, along the middle back row. Arms brought forth to curl and cross over one another, whilst his towel hung on his scalp.'' Apologies for tardiness. '' What more was there, he knew he may have had been in for it once they returned home.
hamwashere[MAIN: MIND CONTROL | THEME: HOUSE OF WOLVES | RESERVES: 550/550 l LEVEL: 3]
Kirin would not seem to pay much mind to what Caly had said on the surface of his face, this whole place was strange and this was something that would not cause him to cause a scene. Cracking his neck he would slowly glancing around at the rest of the people who had entered the church. Of course now there were five of them in this place and it made it all that much more interesting. Making his way towards Caly and the strange creatures she had summoned he would grab one of the few books she had ready for the group to take from. Searching through out it all, Kirin would take only two books from the pile, the rest of what he needed to learn was something he had train himself to do simple as that.
Boxing Kirin would quietly move over to one of the rows away from the rest as he would quietly flip open his first training book for the evening. It was for the progression of his boxing style, the third stage was next and from the first few sentences it was going to make Kirin a contender no matter where he was fighting. After placing his book down on the row he would slowly raise moving towards a series of gaunts with a feral smirk across his face. Coming in closer to a small group of them he would motion them to come foreword and soon they would like a rabid pack of dogs. Sad how quickly they ran into something they did not truly understand. The the first gaunt coming into range would sudden be struck with lightning hook causing it to swing in the opposite direction of the blow staggering it for a moment, leaving it open for a series of jabs. The the impacts would be seen on the other side of the small creature before he would finish up with his hips twisting uppercut, launching thing off its feet. Kirin would get in to a strange stance for a moment with the thumb on his left hand lightly swiping against his lips. It was time for this party to get started. Two gaunts would run wildly towards him only to soon be embraced with a fury of jabs staggering them back for a moment. The one to his right was going to enjoy the fate of the first one before them, getting smacked with a heavy left hook launching it's feet. Using the momentum behind it Kirin would spin on the ball of his feet launching a wild left hook in to the other gaunt to his right after finishing up the spin. Flashy as it was it got the job done as the small thing would launch off its feet and smack against the ground. Kirin bounce on the balls of his feet as he would look at the gaunts on the ground before him. Glancing at the rest of the gaunts keeping their distance as he would look around him, waiting for him to make his move. A wall of blinding pain was what this stage asked for him, and surely this was what those gaunts on the ground had felt. The young man would have a large smirk across his face as his right hand would move out of stance and pull of his hood. ******** it, if the guys that showed up here were all that were coming than Kirin was not worried anymore, he could handle them like any other bastards that would get his way. Why not show off a little bit right? Stage 3 of Boxing Learned. Kirin would move back into his stance as he would look at the gaunts circling him now with their gaping mauls wide open snarling. These guys were perfect, alive and somewhat thinking, it made prefect dummies. Quickly faking his right foreword he would bait out the one in front of him as he would come snarling towards him. The next skill on his list was the signature skill of the stage, known as shadow boxing and this big guy was about to find out why. AS he would come in within a foot of Kirin his right hand would seem to blur as it would smack right in to the maul of the ugly b***h launching it off it's feet and breaking a few of those nice sharp fangs that it had. It had smacked home greatly as the gaunt would start skidding across the floor after the mere impact. His right knuckles bleeding lightly, Kirin would pay little mind as he would look at the other gaunts getting a bit more fierce around him Learned Shadow Boxing C rank Kirin would simply drop from his stance as the gaunts would have stayed in their positions before him. They were smart enough to know they were here to fight them all, but funny enough Kirin was not too sure they were going full out. The nasty buggers were something out of this world, that made this all that more awesome. With a smirk across his face he would fake step to the one to his right baiting him in one of them once more. As the gaunt would come at him wildly would slightly pull back his right arm right before gaunt would leap to attack. Soon his right fist would smack into the chest of the gaunt catching in the air as it would stagger back to the ground. Once more his fist would pull back like a piston and fire back out smacking back into the gaunt's face this time staggering it back before he pull back once more. The second hit would send the gaunt sliding across the floor and Kirin would shuffle foreword quickly before launching his last punch straight in the face of the gaunt once more launching it off it's feet as Kirin would seem to tilt foreword, his left floor anchoring him to the ground. Shifting back on to his feet he would hop back into the center of the circle ready to take on the rest of the small group. Stinger Combination B rank Learned Kirin would glance at the many gaunts that soon filled in the new spots opening in their little sowing circle. Smirking the young man would begin to stagger step foreword to the next gaunt to his left baiting him like all the rest. As the gaunts arms raised would come to slash at Kirin, it would soon get a nasty under-hook straight into it's ribs causing it to bend over. This was not all the young fighter had up his selves as he would use his left off hand to grab the being shoulder and unless a fury of under hooks into the gaunts ribs once more with his right hand. Each blow would show up on the gaunt's back as it would land with such power, it most likely broke some ribs but who knew what bones these bastards had. Finish up with the last strike Kirin would simply toss the beaten thing to left like a piece of trash. That little b*****d was done for right now and that left all the rest of his buddies. Kirin would go back into his stance with the blood of his cuts still slithering against his skin. Learned Dirter Fighting B rank Kirin would laugh quietly to himself as he would close his eyes only for a moment going over the last two skills that he would need to use to finish up the stage of Boxing. Next was something a bit more flashy than what he would like but it would work all the same. As he would open his eyes, Kirin would spot a gaunt charging towards him now only a few feet away. Kirin would have to make this quick as he would sudden duck down pulling both his fist tightly into him before glancing up at the claws sweeping down at him. With his smirk a bit wider than before he would sudden launch himself up sending both his fists straight into the maul of the gaunt launching him high into the air as Kirin would release a cry of fury. Sending the beast into the air Kirin would quickly drop back into his stance scanning the gaunt around him ready to see which one was going to get it's a** kicked next. Learned Champion Upper B rank Kirin's eyes would burn azure once more, as his azure ki would seem to haze around his eyes as he looked at the gaunts around him. So they were going to attack when he was not looking yet they all stayed where the were. It may have just been that one but that was something Kirin had not expected just yet from the nasty little things. Planing his right foot on the ground he would be covered in ki only for a moment as he would dash foreword towards the closest gaunt. Disappearing from sight out for amoment as he would twist hips into a massive uppercut straight into the torso of the gaunt. It would spit out some kind of sliva as it would be struck so hard only pausing in the air before being launched upwards by the force of the strike. Holding his stance for a moment Kirin would slowly move back into a relaxed stance as he watch the gaunt crash down busting his head wide open on the floor. The damned thing was dead, and as Kirin would glance coldly to the ones around him he would simply offer a small smirk with his azure eyes primed. Learned Skyhook. B rank Boxing Finished Kirin would look at the gaunts around him with a smile before he would slowly begin to move outside of the circle. The gaunts would stay where they were as the other gaunts that did not have the brains all of the floor would begin to stagger back up from the floor. The dark haired man would slowly make his way to his bench picking up the book next to the boxing style text. This one was special to Kirin alone, Caly had graced him with a while back. Picking up the stage text he would begin to flip to the second stage of the F.A. Taking a few moments to look over the next part of the style he would simply sigh softly at what he had to do for this stage. Looking over the series of skills Kirin would simply move back to circle with text in hand. Taking his time he would simply sit in the middle of the gaunt circle before him, he would sit down crossing his legs and placing the book on his lap. A azure ki would ignite around him like a wild fire, his body untouched by this violent aura around him. Taking a few moments it would grow and ignite this aura growing and sending large brusts of ki around him slowly draining him of his ki, this was a way to do it. It would only be fifteen min before he would finally be out. Kirin would sit there in quite for a few moments as he would have a single bead of sweat run down his forehead. Stage two Learned of Flawless Azure Kirin still wore out from the whole ki brust, he would quietly pick up his book and slowly begin to look thou the next series of skills. Kirin had burned through all of his ki but the basic understanding of the skill was that he needed for the moment being. The first one of the list was a skill called Funryuugeki, which had seemed be a combo of sorts where he launched his target into the air with an uppercut and slammed them back down. It was a simple conspect, honestly no need for him to move from his spot. Learned Funryuugeki D rank Kirin would quietly move to the next page in the book, making small glances to the gaunts still around him. Atleast they knew that none of them would ******** with him as he did all this, and any others would be pushed away from the gaunts. Making it to the next skill page it had seemed that Shinryuugeki was a flashy uppercut that would launch him into the air and not his target. Well this was a wonderful, as in completely worthless in such a way it was used. But Kirin was not too worried about it he would find a way to get around it all. Learned Shinryuugeki D rank Kirin would sigh softly as he started to flip through all the flashy skills that style had to offer. It was almost sad how bad this seemed like it was based off a fighting game. Coming to the skill Yousoukyaku it would seem that all it was a crazy bicycle kick that would beat the living hell out of the target. Kirin would sigh softly as he did not need to know much more to this skill to understand how to do it. Yousoukyaku Learned D rank Kirin would take a moment to to flip through the book seeing what was next in the flashy style. Still worn out from the ki brust, Kirin would not get up to perform the skill. This skill was basically used when a target was down and you would launch them into the air only to smash them on the ground twice. This skill seemed a bit brutish in nature but it surely was useful for ******** up anyone he got his s**t done. It was effective but it was surely flashy like all the rest. Learned Rengan Hourakugeki D rank. Kirin would quietly flip through the pages once more before finally coming across something quite interesting. Goushourai was the next skill on the list for him to learn and it had caught his attention right off the bat for sure. This skill would unlock some form of primal ki that would make him stronger for a short time. Sadly his ki was still regenarating and it would be sometime before he could truly use it in combat. For right now he would wait, but the knowledge was there Learned Goushourai D rank. Finally the last skill on the list was coming as Kirin would turn the page. Glancing across the text it would seem the skill was simply another source of this primal ki. Using this ki in a strike from his fist it would launch the target off their feet and disrupt their ki for a few posts. It was certainly an interesting skill and he would make great use of it in the days to come. Learned Hakugeki Goushourai
Kirin would slowly rise from his circle and start to make his way out of the church but not before he would raise his hand up in the air to wave. His voice would ring out quietly towards Caly as he would head out. "I will be back. I need to arm myself...." he said quietly before disappearing into the night. Skills used:
☇ :ＹＯＵＲ ＤＡＹ ＷＩＬＬ ＣＯＭＥxxxＹＯＵＲ ＤＡＹ ＷＩＬＬ ＣＯＭＥ xxx＆＆ NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY • • IT WON｀T MATTER IF YOU ❝PRAY❞ OR ❝SIN❞ xxxxxxxxxxxx﹙ ❜c a u s e x i n x t h e x e n d x i t｀ s x a l l x t h e x s a m e ﹚ x❜:ＩＺＡ ＶＥＲＳＡ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Dim Mak Stage 2 With Caly Reduction = 1 Post Dim Mak Skills With Caly Reduction x5 skills = 5 Posts Capoeira Stage 1 With Caly Reduction = 1 Post Capoeira Skills With Caly Reduction x4 Skills = 4 Posts General Skills Stage 2 With Caly Reduction = 1 Post General Skills Skills With Caly Reduction x5 = 5 Posts
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OOOH It was time to train~ Of course it was! Why else would Caly assemble so many people here? Looking to all of the people who had assembled here, she wondered if they would like to be friends. Of course they would! However with Caly's latest display of power, Iza actually, the real her, even began to think that Caly was some type of deity or prophet of a deity. The church music didn't help this young small Russian girl's delusions on the matter. Nonetheless she did not let any of it show, she wouldn't let the others see the true her, not even for a second because that would ruin the game, and she was sure the great Deity Caly loved games. Who didn't love games? Jay seemed take a liking to the new girl though from her words, it sounded like she wasn't even invited, yet the boy named Kirin seemed to think that Caly was some evil person. Inside, she could only smile at that because to her Caly didn't seem like that of an evil person, rather someone who was sick of being possessed like some idiot's toy that she was sick of carrying around the responsibility of. Were her powers frightening? Oh yes, to some, to Iza they were not. This is only because to Iza, Caly's powers were inspiring and beautiful. It showed to her that she truly was a deity. Walking over to the bookshelf, she wanted to please her new deity, so she began to read on everything she could, needing to learn how to be better at what she already was. After she had completed reading the books on Dim Mak she would put it back. Next she would grab the book that was on her newest style she had decided to learn. When that book had fully been read. She would put it back as well. Walking over to the shadow like faceless creatures that Caly had created, she began to wonder if it was actually okay to practice hurting the very things that her newfound deity had created. Was it some type of test to see if they would actually even hurt the things? She couldn't be sure, but she began to practice on them regardless. For the most part, she practiced moving around and getting her steps as fluid as possible. If you didn't have good footing than you were doomed from the start. Every fighter needed to watch their surroundings and their footing. If you didn't, you could lose to an easier opponent that simply was more mindful of the situation than yourself. Wouldn't that be a sucky way to die? While she was practicing, she could not help but realize that Caly had stated that they were nothing but property. Property. Hadn't she been that already? So in a way, this island's leader, whoever the heck that was, purchased her from the Russian mob for free? Tsk tsk. Some people never learned. She had escaped the life long hell of the Russian mob and she would escape this place too, along with her beautiful deity leading the charge. Oh this was going to be just grand. At the end of training she did a backflip and a small twirl, landing on one foot with a tada~ like expression with her hands and face. Wait she had forgotten something! Rushing back over to the bookcase, she pulled out the general skills book and began to read it. Flipping through the pages she could feel how soft they were. Though the book itself smelled of some type of ultra old smell. Was this book really that old? Well they were in a church and these places were known for this kinda thing. But were the books relevant? Of course they were! Her Deity had demanded them to train! So they must train! All who say against what the deity believed or said were blasphemers!... She really had issues and she may have began to realize it. However she did believe Caly was some sort of deity regardless. Don't mistake what was an act and what wasn't. Practicing out her new techniques, she was now done and did another backflip with a tada for show that she was again, done.
It's kill or be killed - Guns spraying over the caskets of those who didn't have the guts to break the sweet treasures they were trapped by. Butchered up by the fresh truth--the cause for alarm had been ground into stringy meat tangled up to a form later encased by the skulls of disposed followers. It was one thing for them to go on ahead to train, thoughtless and driven by their own reasons to evolve and grow stronger. But Dieudonne? She stood where she was when she had entered as if she was a polish doll glued to the spot of fascination. Face of a Fairy with no intention of riding by on fabled fantasies, the impish woman sensed the ominous message and stood still without a finger raised. Instead, as the shadows that previously escaped her line of sight had re-emerged from the corners with their feral implications all under the control of one woman. Dieudonne was letting her eyes see all so that it may later haunt her with wickedness and mischievous fun all swelling up the three pounds of gray matter. The one known as Jay was fortunate enough to have been forgotten by her. She didn't brush his hands off because she couldn't. She was fascinated and her face didn't betray it. But there was something more to her eyes. Jaded.
A mottled whisper infected her ear with the way it came off as a warm burr with the same tingling sting. Come along, else you'll be in some mess. Some horrible mess too, just play along. Back and forth between her ears the words would resonate but not until the fifth would she return to the real world--if it was at all reality--warm indigo eyes seemed to squeeze to a bemused gaze that gave almost nothing away. Play along. He wasn't wrong to be warning her, but she already decided that he showed symptoms of an ain't-s**t neanderthal when he had wrongfully stolen something. It would be one thing if he was truly sick in the head to be thinking whatever it was that ill minded creatures thought, but he was just adverse to her own sense of will. He wasn't where he was anymore anyway. Wherever he went off to she couldn't care any less and went ahead to approach one of the shelves.
The secret pocket of her knuckles revealed over the base of one hand when she stretched all her fingers outwards to grasp the cover of a fairly large hardcover before turning it over. In silence she read after finding the page while minding the growls and other monstrous guttural noises that filled the edges of this room with the woman's beasts. How tame they seemed when she gave them a good look before getting into her current reading spot. However, if she were to ask anyone else if they've ever seen a demonic beast that looked like it wouldn't bite, would they bet their money on the truth or the illusion that made it? She pushed that thought into a different compartment despite not intending to forget it anytime soon and delved into her style's reading. Wing Chun. A beauty lost in the scrolls and scriptures but a rarity to see it done even in motion by the vessels that would attempt it. The style was young history compared to many other styles this school easily flourished. It felt alive when she moved with the teachings, a baby alongside a training baby. Hand in hand with the mother that was the outcome and success. To train here, with the designated people she had appeared before on a whim seemed to be fate in a way. She didn't hate that.
Rodeo Caburetto. The world was in a canister and didn't know Mars was gunning at it. It will never change. The sky is where they aimed. Dieudonne had set the book onto one of the seats and deliberately went in the opposite and most farthest direction of where Jay sat. It was to let him know that he wasn't s**t. When she settled into her own zone, Dieudonne carefully pulled her parasol down and set it with the book in an unoccupied seat. She could still hear the others train and do whatever it was that fulfilled their hearts. But those too, blended with the distracting environment that was weakening to her growing focus. She was very well, scantily clad, in terms of apparel but that only allowed for free and fluid movement. Her arms were spread out with both ring and middle fingers slightly overlapping while the rest of her hands were flat and outstretched. Then with her forearms straightened, she then began to break that rigidness into watery movements. Rotations of her shoulders, shifting of her wrists, gentle ghost-steps executed to suddenly have her strike an imaginary throat in a counter strike. Wrists bending or arcing, serpent fast snap-locks using the shaft of her forearms coming with quick drafts of sticky hands and thrusts of palms--it was a cirque of a hundred hands firing off and fluidly returning. Practices such as this went gone and done with her mastering the majority of Stage 2 Wing Chun. [ - 8 Learning Reduction Thanks to a Level 9 Instructor | 1 post | Stage 2 Wingchun Learned ]
By the time she had completed the second stage, she felt more comfortable and perhaps more well rounded. Although..training by herself was only meant to be for a little bit to get accustomed to her style. Hence why, in her momentary break, she would look off to the others. Maybe with a twinge of hope that they too would be up to train with someone else. Though as it turned out, the brooding one had already left and the other girl was still to herself. That only left....her head surprisingly did a sickening 180 degrees to swerve over Jay and landed to the demons---that only left the demons. And while the woman did allow for them to be of use. . . The bisque doll in skin didn't feel the need to die so early in this curriculum.
She wasn't like most of those basic bitches out there who weren't able to read the power levels of others and think that they were constantly the s**t. No. Dieudonne may have come off a as a boujie bubblegum b***h, but she had her share living the cess of criminal activity in the slums of France and Sweden. Human or no, Dieudonne still adhered to common sense. So by that, the only other option was back to craning her head in the spot that she had been ignoring the most. She walked up to him, literally, stood in front of him with body language that suggested he had no where else to stand up and attempt to leave her in, and didn't smile at all. Her face was not giving off a scowl or a glare or of any sign of unpleasantness. Peach-pink lips parted and the rest of her face seemed to be mechanically forced while her tone was no different despite it having a tranquil bell to it. Very carefully and not so audibly out to the others, she gently told him:
• level:1 • Main Style:Absolute Zero • currently equipped:Black T-shirt, Gray jeans, Black Combat boots, silver pendant • feeling:wary • ki: 350/350 •condition:normal
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The arcing double doors of the church opened admitting the heavy footfalls of steel toed combat boots that announcedNero's arrival. The sinewy blonde stopped dead in his tracks, an icy visage akin to a roaring blizzard swept across the room as he drank in his surroundings, as well as the people within. chiseled facial features shifted into an expression of puzzlement for a brief moment. It was a motley assortment of people to be sure, definitely not the kind he'd expect to come across in an old church of all places. The callused fingers of his left hand closed around the lionshead pendant dangling from his neck, concealing the roaring silver predator from the world for a brief moment as he tugged on the chain thoughtfully. I'm guessing they're all fighters too. But... why train in a church? the question echoing through his mind was a fair one; it seemed out of place, considering there were dozens of far more suitable places to hone techniques scattered around the island. The vicinity had an uneasy feel to it, one that made the small tawny hairs on the back of Nero's neck stand on end; and the man was enveloped with the feeling of being watched. Movements in the murky depths of shadows increased the magnitude of his suspicion. There was a woman that was obviously in charge. She was the only person in the area not training, with some sort of monstrocity practically swooning from her attention; it's expression not unlike that of an affectionate pup. Heavy footfalls resumed again, muted by the plush crimson carpet underfoot as his stride led him towards Calypso. While it appeared she already had her hands full, perhaps she could still help Nero out. The fighter stopped a few feet short of her, making sure to give the woman and her creature an ample amount of space. "Hey, the name's Nero. Nice um... pet ya got there." he stated with a gesture at the gaunt, not totally sure what to call it. A Monster? A demon? It slightly resembled a winged version of the aliens from Alien V.S. Predator, but Nero decided it probably wouldn't be wise to say that in front of it.
"Just chill out, or you're gonna be eating your own teeth for dinner."
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Did she notice him.. Good! Not a sign of question or even a bit of scolding. However, she had so much to say and it was all becoming clear now. Much clearer than the day they arrived, it was as if it were yesterday. In fact, it was yesterday. "You are property now." Convenient as hell. Here they were, trapped, boxed in, rounded into the dough that awaited its baking in the fiery den of hell. They were to train together, meld and mend and mold into forms that possibly granted them the title as otherworldly. God knows other things on this island surely were.. Averted eyes led to Calypso, the Nymph of utter chaos and discord, though she stood in complete order and peace. The shelves, where all the wisdom laid in its pages.
Pets? Ah that's right, the goddess did manage to have poodles galore. Or so he hoped, which were less of a destructive hassle. Sadly these were no mere fashion fabulous dogs, these were down right ghouls from another plane of existence. The other male having already taken his own book and began his method of work. Was Jay next? At least it felt- Nope, seemed the destroyer was at her ends with giving it a try. Iza was her name if he was not mistaken, goodness she could go. Watching this Russian gal hit the quick step with a back flip and twirl, okay now was she just showing off.. It was amazing, and left his own arms to lift up with fingers that gave off the number ten for the landing. His head lowering shortly after, sighing at the thought of work after a meal like he had.
"Train with me or I'll report you for rape."
The hell?! Eyes lifted up and gazed towards that of the elegant damsel from before, she had threatened him to train with her?'' Look if it is about that steak, I'll take you out for dinner at a buffet and you can go crazy there. I-..... '' Trapped and just now noticing, she stood in the midst of his legs that were gaped from trying to rear back in the seat. Standing up now would possibly equal into the worst of ordeals but who cared? If they did not experience the worst, it would not shape them into the money makers time was reaching out for them to be. Eyes averted out their corners to watch a spawn from the 6th dimension take its stance, it began to approach them like it was hungry. Eyed the girl, and the male simply shrugged off; ah so he loved to eat the ladies? The funny thought behind that, leaving Jay to chuckle lowly and cover his mouth. Standing up, he brought a arm to be placed on the seating behind her. His form working its way around to be at the side where the creature was approaching, the very front of her in a sense.
'' I feel you're going to be serious about that, but it's not like it mattered. What proof do you have? Besides, could have just asked, I don't mind being your battle bestie. '' Slick sarcasm, for he did not look forward to it; but he still had to manage around the creature that suddenly lunged his way. His books were home, so it only left for him to reach the shelf behind the ghoul.'' I suppose now is the best time to let practice show through effort finally. '' Calming himself, he watched the demon pick up a chair and come forth in a pounce; his fist raising and transmitting Ki through it in full. Through the transmission, Jay would have sent a shift in the flow of force and have it direct directly back to the arm of the creature.'' Uraate.. '' Was its name, and it only had a following once the creature held what felt like a broken arm from its own force shocking it. Stunned, Jay would send his opposite hand forth to be a balled up fist at its left breast. The anatomy of the creature was similar enough to humans, so perhaps its heart was placed just there. A fist puncturing the flesh, splitting it open and grasping the beating organ within them before snatching it out.'' ..... Tetsushiko. ''
Otherwise known as Iron Finger Technique, it was made in order to stealthily dispatch of targets with the swift quickness. Made to pierce through flesh and straight into internal organs. Arm curled with creature still attached, flung off to the side as its heart was still within his grasp. The young student that gave off the laid back vibe had started to fall into his own inner virulence. There was try for resistance, but also a problem in which he could not control.. The ache, he had to hurry.. It was creeping, just ready to manipulate this opportunity.. Half ways to the shelf, and not a creature in si-?! Looking up towards it, he had held his eyes to narrow and his teeth to grit. Calm yourself, peaceful ways only meant peaceful days.. There was a technique he had known for this, it was in the book he was reading.. He had literally just read abo-aha! A flow of light wisp channeled around himself, and his eyes had watched the creature as its gigantic size moved at every motion he took. Clearing his mind, he had closed his eyes to relax. Calming himself, and then.. They opened, blanked, and aimless. It stared like a void in space with no true purpose other than to devour.
They came, an onslaught of strikes that were sent one after another towards the quick pace reaction like creature. Tried to maneuver, tried to dodge, only to be struck within the first three strikes that ended up boring holes through its shoulders and chest the size of Jay's fingers. Head at ease and soul almost at a rest, he could not stop here but it seemed his sudden show of ruthless calm storm ways had taken effect on the creature before him. It tumbling back to fall, where he would leap up onto its belly. A orc like being, strange as it was; and it even held some demon like aspects to it. Was Calypso just taking these as pawns from hell for their own punishment..? Walking atop to reach the shelf just a bit away, his leg was suddenly captured.. This creature just did not give up.. It- What..?
Something snapped, a new surge of power had began to lift around his body. Unveiling his raw power that was Ki within him. Uncontrolled, he felt the very beserking nature taking hold of him. It screeched, within the depths of his heart, a high pitch sound that had curved its tune into that of a lower mellow bass. Head like a dead man off to the side, it tilted and his right arm cocked itself back during the creatures attempt to get up. A burst of a flex, and his arm became tight, firm, and... SPLTSXCH! Splattered, everywhere, its brains, its blood, it's very bones shattered to the core of their forms. The lad was damn ready to keep at it, in fact he did. Stomping into its chest cavity and cratering it before moving forwards. Eyes wandered off to the sides, the edges, the tops and the bottoms. He had forgot all about the shelf and merely shot forth to attack more of the surrounding creatures. To do such a devastating thing within a church, it was not like him at all; but it was a battle against demons so maybe this berserk state of himself was rather fine.
Shooting in with a swift leg sweep, he had lowered his form to have both hands planted on the ground; his left leg extended out to where it caused the beast to flip back in the midst of air. Not even a second of hesitation that Jay allowed the body to hit the ground, no he merely darted forth and scooped it and leaped up to where he brought it higher and upside down. The creature head hitting first into the marbled ground, and cracking; where Jay tucked and rolled back to avoid the force of the attacks jerk. Landing on all fours like a crab walk stretched up, he rotated his form in a flexible manner and brought himself to his front. Ironic how it gave a bit of a possessed aspect to it, especially in a place like this. Muscles throbbed with energy, and heart pumped faster, Ki was out of control; what was he going to do? The upcoming disaster..
A larger creature stood at the shelf's area, and it turned to face him with a dark glare. Did it find what he was doing disgusting? It sure did grimace, with total rage mixed into it. Rushing towards him first by means of lunging whilst on his all four, he picked up to his legs and started to rush as if a wild man. Not a sound made, nor a grunt or growl; it was a pure silent kill. A strike with palms that could shatter the very shelf behind the creature had he struck it directly. Aimed at his abdomen, it sent it flying with a loss of breath; Jay's eyes suddenly starting to grow into a darker color before rushing for the kill. Gentle he became, with a careful grasp he had took the creature by the face. Lifting them off of the book shelf and to the side, where his body began to give off a transparent wisp. The Ki within had began to transfer over violently, and rapidly, channeled directly into the very core of the head where the creatures cranium would begin to expand. Expand.. Expand.. Gone.. We're all pretty sure of the mess that was made right here, right now..
Head light, his heart easing, and his eyes returning to their bright blue color. His left hand rising to hold his forehead, and his went from a lost and out of control to a solid stillness. There before him, the shelf and the book that he was looking for. Picking it up, he had began to walk back unaware of all that had just occurred. His abs glossed with crimson, and his pecs with few pieces of flesh that had been ripped off from the brutal attack prior to his sanity returning. As if nothing else existed, he returned to bossy girl and sat right back where she had trapped him before. An arm brought back to be placed on the back of his seat, and the other holding the book in hand flipping through the pages. Did he, forget.. What had just happened..? Or did he really have such a ruthless side to where he gave not a damn about any of it..? One thing was for sure, he definitely wished to delve into his own style so that he could understand it on a better level. The style he underwent was one of exorcist and left him to wonder just what had it made him into..'' Dragons.. Let's get started..? '' Bringing his gaze up to her, and then back at the newly arrived guest he tilted his head back and waved with his free hand.'' Welcome. ''
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Iza had watched the two new people come in, one was a girl with an attitude problem who was trying to seem clever by saying she'd report Jay for rape. That was comical. Though it was also sad in her eyes that the girl had to go so far for a little attention from a man. Though it was none of her business what those two did, why? Because Iza gave no real ********. She monitored them with her other senses, but directly cared not for them. If they ever laid a hand against Caly though, she would cut them down before they finished shitting themselves.
Suddenly her Deity stood and quickly moved, looping her arm around Iza's, they were off in a huff as they were walking down the pews of the church. She couldn't help but be curious as to what they were doing, but she kept her perfect reality up so none could see her real thoughts as she always did and have.
As they walked along the pews, they were approaching a man with white hair who seemed like Mr. Frost. Perhaps he really was! Suddenly as they reached the man, Caly the Deity Prophet would speak about how he needed more training and Iza was to help him out. Well that made sense she guessed, Iza knocked her training times out in the fastest time in both tier one and two area's. Still... THE DEITY WAS FREAKING HOLDING HER ARM! She wondered if she gained powers from that. Did she?! DID SHE?! Of course not because that wouldn't be very faggatron animefuxmega 100 fagg power.
Looking at the kid she just said, Iza did a light twirl on her feet, letting go, sadly, of Caly's arm and smiled oh so brightly under her mask with eyes that seemed to radiate positivity. "Hey. You. C'mon. Come at me with all you got! We going to train you to be a punching bag!"
