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 Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 11:30 am
The Treachu Royal Palace (Training Yard)
Outside of the palace is the Treachu Royal Training Yard. Here Treachu’s train to grow stronger. Treachu’s like to fight very much and will often settle their differences with a friendly brawl. Students are encouraged to spar with their hosts, just be warned that Treachu’s are anatomically stronger than most humans, so you might come out a little beat up. A tall building stands in the distance overlooking the training yard. This is the armory where combatants can arm themselves with various weapons and armor. The King has been kindly enough to allow the students to use this training yard throughout their stay here.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 2:03 pm
" Come on this gravity too much you? You'll never catch me is your that slow!" Shepard said, jumping back another pillar as Blue struggled to jump after him. He landed at the edge of the pillar and crawled up. He felt heavy here, like he was weighed down by the air. His father wasn't effected at all. He was just as fast here as he was on the Earth. With a growl he jumped after his father again, who dodged by jumping to another pillar. "Come on! Concentrate! Don't focus on the weight so much. Push past it!" Shepard yelled as Blue chased him from pillar to pillar.
Later in the day Blue sat at the base of a pillar, trying to catch his breath. He was drenched in sweat as Shepard stood next to him. "Good job. Your getting used to the gravity. If you spend a little more time training in it you should be fine" he said patting his son on the back.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 5:14 pm
It was the oddest thing to do but Great Kane left The pool area and traveled to the Training Yard on this planet. " Damn this gravity makes walking to this place like walking on a mountain." He thought to himself.
When he arrived at that training yard he was amazed to find someone there... training i suppose. He watched at the man and a younger boy were jumping on the pillars. " this gravity makes it difficult for them to train" Kane thought to himself.
Kane wanted to join them and test his abilitys that he learned from childhood. he he walk up to them bravely and asked.
" May i join you too in training?
Kane only hoped that he won't be killed.
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 5:51 pm
Shepard eyes the new boy. He felt nothing special from him. To him, Kane was just a regular human. " So do you think you can keep up with my speed. Amusing human. Ok you can train with us. You'll be on my son's team. Your mission is to try and hit me!" Shepard said jumping up to a pillar, not affected by the gravity much. " Well? You two think you can get me?" he said folding his arm and closing his eyes.
Blue smiled and looked at Kane. " How about you attack from one side and I'll attack from the other" Blue whispered. After a minute he jumped on a pillar and jumped to a few more before attacking from Shepard's right, hoping Kane would follow suit on the on the left side of his dad.
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 6:01 pm
Kane watch as the Man went to one of the pillars. " intresting that this person can think I am nothing but a human" He thought to himself.
Seeing the boy attacking the man was amuseing to say the least. there was no way he would be able to catch him from that angel.
Kane jumped onto a pillar and almost fell to the ground. But he finnaly got up and stood on the pillar.
" so the only thing I have to do is catch you? Are we allowed to use magic or anything? Kane asked to make sure he can or cannot do that.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 7:10 pm
Ginseku looked around, observing the large rows of pillars that decorated the battlefield.
"Well then. Isn't this something?"
Ginseku leapt up and landed on top of a pillar coolly. He turned around, taking a passive glance at Varon, whom he assumed wasn't really enjoying this sunny environment.
He half expected him to scoot into the comforting shade of a pillar.
Ginseku sat down on the edge of his current platform, hanging his legs out calmly and swaying them a bit. It was much warmer out here, and he was regaining some feeling in his skin finally.
"So tell me, Varon, are you here with Ria? I would have to assume you are, since you mentioned Italy before, unless you just came along with Ria's transport for fun in your own means."
Ginseku reached into the cargo pocket of his baggy shorts, and pulled out a thin, black cigar. It was followed by a book of matches, which Ginseku took one of and lit forementioned cigar; he took a few passive puffs on it while the acrid and sweet smell of cloves wafted through the air.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 8:33 pm
Varon walked over to the next pillar, which after a battle was slightly shorter, his frame suddenly became faintly transparent. It was as if his body was suddenly converted into an eerily green gaseous form, trailing off with the wind and he'd rose up to the top. Once there, he materialized back into the material plane and fell a few inched down into the uneven, broken pillar. With a slam of his staff, dark green lines shot up from the ground and wound up the sides of the pillar, rising up as the tormented shades of those tormented and condemned. There were at least half a dozen, contorted into agonizing positions with the twisted and horrified faces of the damned, wailing with the anguish of their fate and eventually materializing into solid shapes: a makeshift throne of corpses.
He sat down in this proudly creation- birthed by his horrific dark magic and leaned back, arms resting comfortably at their rests and leg leg crossed over the right one; thus completing his arrogant posture on a throne of the materialized bodies of tormented souls. The shadows clung to his body, shielding him from the sun and Varon spread his arms, presenting his new trick, "Ria High? I work there!" He cackled maliciously before adding, "At the morgue down at the Asura Labs. I'm a Necromancer, as you can no doubt tell."
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 8:41 pm
"I do believe you mentioned it, but I haven't seen you around Ria before. Then again, I'm only just returning, so you must've been hired in my absence."
Ginseku took a long drag of the thin cigar, and it burned slowly, the black leaf turning gold at the place just below the burning cherry.
"Nathaniel Sherman, where would i be without your clove cigars?"
Ginseku laughed and ashed his cigar on the edge of the pillar he sat on.
"Well. Might i ask how old you are, Varon? I'm 19 myself."
Ginseku took a long glance at the throne he sat on, which didn't, personally, seem very comfortable to him; how could the corpses of people he didn't even know be comforting? Ginseku couldn't imagine using such a power and almost shuddered at the thought of having similar furniture pieces in his home.
'A couch made of bodies. Yeah, that'd be great to pass out on in a drunken stupor.'
Ginseku made a mental note not to ask Varon about his dormitory.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 8:43 am
"Yes, well... I don't venture outside my work place very often. When I do, it's usually under the guise of another." He replied, leaning towards his side and resting his head on an arm. Varon looked thoughtfully at the stage before him when Gin asked about his age. Has it really been that long? "Let's see... I was conceived shortly after the post-WWII peace treaty with France, that was 1947, I believe..."
Varon looked up for a moment before he'd continue, "So, that would make me around... 60 years old. But..." He extended his free hand to the side, in another theatrical gesture of presentation, "I can't say I remain human, so in biological terms, I'm still in my early twenties."
He looked up at Gin curiously now, as a realization came to mind, "If you don't mind me asking, what are your abilities? I wouldn't want to have the disadvantageous position of being uninformed after having given my own capabilities away."
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 4:14 pm
"If you are so curious, why don't you look up my file when you get back to Ria? I have no intention of hurting you, so you can put that notion to rest. Besides, why would I attack a teacher that could easily get me booted from Ria, or worse, seeing as you ARE a teacher, die in the process of attacking?"
Ginseku took a long drag of his cigar, swirling the smoke in his mouth for a second before launching a badly formed ring. He frowned slightly, and took another long drag, trying again; with better results. A thick ring of smoke shot out and rolled lazily in the air, expanding slowly before being picked up in a small draft of wind.
"But, since you were so kind as to share information like that with me, i'll divulge you. I have a high-caliber amount of experience when it comes to swordplay and hand to hand combat, and in some of the older forms of Ninjitsu. In that aspect, i have a pretty decent mastery of Illusion and Attack arts."
Ginseku took a small drag of his cigar, stamping the cherry out with a small exhale.
"Now, Varon, If you don't mind me asking, what majorly guided your choice in becoming a Necromancer? Is it a family thing, or did you pick it yourself?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 8:37 pm
Varon shrugged, raising his shoulders in a dismissing gesture, "Well... it's complicated, to say the least." He said casually before his voice became somewhat serious, "But, you might be able to say Necromancy chose me before I'd even been born."
He stretched, feeling his stiff muscles relax only slightly. It had been a while since he'd emerged from his research and put his knowledge to the test. Varon's face drooped into a scowl as he contemplated having become out of tune from not having excercised enough.
Of course, the idea came up soon enough. This was a perfect situation- better here than stretch his muscled up when he needed them at their fullest. Varon looked up at his companion, motioning to the surrounding courtyard with his eyes, "So, what do you say we scrape some rust off these old bones with some friendly excercise?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 9:03 pm
Ginseku smirked coolly.
This was just what he needed; training. And with a Rian teacher, no less.
'Great. Maybe I should step onto spaceships without thinking, more often.'
"What did you have in mind, exactly? Sparring?"
Ginseku rolled his shoulders once, cracking his back and popping his shoulder blades.
He turned his head from side to side quickly, popping his neck. He cracked his elbows, ankles, and even his knees shortly after, with many different rotations, flexes, and hyperextensions.
"Sure, but only if it's purely for sport and you don't have too much fun."
Ginseku shot a friendly, challenging grin to Varon.
"I suppose you plan to use your staff, right?"
Ginseku bit his thumb, and formed the symbol of Musou on his right hand.
His body was engulfed in white, and it slowly drained away from his body in a wipe, solidifying in his hand as a dark-steel katana with a black handle and guard.
Ginseku took it a step further this time. He slid his thumb down the length of the blade, and then formed another seal on the tang of his blade.
"Twin."
Ginseku tossed the sword back and forth between his hands, and suddenly, he had two short swords that were similar to the Musou he just had. Where these new blades came from is almost a mystery, as the appearance of them and the disappearance of the original were synchronous.
Ginseku spun them around once after standing on the pillar.
'I have to get him to the ground. Up here all i can do is jump to dodge, unless i use my wings, but that's a trump card to keep secret.'
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 3:35 pm
Varon slowly got up from his chair slowly, as if his limbs had mummified over the few minutes he'd spent in the chair, "Oh, nothing much... just flex a few muscles with a few slices of the blade As he'd straightened, the bodies became incorporeal and sank slowly back on the ground, as if the very forces of the underworld dragged them back to their horrific dimension. He laughed as he'd mention his weapon of choice, "But of course, what else would you expect from a sorcerer?"
He stared as his dueling partner, amused at how he'd manage to materialize two short katanas, "Good to see you've got some tricks up your sleeve." Just as he saw his opponent was ready, Varon reached back and pulled out his staff, materializing behind him. The black volcanic glass was carved in the shape of a skeletal hand grasping a magical orb, pulsating with dark power. As it's pointed base was slammed on the ground, the orb shone with an eerie green light and small, five dark projectiles shot out at astonishing speed. While they were far too small to contain any lethal or even moderate damage, the force of their impact was enough to stagger an opponent for a short moment- a lethal occurrence in the middle of a heated battle.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 6:28 pm
Before Ginseku knew it, Varon had made his first move.
Ginseku brought both of his swords to his side, crossing his arms over one another. He began to do a three strike weave, known as Redonda, and sliced the initial three orbs in half; his blades absorbed them afterwards, a bit of dark energy crackling across their faces before dissipating.
Ginseku leaned back to dodge the 4th orb, and very narrowly avoided the fifth by tilting his head to the side at the last second.
'Man, he's got some good aim. He predicted how I would move when he shot them all at once!'
Ginseku quickly flipped backwards from his matrix-style dodge, landing on another platform. He didn't wait a moment; He quickly leapt from it to another, approaching Varon rapidly. Before becoming too predictable in his path of approach, Ginseku leapt down when coming into close range of Varon, and instead of going after him, he slashed through the base of the pillar he stood on, flipping once before landing squarely next to it on his feet. He leapt away shortly after, watching for the next move.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 7:30 pm
Somewhat intrigued how Gin managed to block and evade five projectiles- not an easy task, to say the least- Varon continued to study his opponent. Turning slowly a he circled and approached him, Varon readied his staff for a charge- and his opponent fell. The shattering of his pillar caught him slightly off guard, but he jumped back, rising to the level of the pillar behind him and extending a hand.
Once the pillar fell and revealed, Varon released a cone of dark tendrils, but released them once he leapt away; the corruptive strands leaving a blight on the packed earth. The necromancer remained still, the earth around his pillar growing darker and the tainted area spread- he was corrupting the battlefield itself. In fact, there was a faint smell of decay coming from his direction and the sorcerer remained still, making use of the time his opponent chose to wait to his later advantage.
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