Post by Draken on Jun 15, 2008 16:13:47 GMT -7
In this my char is Elem.
17:29:06 Elem was walking on a path that followed a small river. He was leaning heavily on his old wooden staff, it was scarred and blackened in some spots. He was in his old robe, which was also very beat up and ragged. He was walking along creating an appearance of weakness and vulnerabilty, any who was not trained properly in certain rare arts would not be able to tell his true strength. He continued to walk occasinally stoping and taking a drink from the crystal clear and cool liqued that was flowing next to him. When he stood he felt a presence. He stood still leaning on his staff, pondering whether or not to continue or to wait for this traveler. He decided to wait he sat down crosslegged and shut his eyes. He began to collect his thoughts and learning from all his long years.
17:37:35 Algol had somehow found himself on the far side of the river from this mysterious old man, whose face he remembers distantly from etchings in the Buddhist temple he was ejected from. That's a problem simply solved. Before he solves it, though, he just stands there for a few moments. He's watching, trying to be sure this is the man he appears to be, and not some random geezer. When the wooden teeth of his very traditional Japanese sandals strike the soft muck at the edge of the river, they sink in in such a way that there's no pulling them out with the sandal still on his foot. He sighs, slips them off, and leaves them there. "Man, you wouldn't believe how many pairs of these I go through." Two or three steps up toward the path, he's -- rather obviously -- tightening the length of red cord around his waist and removing the sword and its scabbard from his waist. After that, he removes the starkly un-traditional button-down which seems to lack any buttons whatsoever.
17:38:09 [Algol] "I've been hearing talk of an ancient Master of all arts martial roaming this region. Happen to know him, old man?"
17:41:13 Elem smiles his back to the man. He sets his hands palm down on the ground. His eyes still shut an image of the mans feet apears in his mind. He slapped the ground and a pillar of rock rose abruptly under the man. He then spun standing as he did so, using the air around him. He then made two punching motions one with his left and one with his right. About an inche from each knuckle flame materialized and shot towards the man now in the air. He then tooka defensive stance. His staff was still standing strieght.
17:41:32 [Elem] Oops sorry let me repost. hehe
17:45:24 Elem smiled and stayed in his position. He chuckled before speaking. "So they have started calling me Ancient Master. I am he, what do you wish of me?" He continued to stay where he was, there was a slight breeze that disturbed his silver hair. Suddenly a gust of wind blew and he used it to stand. He still had ahold of his wooden staff. "I am the keeper of a ancient magic, the last one who knows of it." He turned, and looked the man in the face. His face was full of age and wisdom that would take a regular man many lifetimes to finally have.
17:54:59 [Elem] .......
17:58:06 [Elem] ...............
17:58:37 Algol pushes the point of the scabbard in which his weapon is housed into the soft soil beside the trail. On the handle, he hangs his shirt. He goes about this with a terrific slowness paralleling that of old age, which defies his youthful appearance. He speaks, with his eyes averted from the man. "Well, they say that. I've heard a lot about something called rog. I'd certainly like to see how it fares against manretsuken." He turns on his heels, assuming a position neither offensive nor defensive. It's a non-comittal thing, with any limb able to reach out without upsetting the center of balance. "What say you teach me a bit?" The man's grin is positively mad, but it's broken by a sudden realization. He reaches into a pocket and withdraws a silver flask, which he throws down beside the embedded katana. "Okay. I'm all set."
18:03:32 Elem smiles. "If you are ready then shall we begin." He threw his wooden staff into the ground. As it embeded itself into the ground a pillar of rock flew out of the ground directly behind the man, it was too close for the man to dodge. He then took a stance and swept his arms in front of him. An arc of fire flew from his hands as then passed infront of him. He then spun once bring a hand out stretched at full length creating a visable stream of high moving air that followed his flame attack. He then stood with his knees bent and his fists at his waist waiting. All of this happend in no less than 7 seconds.
18:12:55 Algol doesn't move at all for about the first second or two. It's unclear whether this is due to his reaction time, a lack of concern for these events, or part of some larger plan. When the flames have closed in to a point where it seems they're entirely unavoidable, his image simply disintegrates. At almost the same instant, it appears in another location a few feet up with his feet positioned for a leap off the still-ascending pillar. This happens with a minor thunderclap, and lasts only an instant. As the aged Master rotates in his preparation for a visible lance of high-pressure air, the image breaks up again, the next appearing almost directly over Elem's head. This produces another thunderclap, and this image falls in the normal parabolic fashion. Upon touching the ground, he sweeps one ankle out low and rotates on the other in the way that produces a kick with a trip threat, though he's a bit far away for this to have any effect. Rising back to his noncomittal pose, he speaks again.
18:13:13 [Algol] "What the f*ck was that, old man?!"
18:17:15 Elem doesnt awnser just smiles. He raises his left arm with his pointerfinger and middle finger extended. Lightning leaps from his hand and moves instantly to the man. No dodging this one. Then he puts his hands on his sides and his feet together. He shoots intot the ground the hole closing above him. He can feel the man's position using his earth bending. He sits under the earth waiting for the man to make a move.
18:17:22 [Elem] sorry so short.]]
18:26:22 Algol reacts to the lightning-bolt with a little shock. (Pun intended) His jaw falls open just a little. The arc hits him square in the chest, and breaks open like a hand with fingers coursing across his chest. The apertures in his face -- eyes, mouth, nose -- all fill with platinum light. His hair stands on end. Every inch of his body smokes. His forced reaction is to expend all this energy by using something best described by his building shout: "OoooaaAH Rekka-Ken!" There is a flash-fire around him for that instant, which rolls outward until it dissipates just outside of his arm's reach. Still, Al hasn't moved. He's just standing there, watching for the old man. "Hey, where'd he go?"
18:30:42 Elem was still in the ground but now he began to work the ground sending pillars at the man from all directions. Then he twitched his eyebrow and water rose from the river and froze in the air, it broke into many peices and flew at the man. Elem then began to move in circles around the man still underneath the ground. He shot flame bursts at him from holes he created in the earth.
18:38:13 Algol flips and dodges the first few pillars to lunge at him. It eventually gets to the point where he's using the footing provided by previous pillars to evade the new ones, all the while using the Conflagrant Fist to either melt or deflect needles of ice before they can wound him. Al is making a visible effort to get hit with every single burst of flame from under the ground, too. They seem to be supporting his risky overuse of rekka-ken.
18:47:46 [Elem] sorry my ma needed to get on the comp *goes to post*
18:49:54 [Algol] No prob.
18:50:03 Elem then rises from the earth with armor of rock. He takes a step toward the man and 4 rock slabs rise from the earth and encase the man in stone. He then begins to squeeze the air out of the man so that he will pass out.
18:50:11 [Elem] damn thought that that was longer.....
18:55:49 Algol is finally able to reveal the true value of the power he's manifested. His right fist rockets out at the slab directly in front of him. It hits the stone, grates on the hard surface, hurts like sandpaper dragged across the knuckles. Less than a second later, the slab explodes flinging bits of stone flying. Some are sharp, others are merely a bludgeoning hazard. Before the haze of dust and debris is clear, he explodes out of it surrounded by a fiery aura. As he charges, right hand lifted up to throw a punch and swallowed by a construct in the shape of an Chinese dragon's head, he's shouting. "This is starting to really p*ss me off!!"
18:59:22 Elem simply smiles and dodges the man. As the man passes by he hits three points on his body, that once hit would totally imobilize the opponent, even a master such as himself. But the points are diffrent on each person, and one would have to have extensive training in that art which is now long forgotten. He then watched the man fall to the ground immobile. "Now what else do you want?" He asked as he smiled.
19:05:52 Algol looks a bit shocked as the old man, still encased in stone armor, makes the effort of dodging a bullet look as simple as a sidestep. The first strike, right under his arm, causes the dragon to vanish. The second, beneath his ribcage near the kidney, kills off that fiery aura. The last is a simple kick to the back of the knee, which causes it to buckle, dropping him in the trail and letting him slide in the dust tumbling end-over-end. Somehow, after that kind of surgical assault, Malik the Devil Star manages to get back to his feet heaving in huge breaths and holding his hands on his knees to keep from falling over. His words come out between the gasps. "Teach... Me... How... You... Did... That." He falls backward onto his arse.
19:15:09 Elem laughes lightly. "My boy first you must learn to see chi points which took me 200 years of hard studying, and I will only teach it too one that has proven themselves. You use your abilities out of anger you must learn to control them calmly. When you have learned this come find me." He then held out his hand and his wooden staff flew to it. He began to move down the path on a never ending journey.
17:29:06 Elem was walking on a path that followed a small river. He was leaning heavily on his old wooden staff, it was scarred and blackened in some spots. He was in his old robe, which was also very beat up and ragged. He was walking along creating an appearance of weakness and vulnerabilty, any who was not trained properly in certain rare arts would not be able to tell his true strength. He continued to walk occasinally stoping and taking a drink from the crystal clear and cool liqued that was flowing next to him. When he stood he felt a presence. He stood still leaning on his staff, pondering whether or not to continue or to wait for this traveler. He decided to wait he sat down crosslegged and shut his eyes. He began to collect his thoughts and learning from all his long years.
17:37:35 Algol had somehow found himself on the far side of the river from this mysterious old man, whose face he remembers distantly from etchings in the Buddhist temple he was ejected from. That's a problem simply solved. Before he solves it, though, he just stands there for a few moments. He's watching, trying to be sure this is the man he appears to be, and not some random geezer. When the wooden teeth of his very traditional Japanese sandals strike the soft muck at the edge of the river, they sink in in such a way that there's no pulling them out with the sandal still on his foot. He sighs, slips them off, and leaves them there. "Man, you wouldn't believe how many pairs of these I go through." Two or three steps up toward the path, he's -- rather obviously -- tightening the length of red cord around his waist and removing the sword and its scabbard from his waist. After that, he removes the starkly un-traditional button-down which seems to lack any buttons whatsoever.
17:38:09 [Algol] "I've been hearing talk of an ancient Master of all arts martial roaming this region. Happen to know him, old man?"
17:41:13 Elem smiles his back to the man. He sets his hands palm down on the ground. His eyes still shut an image of the mans feet apears in his mind. He slapped the ground and a pillar of rock rose abruptly under the man. He then spun standing as he did so, using the air around him. He then made two punching motions one with his left and one with his right. About an inche from each knuckle flame materialized and shot towards the man now in the air. He then tooka defensive stance. His staff was still standing strieght.
17:41:32 [Elem] Oops sorry let me repost. hehe
17:45:24 Elem smiled and stayed in his position. He chuckled before speaking. "So they have started calling me Ancient Master. I am he, what do you wish of me?" He continued to stay where he was, there was a slight breeze that disturbed his silver hair. Suddenly a gust of wind blew and he used it to stand. He still had ahold of his wooden staff. "I am the keeper of a ancient magic, the last one who knows of it." He turned, and looked the man in the face. His face was full of age and wisdom that would take a regular man many lifetimes to finally have.
17:54:59 [Elem] .......
17:58:06 [Elem] ...............
17:58:37 Algol pushes the point of the scabbard in which his weapon is housed into the soft soil beside the trail. On the handle, he hangs his shirt. He goes about this with a terrific slowness paralleling that of old age, which defies his youthful appearance. He speaks, with his eyes averted from the man. "Well, they say that. I've heard a lot about something called rog. I'd certainly like to see how it fares against manretsuken." He turns on his heels, assuming a position neither offensive nor defensive. It's a non-comittal thing, with any limb able to reach out without upsetting the center of balance. "What say you teach me a bit?" The man's grin is positively mad, but it's broken by a sudden realization. He reaches into a pocket and withdraws a silver flask, which he throws down beside the embedded katana. "Okay. I'm all set."
18:03:32 Elem smiles. "If you are ready then shall we begin." He threw his wooden staff into the ground. As it embeded itself into the ground a pillar of rock flew out of the ground directly behind the man, it was too close for the man to dodge. He then took a stance and swept his arms in front of him. An arc of fire flew from his hands as then passed infront of him. He then spun once bring a hand out stretched at full length creating a visable stream of high moving air that followed his flame attack. He then stood with his knees bent and his fists at his waist waiting. All of this happend in no less than 7 seconds.
18:12:55 Algol doesn't move at all for about the first second or two. It's unclear whether this is due to his reaction time, a lack of concern for these events, or part of some larger plan. When the flames have closed in to a point where it seems they're entirely unavoidable, his image simply disintegrates. At almost the same instant, it appears in another location a few feet up with his feet positioned for a leap off the still-ascending pillar. This happens with a minor thunderclap, and lasts only an instant. As the aged Master rotates in his preparation for a visible lance of high-pressure air, the image breaks up again, the next appearing almost directly over Elem's head. This produces another thunderclap, and this image falls in the normal parabolic fashion. Upon touching the ground, he sweeps one ankle out low and rotates on the other in the way that produces a kick with a trip threat, though he's a bit far away for this to have any effect. Rising back to his noncomittal pose, he speaks again.
18:13:13 [Algol] "What the f*ck was that, old man?!"
18:17:15 Elem doesnt awnser just smiles. He raises his left arm with his pointerfinger and middle finger extended. Lightning leaps from his hand and moves instantly to the man. No dodging this one. Then he puts his hands on his sides and his feet together. He shoots intot the ground the hole closing above him. He can feel the man's position using his earth bending. He sits under the earth waiting for the man to make a move.
18:17:22 [Elem] sorry so short.]]
18:26:22 Algol reacts to the lightning-bolt with a little shock. (Pun intended) His jaw falls open just a little. The arc hits him square in the chest, and breaks open like a hand with fingers coursing across his chest. The apertures in his face -- eyes, mouth, nose -- all fill with platinum light. His hair stands on end. Every inch of his body smokes. His forced reaction is to expend all this energy by using something best described by his building shout: "OoooaaAH Rekka-Ken!" There is a flash-fire around him for that instant, which rolls outward until it dissipates just outside of his arm's reach. Still, Al hasn't moved. He's just standing there, watching for the old man. "Hey, where'd he go?"
18:30:42 Elem was still in the ground but now he began to work the ground sending pillars at the man from all directions. Then he twitched his eyebrow and water rose from the river and froze in the air, it broke into many peices and flew at the man. Elem then began to move in circles around the man still underneath the ground. He shot flame bursts at him from holes he created in the earth.
18:38:13 Algol flips and dodges the first few pillars to lunge at him. It eventually gets to the point where he's using the footing provided by previous pillars to evade the new ones, all the while using the Conflagrant Fist to either melt or deflect needles of ice before they can wound him. Al is making a visible effort to get hit with every single burst of flame from under the ground, too. They seem to be supporting his risky overuse of rekka-ken.
18:47:46 [Elem] sorry my ma needed to get on the comp *goes to post*
18:49:54 [Algol] No prob.
18:50:03 Elem then rises from the earth with armor of rock. He takes a step toward the man and 4 rock slabs rise from the earth and encase the man in stone. He then begins to squeeze the air out of the man so that he will pass out.
18:50:11 [Elem] damn thought that that was longer.....
18:55:49 Algol is finally able to reveal the true value of the power he's manifested. His right fist rockets out at the slab directly in front of him. It hits the stone, grates on the hard surface, hurts like sandpaper dragged across the knuckles. Less than a second later, the slab explodes flinging bits of stone flying. Some are sharp, others are merely a bludgeoning hazard. Before the haze of dust and debris is clear, he explodes out of it surrounded by a fiery aura. As he charges, right hand lifted up to throw a punch and swallowed by a construct in the shape of an Chinese dragon's head, he's shouting. "This is starting to really p*ss me off!!"
18:59:22 Elem simply smiles and dodges the man. As the man passes by he hits three points on his body, that once hit would totally imobilize the opponent, even a master such as himself. But the points are diffrent on each person, and one would have to have extensive training in that art which is now long forgotten. He then watched the man fall to the ground immobile. "Now what else do you want?" He asked as he smiled.
19:05:52 Algol looks a bit shocked as the old man, still encased in stone armor, makes the effort of dodging a bullet look as simple as a sidestep. The first strike, right under his arm, causes the dragon to vanish. The second, beneath his ribcage near the kidney, kills off that fiery aura. The last is a simple kick to the back of the knee, which causes it to buckle, dropping him in the trail and letting him slide in the dust tumbling end-over-end. Somehow, after that kind of surgical assault, Malik the Devil Star manages to get back to his feet heaving in huge breaths and holding his hands on his knees to keep from falling over. His words come out between the gasps. "Teach... Me... How... You... Did... That." He falls backward onto his arse.
19:15:09 Elem laughes lightly. "My boy first you must learn to see chi points which took me 200 years of hard studying, and I will only teach it too one that has proven themselves. You use your abilities out of anger you must learn to control them calmly. When you have learned this come find me." He then held out his hand and his wooden staff flew to it. He began to move down the path on a never ending journey.
