Post by Sage Sudeki on Jul 10, 2018 20:49:52 GMT -8
It was cold, dark... There was a throb of pain every now and then. This had been the world of Sage Sudeki for a little over a week, dark, cold, suffering. But slowly, something ran through his veins as he came to. Like drinking something hot and feeling it warm your body all the way down, breaking the chill from his body as sounds drummed rapidly before clattering into a distant echo. Sage felt it, his arms, they could move! His eyes snapping open his Seikatsugan immediately turning on as he lept from his coffin black flames erupting around both his arms, black plasma snapping around the condensed fire. His arms shook along with the gravity and light around his arms distorting everything around them as he prepared to fight. Wearing his suit still which smelled of stale sweat.
The blonde haired man stood legs spread and arms curled at his sides ready to throw down with everyone he saw. Looked to him like a bunch of swordsman in a training camp of some kind. Some had blades Drawn while others looked relaxed and normal. Except one guy. Large black dude with some shades and a kimono. Unusual enough but he seemed old and chill considering the amount of power Spike was holding. His eyes hurt, and it was only now he realized he didn't have access to all of his abilities.
"Relax, your father sent you here."
The large guy would lift his hand and point at his own eyes.
"The letter says you shouldn't be using those for your own safety."
Spike scoffed flaring more power as he growled a bit.
"I know what I'm doing. My life doesn't revolve around the rules of my family like him."
The large guy would shrug.
"I'm Weigrif, you are safe here. The orders say that you won't have to return to the Sudeki Clan and can recover here since your capture from Prota, they aren't allowed to enter our borders anymore."
That caused the energy to falter on Spike's arms. Disbelief slightly apparent on his face as he struggled to maintain his current resolve a wave of weakness slapping him in the legs hard. He was having trouble maintaining his energy as well, how long had it been?
"Where am I exactly? What kind of trick is this? Where is the Arena?"
Weigrif stroked his chin a bit before responding.
"This is the territory designated as number two forty four. We are neutral and capable enough of protecting ourselves. Likely enough to bring you down in your weakened state. How about you calm down and get comfortable?"
Spike would lose the flame on his left arm, no longer able to maintain it. Tsking before turning the other off in case he needed his power. He let the Seikatsugan go as well. Feeling the pain throb through his head.
"Well, how about a place to bathe and clean my clothes?"
Weigrif would smile and nod leading the way to the bath houses. Spike would wander in and strip his clothes into a hamper and walk out into the hot spring, his tattoo's on full display as he climbed into the water enjoying a good soak. He couldn't relax, he was still sure this was a trick and he was just going to end up fighting some huge warrior from some far off land like usual, but everything felt off. He knew he was older, he could see it in the mirrors in the changing room. He felt weaker, and he couldn't even use one of his eyes properly. Something had happened.
A flash of information, faces. A demon girl... A restaurant... A chick with an eye patch. A burst of pain in his head caused him to grip his forehead over his right eye. His fingers rubbing over a scar. He didn't remember getting the scar. He didn't remember where or how, but for some reason he knew what and why. A claw had scraped through his face damaging his original eye and another captive had an eye technique. The Prota scientists thought it would be interesting to mix the abilities by implanting his eye into Spike's head.
He exited his bath and found his clothes gone, replaced with a kimono. That was annoying. Getting dressed he left letting the top of the kimono hang over his waste wrap to feel the cool air and warm sun. Looking around he watched people for a moment, they appeared to be warriors, hunters, swordsman, some even seemed to be more, watching him just as closely. He knew their looks, their manners... Assassins.
"Feel better?"
Spike turned to see Weigrif and nodded.
"I'm a bit calmer now... You are having me secretly watched... Good idea."
Weigrif grunted at being found out.
"You have Black Ops training?"
Spike would nod though keeping it at that he would take a quick glance around.
"Judging by your people they are rather skilled."
Weigrif would puff up with pride.
"Coming from the son of a Dragon that's high praise."
Spike glared.
"I'm more than that."
Weigrif would up his hands in surrender.
"I meant no offense."
There was a bit of an awkward silence for a time as they stood looking at each other.
"Look, I'm feeling like my body is different. Weaker, I need to train. What yo- OH MY GOD!"
Spike pointed in surprise as the very large white tiger walked through the camp.
"AN ALPHA QI BEAST!"
The beast stopped and turned to look at Spike.
"My name is Ragnarok."
Spike staggered a bit. It was talking. It was addressing him, understood him, this was amazing.
"Who are you people?"
Weigrif would chuckle.
"Trust me we had a similar reaction. I'm Lancelot, we are the Knights of the Round. That is Ragnarok as you say an Alpha Qi Beast who commands other local Qi beasts. We have allied, and allied with The Earth Dragon."
Spike chuckled, putting his hands on his hips and shaking his head.
"Of course you are. Look, now I'm really itching for a fight, who you got?"
Weigrif would rest a hand on the hilt of his blade and think.
"Well most of our important people are out on a training mission. If you wish I could fight you."
Spike would grin.
"Think you can keep up, old man? You may be Lancelot, but time is the ultimate victor."
That just about settled that, they made their way to the training ring which was a dirt patch lined with wood logs. Weigrif put his blade down on a cloth mat on the edge of the ring while Spike did some light stretching. Weigrif would turn to face spike and Spike would hop from foot to foot as he moved forward.
"Alright kid, take your swing."
Sage would bounce once more time letting his knee bend a bit more before charging two steps and loosing a hook for Weigrif's chin with his right fist. It landed, Weigrif's head turned a bit as he looked back at Sage. Gripping his wrist with one hand and grabbing his waste wrap with the other lifting and slamming him down on his back swinging him over Weigrif's head.
"Nice punch, gonna need more though."
Spike kicked off the ground throwing his knee up to smash on top of Weigrif's head, which he stood up to avoid, still holding Spike's arm yanking him a bit. Spike would push off the ground with his free hand and spin up to his feet, using the momentum to throw a kick for Weigrif's mid section. Weigrif takes the shot, but twists Spike's arm. Gripping the bend elbow with his other arm and throwing him to the ground again, letting him go this time.
The young mafioso lay there for a second and rolled over getting back up.
"You sure are tough."
Weigrif would shrug smiling.
"That all you got in you?"
Spike would charge again launching into the air, the black mass appearing over his right arm as he threw his new punch for his face, this time Weigrif ducked and rolled to the side avoiding Spike entirely, the punch slammed the ground from the weight of the energy, blasting a crater in the dirt and throwing debris in all directions. Tingle running through his hand and arm as he turned to spot Weigrif who was giving him a pleasantly surprised nod and pushing his bottom lip up into his still top lip.
"I guess not."
Weigrif would comment now taking a fighting stance. Obviously not playing easy with Spike anymore.
"I would say that's not even the half of it, but I think that's what I have available right now."
Chuckling as he ran forward throwing attack after attack with the same black dense flame and static energy around his fists, legs, knee's, elbows. Pretty soon he could feel the damage sinking in as Weigrif expertly deflected his strikes, making sure not to block them and only move them so as to not be directly in the way of the energy. Fairly soon Spike's right hand was bleeding and shaking from muscle spasms. He was only able to open his index and middle finger, but he was having some fun. Weigrif noticed the bruising and limping Spike began to show from the continued combat.
"Maybe we should call it here?"
Spike would grin.
"Surrendering already? I've still got hours of fight left in me."
He was lying obviously. He was controlling his breathing pretty good, but the damage had stacked up over time. He was sweating and couldn't even approach Weigrif anymore. Weigrif would walk a couple steps away and turn to face Spike.
"What's your plan now? I'm far away. You can't even walk towards me, let alone attack me."
Spike looked down at his shaky knee's and bloody hand.
"Yeah I guess I can't walk towards you."
Letting his knee's give out Spike would slam his left fist to the ground the explosion and force launching him towards Weigrif as he raised a right fist, energy erupting around it as he let out a yell to slam it at an actually surprised Weigrif, however the skilled fighter twisted and tossed Spike once more out of the ring and onto his back again, though this time he rag dolled a bit into a heap of himself and the kimono.
"Yeah okay... You win this one."
Weigrif would shake his head as he approached to help Spike up and to get checked out.
"I always do."
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The blonde haired man stood legs spread and arms curled at his sides ready to throw down with everyone he saw. Looked to him like a bunch of swordsman in a training camp of some kind. Some had blades Drawn while others looked relaxed and normal. Except one guy. Large black dude with some shades and a kimono. Unusual enough but he seemed old and chill considering the amount of power Spike was holding. His eyes hurt, and it was only now he realized he didn't have access to all of his abilities.
"Relax, your father sent you here."
The large guy would lift his hand and point at his own eyes.
"The letter says you shouldn't be using those for your own safety."
Spike scoffed flaring more power as he growled a bit.
"I know what I'm doing. My life doesn't revolve around the rules of my family like him."
The large guy would shrug.
"I'm Weigrif, you are safe here. The orders say that you won't have to return to the Sudeki Clan and can recover here since your capture from Prota, they aren't allowed to enter our borders anymore."
That caused the energy to falter on Spike's arms. Disbelief slightly apparent on his face as he struggled to maintain his current resolve a wave of weakness slapping him in the legs hard. He was having trouble maintaining his energy as well, how long had it been?
"Where am I exactly? What kind of trick is this? Where is the Arena?"
Weigrif stroked his chin a bit before responding.
"This is the territory designated as number two forty four. We are neutral and capable enough of protecting ourselves. Likely enough to bring you down in your weakened state. How about you calm down and get comfortable?"
Spike would lose the flame on his left arm, no longer able to maintain it. Tsking before turning the other off in case he needed his power. He let the Seikatsugan go as well. Feeling the pain throb through his head.
"Well, how about a place to bathe and clean my clothes?"
Weigrif would smile and nod leading the way to the bath houses. Spike would wander in and strip his clothes into a hamper and walk out into the hot spring, his tattoo's on full display as he climbed into the water enjoying a good soak. He couldn't relax, he was still sure this was a trick and he was just going to end up fighting some huge warrior from some far off land like usual, but everything felt off. He knew he was older, he could see it in the mirrors in the changing room. He felt weaker, and he couldn't even use one of his eyes properly. Something had happened.
A flash of information, faces. A demon girl... A restaurant... A chick with an eye patch. A burst of pain in his head caused him to grip his forehead over his right eye. His fingers rubbing over a scar. He didn't remember getting the scar. He didn't remember where or how, but for some reason he knew what and why. A claw had scraped through his face damaging his original eye and another captive had an eye technique. The Prota scientists thought it would be interesting to mix the abilities by implanting his eye into Spike's head.
He exited his bath and found his clothes gone, replaced with a kimono. That was annoying. Getting dressed he left letting the top of the kimono hang over his waste wrap to feel the cool air and warm sun. Looking around he watched people for a moment, they appeared to be warriors, hunters, swordsman, some even seemed to be more, watching him just as closely. He knew their looks, their manners... Assassins.
"Feel better?"
Spike turned to see Weigrif and nodded.
"I'm a bit calmer now... You are having me secretly watched... Good idea."
Weigrif grunted at being found out.
"You have Black Ops training?"
Spike would nod though keeping it at that he would take a quick glance around.
"Judging by your people they are rather skilled."
Weigrif would puff up with pride.
"Coming from the son of a Dragon that's high praise."
Spike glared.
"I'm more than that."
Weigrif would up his hands in surrender.
"I meant no offense."
There was a bit of an awkward silence for a time as they stood looking at each other.
"Look, I'm feeling like my body is different. Weaker, I need to train. What yo- OH MY GOD!"
Spike pointed in surprise as the very large white tiger walked through the camp.
"AN ALPHA QI BEAST!"
The beast stopped and turned to look at Spike.
"My name is Ragnarok."
Spike staggered a bit. It was talking. It was addressing him, understood him, this was amazing.
"Who are you people?"
Weigrif would chuckle.
"Trust me we had a similar reaction. I'm Lancelot, we are the Knights of the Round. That is Ragnarok as you say an Alpha Qi Beast who commands other local Qi beasts. We have allied, and allied with The Earth Dragon."
Spike chuckled, putting his hands on his hips and shaking his head.
"Of course you are. Look, now I'm really itching for a fight, who you got?"
Weigrif would rest a hand on the hilt of his blade and think.
"Well most of our important people are out on a training mission. If you wish I could fight you."
Spike would grin.
"Think you can keep up, old man? You may be Lancelot, but time is the ultimate victor."
That just about settled that, they made their way to the training ring which was a dirt patch lined with wood logs. Weigrif put his blade down on a cloth mat on the edge of the ring while Spike did some light stretching. Weigrif would turn to face spike and Spike would hop from foot to foot as he moved forward.
"Alright kid, take your swing."
Sage would bounce once more time letting his knee bend a bit more before charging two steps and loosing a hook for Weigrif's chin with his right fist. It landed, Weigrif's head turned a bit as he looked back at Sage. Gripping his wrist with one hand and grabbing his waste wrap with the other lifting and slamming him down on his back swinging him over Weigrif's head.
"Nice punch, gonna need more though."
Spike kicked off the ground throwing his knee up to smash on top of Weigrif's head, which he stood up to avoid, still holding Spike's arm yanking him a bit. Spike would push off the ground with his free hand and spin up to his feet, using the momentum to throw a kick for Weigrif's mid section. Weigrif takes the shot, but twists Spike's arm. Gripping the bend elbow with his other arm and throwing him to the ground again, letting him go this time.
The young mafioso lay there for a second and rolled over getting back up.
"You sure are tough."
Weigrif would shrug smiling.
"That all you got in you?"
Spike would charge again launching into the air, the black mass appearing over his right arm as he threw his new punch for his face, this time Weigrif ducked and rolled to the side avoiding Spike entirely, the punch slammed the ground from the weight of the energy, blasting a crater in the dirt and throwing debris in all directions. Tingle running through his hand and arm as he turned to spot Weigrif who was giving him a pleasantly surprised nod and pushing his bottom lip up into his still top lip.
"I guess not."
Weigrif would comment now taking a fighting stance. Obviously not playing easy with Spike anymore.
"I would say that's not even the half of it, but I think that's what I have available right now."
Chuckling as he ran forward throwing attack after attack with the same black dense flame and static energy around his fists, legs, knee's, elbows. Pretty soon he could feel the damage sinking in as Weigrif expertly deflected his strikes, making sure not to block them and only move them so as to not be directly in the way of the energy. Fairly soon Spike's right hand was bleeding and shaking from muscle spasms. He was only able to open his index and middle finger, but he was having some fun. Weigrif noticed the bruising and limping Spike began to show from the continued combat.
"Maybe we should call it here?"
Spike would grin.
"Surrendering already? I've still got hours of fight left in me."
He was lying obviously. He was controlling his breathing pretty good, but the damage had stacked up over time. He was sweating and couldn't even approach Weigrif anymore. Weigrif would walk a couple steps away and turn to face Spike.
"What's your plan now? I'm far away. You can't even walk towards me, let alone attack me."
Spike looked down at his shaky knee's and bloody hand.
"Yeah I guess I can't walk towards you."
Letting his knee's give out Spike would slam his left fist to the ground the explosion and force launching him towards Weigrif as he raised a right fist, energy erupting around it as he let out a yell to slam it at an actually surprised Weigrif, however the skilled fighter twisted and tossed Spike once more out of the ring and onto his back again, though this time he rag dolled a bit into a heap of himself and the kimono.
"Yeah okay... You win this one."
Weigrif would shake his head as he approached to help Spike up and to get checked out.
"I always do."
Name: Your Event
Requirements: Approved Character
Job: An event has happened to your character alone. What happened? Write a story about some big event that just happened to your character. This event can be done once a month.
Bonus: Receive an injury that lasts 3 threads.
Payout: +3 exp, +$250
