Saito Kito
Gohan
Master of the Crane School
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
Posts: 455
Base: 133,919
Focus State: 267,838
Phoenix: 1,339,190
Zeni: 877
Items: Kemuri's Sword, Motorcycle, Gravity Chamber (100x), Simulator 2.0, Spacepod
Ally: Sonya - PL:55,998 Full Power: 111,996
Ally 2: Itan Farth - PL:55,998 x3:167,994
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Post by Saito Kito on Jun 23, 2014 18:51:53 GMT -5
Clunk, Clunk, Clunk
He had really outdone himself this time. While yes the food they ate was rather inexpensive -and possibly stolen considering it came from someone elses garden- it left their pocket book full and ready to make a purchase...So what did Kit do with all of his extra money? Weights.
Now I know what you're thinking, with a brother to support, and no tournament in the discernible future why would Kit waste his money on a useless training device? The fact is that without the heavy weights pulling on his thighs and weighing down his arms he felt almost naked. His body needed the added pressure, and he could feel his muscles getting weaker the longer he went without using them. Even his younger brother was proving more capable than he was. Had that little time really been so kind to Ethan? The boy walked as though he were on a cloud, perhaps Kit had no real memories of Ethan without his own weights. Try as he might however the teen would not use his brothers property. They had split the money earned and that was the way it would be from now on. If Ethan wanted to be a grown up in the grown up world, he would earn his keep.
They actually hadn't found a place to stay, and with the weather finally started to turn on them it was time to seek shelter. They had made it outside of the actual city towards an abandoned district. This was where Kit had heard the all mighty school was located. The white picket fences spoke of a simpler time, and yet the rusted mailboxes begged for human assistance. The streets had already begun to flood slightly. Kits new rubber sandals were not nearly as sturdy as his old leather straps had been. Comfort was a luxury he had never observed, and now as his feet squeked loudly under the friction of skin and plastic he wondered why he ever bothered to replace his old ones. The weights too seemed almost unbearable. It had been so long since they had been attached to him. He would have never guessed that a month away from home would bring him so much difficulty in training.
Finally they were nearing the street corner. Double checking his hand, which he had done well to keep dry to preserve the poorly written address, he turned to his brother speaking sternly.
"No foolishness around the master. If he is gracious enough to accept us as students we must show him the utmost respect. No talking back, and stand up straight"
He felt more like a parent now. Really Ethan probably would have been fine without the added nagging, but this was there only chance. None of the other schools had a good standing with his father, and so the only one that would still even consider them was the one they were nearing. His heart began to race as the large walls came into view. What if the head master didn't want to take a chance? What if Kit hadn't trained properly and was the joke of the entire dojo. His mind race, but as he reached the gate it was all put to ease, and then dismay.
Foreclosure
His heart sank, the sign was clear. Not only was the school no longer in business, but as the fine print would explain, it had been closed for over twenty years. The mold that had begun growing underneath the door, paired with the rusty hinges made Kit doubt the doors would even open properly anymore. How could this have happened? Standing in the pouring rain looking over his only remaining hope, he almost couldn't bear it. His head darted from side to side, and his chest rose faster in a near hyper ventilation. This had all been a terrible mistake...
"No... No no no. This isn't right..."
Saito stared at the brick wall, it was nearly a story high as to prevent intruders, and yet it seemed even taller than that. Something inside of him however had boiled over. He couldn't stand the idea of staying out in the freezing rain any longer, especially not with Ethan. He clenched his fists as well as his teeth and with a push of the muscles in his legs forced a vertical leap upwards towards the top of the wall. His weights quickly pulling him back down to earth just shy of making the jump. He landed with a hard thud that shook the ground nearby him.
"Dammit! Damn all of this!"
He yelled throwing a fist into the brick wall. The bricks too were stronger than expected, as if they had been built with the strength of their headmaster in mind. Retracting his fist to reveal speckles of blood mixxing with the rain water and ink that had been placed there earlier, his mind lost control. The pain in his right hand, his heart, and his pride was too much.
"Hyrah!"
His eyes white with rage, the warrior jumped once more, ignoring the blatant difficulties his weights were providing him, and with only an inch to spare cleared the top of the brick wall, landing on the otherside with an equally loud thud.
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Post by Ethan Snow on Jun 25, 2014 23:59:35 GMT -5
Ethan, though fiercely independent, thought the world of his older brother and figured that since he was the older of the two and had been out an about longer that he naturally had a better grasp on how things in the outside world worked. It was through this lens that the blue haired boy viewed Kit's failure to secure them both a proper meal, even after they had been paid by one of the parents of the thugs whom had earlier assaulted the teenager. The failure to actually answer his questions about the tournament were also brushed off as probably something Kit didn't think he needed to know yet, not that it would stop the plucky teen from bugging him about it later. But what really started to make Ethan question Kit's leadership now was the fact that they were trudging down a deserted avenue in a decrepit part of the vast city in the chilling rain. Ethan walked beside his brother, arms folded over his bare chest as the water cascaded down his body, struggling not to look as cold as he was starting to feel. True the boy wasn't exactly sensitive to that sort of thing but back when he lived in the compound he at least had a cloak to throw over his shoulders in the bad weather. Now though they were out in the open, unforgiving wind and cold, driving rain bearing down on them and the blue haired boy's trim, muscled body did nothing to hold the heat in.
At last though they seemed to be approaching their destination so Ethan held his tongue, they had walked the last mile or so in stubborn silence, why break it now. Well it wasn't he who would, but rather Kit, suddenly piping up that the young boy should behave himself around the master of the school they were approaching. The boy still didn't exactly understand the politics involved, this guy was supposedly a friend of their father's in spite of the guy being a complete nut case. Perhaps they were both crazy, this guy though somewhat less so then their father. Still being nagged to behave wasn't exactly necessary, Ethan might be brash but he wasn't disrespectful and right now finding some place warm and dry was top on his list of priorities so it went without saying that he was going to behave.
Arriving at the gate though Ethan could tell something was up. Usually at the gates there were lamps lighted during the night or in bad weather, just that little welcoming light that invited travelers in. However as they reached the mouldy wooden gates, Ethan could see that not only were the lamps not lighted, they looked like they hadn't been used in years, their wrought iron frames rusty and aged, missing glass panes here and there. Then the condition of the door, equally degenerated told the blue haired boy of the long period of disuse that must have occurred to bring these items to such a state.
"Kit..." Ethan was just staring, about to remark on the condition of the gate and it's accompanying lamps when his older brother seemingly lost it. Astounded at how instantly his older brother just exploded, the younger boy stood by, dumbstruck as Kit flew into a rage after finding a near by foreclosure sign. It was painful to watch as Kit bloodied his hands on the brick wall and then stand by as the blonde attempted to launch himself over the wall. True the older boy was wearing training weights, something Ethan didn't yet have the money to afford, but even if he too were wearing the same weights, the teen didn't think he'd have any trouble getting over the wall on the first try, unlike his brother. That though was probably more due to Ethan's compact body as he had to carry less over all weight with him compared to Kit's huskier form. In any event, the second attempt proved successful to his older brother and Ethan followed suit, after all breaking into the abandoned school was better then freezing in the rain. Not even opting for a running start, Ethan simply crouched and then launched himself, vaulting clear over the wall. Ever the show off though, the boy added a flip to his jump, bouncing himself off the top of the wall with his hand while still in the inverted position and then came down in the court yard on the other side in a crouch matching the one he'd launched from, arms extended to either side for balance.
"Heh, you're loosing your touch Kit." the boy commented snarkily, seemingly unaffected by the realization that their destination was a bust. This was far from the truth however, Ethan was annoyed and disappointed, however he always had a façade to maintain and so internalized what he was feeling. Most of the time the façade wasn't even one at all, Ethan was as care free as he seemed, but when things got tough he hides his true feelings behind the curtain even if only to comfort those around him and right now Kit seemed like he could use some of that comfort.
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Saito Kito
Gohan
Master of the Crane School
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
Posts: 455
Base: 133,919
Focus State: 267,838
Phoenix: 1,339,190
Zeni: 877
Items: Kemuri's Sword, Motorcycle, Gravity Chamber (100x), Simulator 2.0, Spacepod
Ally: Sonya - PL:55,998 Full Power: 111,996
Ally 2: Itan Farth - PL:55,998 x3:167,994
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Post by Saito Kito on Jun 26, 2014 11:41:14 GMT -5
Losing his touch!?
Not only was the elder brother lost in the inevitable defeat that the world had laid upon him, but now his brother had the nerve to point out what Kit already knew to be true. Kit had gotten soft, far softer than he would ever care to admit. His body was already sore from the weights attached to his legs, and his fist throbbed from the failed attempt to bust the wall open for their path. Really the night couldn't have gotten much worse. Annoyed, angry, and clearly determined to find any glimmer of hope, Saito began walking forward until he found him door to the dojo, which was unlocked and half open, a puddle of water leaking from the entrance onto the warped wooden floor on the inside. The inside if anything was even colder, but at least it was dry. An old lamp hung low from the ceiling, a perfect height for Kit to light it. Taking off his shoes, as if that made a difference on the splintered floor of the dojo, and taking a moment to light the lamp -Thankfully it was a self lighting flint lantern- Kit looked around at his surroundings.
It had what appeared to be the crane symbol on the wall, but it was hard to tell over the obvious graffiti that read several obscenities and illegible gang signs. He was at the right location alright, and it had been destroyed, or at least abandoned. The floorboards rose at the edges, the wallpaper had all but been torn from its spot, and the ceiling leaked in several places. Kit dug into his pocket, still ignoring his brother -or at least trying to- and pulled out a very small and now very wet picture. He had stolen it from his father the night of their dispute, and it was likely that Ethan had seen it as well. It was a picture of their fathers first fight in the Crane dojo. Looking around the room in an awstruck sadness he looked to find that it was in fact the same place. The bold heroic symbol of the crane covered in teenage spite, the masterfully lit lanterns lining the ceiling had been reduced to one dimly lit candle, and the beautiful landscaping from outside the window reduced to brown death.
"Unbelievable"
It almost didn't even come out as a solid word, more of an exhale. He truly had been beaten. There was no tournament, no dojo, no home. And worse yet he had encouraged his siblings to do the same stupid thing. Leaving home was more than stupid, it was dangerous, nearsighted and worst of all it only served to prove that his father had been right. Kit, who was in his prime, was unable to master the world around him. He was no better than a child who needed to cling to his parents leg. He sulked a few steps forward towards the wall of yellow and purple spray paint, and leaned against the wall. Slowly his body slid down the wall until he was sitting on the cold wet floor.
Unbelievable.
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Post by Ethan Snow on Jun 27, 2014 11:55:57 GMT -5
Standing up from his crouch and wrapping his arms back around his chest, Ethan looked about the open court yard as the chilling rain continued to cascade down his body. A repurposed, plastic, shopping bag protruded from one pocket of his pants, serving as a rain guard for his music player and head phones. As the boy looked around, wiping his soaked, blue hair out of his eyes, it having shifted significantly with his aerial acrobatics, Ethan could see that the interior of the old school seemed to be in just as dilapidated a condition as the exterior. What once were lush gardens surrounding the central building exhibited nothing but weeds, dead shrubs and general decay. The walkways were cracked and uprooted in places where the roots from nearby trees has swollen under them with time and not a single one of the ornate lamps that lined the garden paths was intact. The place was a mess to say the least.
Looking to Kit, Ethan could tell his little joke wasn’t going over well, his older brother was firmly entrenched in the land of self recrimination. The younger boy watched as Kit started towards the main building in silence and after a moment more to pick his path around the muddy puddles in the garden, followed suit, there was after all no need for him to ruin his own footwear. The door was open and Kit entered first, Ethan right on his heels and as soon as they were in the foyer, the blue haired boy maneuvered around his brother. While Kit fiddled with the lamp in the foyer, Ethan ventured further inside, using what little light filtered through the windows to guide himself and see what he could. The place was dismal, a complete disaster. The floors were warped and the boy could tell by the creeks as he shuffled carefully long, not far off from rotting through. Windows were broken with moss and mold growing around their sills and what little furniture remained was strune about and in conditions ranging from demolished to just plain broken.
At last a dim light glowed to life behind the younger boy and Ethan turned back to note that Kit had gotten the lamp working. Until that point Ethan hadn’t noticed the large wall set aside, adorned with the symbol of the school, it had only been a black void off to the side. Now however that the lamp was lit the boy could see what was off to that side. It took a few moments for him to recognize the symbol under the vandalism that been inflicted upon it but once he did and looked back to Kit, he knew something other then catty jokes was needed. They needed a plan, a new direction, a new hope, something to give his brooding older brother something to drive towards. Sauntering over to Kit who'd sunk to the floor next to the wall sporting the school's symbol, Ethan seated himself next to the blonde and slung an arm over his older brother’s shoulders, holding the other out, gesturing as he spoke.
“Not bad, some fresh paint, hammer and nails, I could have this place looking great in no time.” he cheerfully commented, hiding the fact that he knew if they were to try and take up residence, it would be weeks of hard work to even make the place livable. That didn’t stop him from doing what he could though to be the rock Kit seemed desperately in need of. “Hey bro, you any good at gardening?”
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Saito Kito
Gohan
Master of the Crane School
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
Posts: 455
Base: 133,919
Focus State: 267,838
Phoenix: 1,339,190
Zeni: 877
Items: Kemuri's Sword, Motorcycle, Gravity Chamber (100x), Simulator 2.0, Spacepod
Ally: Sonya - PL:55,998 Full Power: 111,996
Ally 2: Itan Farth - PL:55,998 x3:167,994
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Post by Saito Kito on Jun 30, 2014 22:18:18 GMT -5
Ethans jovial attitude was entirely unwelcomed. Not because it was the wrong thing to say, but because Kit took it as utter sarcasm. Of course Ethan had been sincere in his attempt to pull the brother from his nest of self pity, but the man was far deeper in it than a few kind words could help. The bitter defeat mixed with the chill of the room was enough to make Saito absolutely miserable. All of the weeks of traveling had amounted to nothing and now to top things off he had his brother being a smart ass. He couldn't have known that things were even worse than they appeared, but even if he hadn't why go so far as to mock him further!?
It certainly would have helped if Kit hadn't already been in a crumby state of mind, but the unintended comments of fixing the school up were the last wick on the candle from hell. Grabbing hold of Ethans hand rather hard and forcefully pushing it from behind his neck, he made it clear that physical contact was the last thing he needed. Kit wasn't exactly known for his temper. On the contrary he had always been someone who remained stoic and fair up until the very end. This however, felt like the end. The end of his journey, the end of his rope, and the end of their companionship to be sure.
He had let Ethan tag along and now he was regretting it. He should have had Ethan go back to the compound, or informed the police that he was a minor away from his parents. But instead he had let the boy follow him into the pit of failure. Pushing his rear against the wall and propelling himself quickly forward he felt the weights on his ankles pulling him back towards the ground. He would not faulter as easily as he had outside, not again, and certainly not in front of his brother who had already once challenged his ability to perform with them on.
"Enough Ethan! You have no right to be here and you have no right to speak to me with a backwards tongue!"
Ethan had the pleasure of living with a mother who spoke common English, yet Kit, his father, his direct brothers and sisters, and his mother all spoke in an almost riddle like proper English. It was enough to be noticeable especially when they were angry. Their metaphors became difficult to decipher, especially for people who didn't commonly retort in a similar manner. Shaking, and unsure if it was due to the cold or his own emotional folly, the brother turned to face his younger sibling, this time his face contorted with anger. This was a feeling that could only truly be understood by brothers. Because truly had someone else told Kit he was losing his edge he may have taken it as a joke, but a brother, and a younger less experienced brother at that. He needed to show him the mistake he had made.
"You think this is all a game? Then come and play Ethan. Come and see that this is no game, and that losing hurts."
Perhaps more direct with his metaphor this time, he rose his arms up into the classic stance of their father. His right elbow up and covering his face and his left bent upwards with a fist clenched. He could feel the heavy weights below him begging for release, but he couldn't bear to admit to his brother than he needed them off to fight him. Maybe he didn't! Ethan was more agile to begin with, what was hindering himself in speed a little more going to do. The wrist braces too tugged at his arms, wishing they would return to his sides. The weights wouldn't stop him from proving his worth and shutting his brother up. He would fight long enough to get one good hit in, and then stop.
...Its only Ethan...If I give him one good hit he should start bawling and quit...Wasn't that what he used to do?
Come to think of it Kit couldn't exactly remember how Ethan fought. With over a hundred students at the compound it was hard to keep track of them all, especially the ones more five years his junior. Normally when he was pitted against a younger sibling they quit after a good hit. Would Ethan do the same? Had he done the same before? Kit recalled fighting him before but...what had happened?
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Post by Ethan Snow on Jul 1, 2014 11:02:57 GMT -5
Ethan was a little surprised when, after his attempt to comfort his older brother, Kit grabbed his arms and roughly forced it away. The blonde seemed irritated beyond anything his younger brother had seen in him before. Kit’s whole demeanor had fluctuated far from his usual, detached stoicism to first shame and now anger. Anger wasn’t new to Ethan though, everyone got angry every now and then, but the blue haired boy had never seen his older brother angry, annoyed from time to time yes, but never openly angry. The teen watched as Kit hauled himself back to his feet, stepped away and faced him, issuing a loud if not somewhat confusing rebuttal. Ethan didn’t exactly know what Kit meant by ‘backwards tongue,’ but he was sure it wasn’t meant kindly. Then came the challenge, Kit barked at his younger brother, calling the boy out. The older blonde assumed a stance and it was at that moment that Ethan realized his brother was really serious, it wasn’t just a moment’s outburst, Kit really thought Ethan was in need of a pounding.
“Ok, you aren’t thinking strait.” the boy replied as he pulled the plastic bag containing his headphones and music player out of his pocket and placed them aside. “But if you want to let off some steam I’m game.” Ethan continued to reason out loud, hoping that Kit might realize himself that he wasn’t thinking clearly. Yes they were in one of the crappiest of crappy situations but things could still be worse. Ethan knew he was right about that, even if Kit was too consumed by his own failure to see that for once his younger brother was making perfect sense. Well if giving his older brother a bloody nose would knock that sense into him then he’d go right ahead and do just that.
Standing up but keeping his back against the wall, Ethan shrugged his shoulders a few times to loosen up and then brought his arms up into a posture to guard his head, forearms and palms turned in to face each other. The position he’d put himself in was pretty clear, with his back against the wall he wasn’t going to back away from Kit so if the blonde got in a good blow, he couldn’t get away before any more landed. On the flip side, it also meant Kit couldn’t try an out maneuver him, not that his older brother ever could, Ethan was always fast in that way. So with his back planted against the wall, arms up guarding his head, Ethan stared at his older brother from between his gloved hands, waiting for the blonde to make the first move.
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Saito Kito
Gohan
Master of the Crane School
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
Posts: 455
Base: 133,919
Focus State: 267,838
Phoenix: 1,339,190
Zeni: 877
Items: Kemuri's Sword, Motorcycle, Gravity Chamber (100x), Simulator 2.0, Spacepod
Ally: Sonya - PL:55,998 Full Power: 111,996
Ally 2: Itan Farth - PL:55,998 x3:167,994
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Post by Saito Kito on Jul 1, 2014 18:08:12 GMT -5
With his brother up and ready for combat Kit made the first move. Both legs hopped forward pulling him close enough to his brother for the first punch. It was unlikely to hit the blue haired boy seeing as he was considerably more agile, knew the attack was coming, and more importantly the weighted bracelet made his moves resemble that of a sloth. No matter how the boy dodged the fist would make contact with the wall that he had been pressed tightly against, instantly creating a hole the perfect size of Kit's fist. A crack emerged from the top of the hole and ran diagonally up the wall and onto the ceiling where it continued all the way to remaining floating candle. The chain holding it shook as the supportive ceiling gave way and released it causing the lantern to fall suddenly and crash against the ground. The two were now in the dark.
Kit's eyes had adjusted well to the light, so it would take a minute for him to adequately see in the now poorly lit room. To both their advantage however the weather had picked up and through the cracks in the walls and ceiling, blue light would shine through periodically. This was the lightning outside that seemed to have intensified with the rainstorm. Turning the direction that Ethan had gone, and removing his fist from the dry wall, Kit continued his assault, first with a knee, and then a counter swipe with his arm. It was dark and with only the occasional flash of light guiding him it was impossible to know if he was making contact with Ethan. Surely he was hitting things. The upturned furniture, the broken lanturns that still hung half heartedly from the ceiling, and possibly his brother.
It was impossible to tell, and the more his fist cut through the air the more he wondered if it was even worth it. Punching the wall had felt good, but punching Ethan would surely only make him feel worse. Logically Kit could have stopped, calmed down, and talked it out with his brother. Logical Saito could have brought some sense to the situation and thought out a plan. Kit however was not in a logical state. And unbenounced to him, he was glowing. It was a very light glow, probably unnoticeable to the naked eye. It did however provide a feint light in the darkness that allowed Ethan to see him, if not the other way around. This energy granted him double his strength and speed, which was still only just on par with Ethan who was unencumbered by weights.
His own failure had brought him to this state, a state he had only been in once before. One could say he had transformed into a brand new person, but other than the personality shift, and the noticeable change in physical aggression, the transformation appeared to be kit, just having a bad day.
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Post by Ethan Snow on Jul 12, 2014 20:41:49 GMT -5
Watching Kit over his gloved hands and keeping them high enough to afford the blonde a free shot bellow his elbows, Ethan was surprised that his older brother went for a shot up high. It was strange, Ethan was giving Kit a free gut shot, one that if Kit properly executed, could be devastating, instead his brother went for the head, at least it seemed that way to Ethan, a spot the blue haired boy has erected an near impenetrable defense around. On top of the confusing choice of targets, Kit had even less of a chance of even hitting Ethan because of the weights he was wearing. Their added mass slowed his movements noticeably and Ethan, being the faster of the two on any day, with or without weights, was easily able to outmaneuver his brother. Even though he'd flattened his back against the wall to afford Kit that free shot, his brother wasn't going to take it, so why should he refrain from dodging?
And so as Kit's fist came sluggishly careening at his head, Ethan dropped his hands bent at his left knee and tumbled to that side along the wall. Predictably Kit's fist crashed into the wall as Ethan was coming back to his feet to the side. What the teen didn't exactly expect was that Kit's punch might not necessarily have been intended for his head. Within moments he two were plunged into darkness as the sole lamp illuminating the dilapidated interior of the dojo crashed to the floor and was extinguished. Save for the intermittent flashes of lightning filtering in through the windows, the two could no longer see each other, well at least one couldn't. Continuing to duck and weave around his brother's clumsy movements, although they again may only have been clumsy from the added weight he was towing, Ethan maneuvered himself in a circle around Kit, not yet countering. While the flashes of lightning gave him enough information to know where Kit was and generally what he was doing, the blue haired boy didn't want to risk running in at the wrong moment and cough in the face by an elbow that he thought was simply an overextended punch.
His hesitation paid off as Kit poured more and more into his flailing attacks, Ethan now cartwheeling, leaping and performing any number of acrobatic fetes to stay just a step or two ahead of his brother, he observed a faint but definite glow around Kit's form. As more of the already wrecked fur furniture suffered from Kit's rage, the blue haired teen realized that the light Kit was giving off worked to his advantage. The boy waited for another punch, something wide enough to provide an opening and then darted in, his target made plainly visible, Ethan only hoped Kit couldn't likewise see him from the same light. Lunging forward and low, Ethan threw his right fist forward intending to burry it in Kit's solar plexus and then continue past. With any hope the punch will be debilitating enough to hinder Kit if not drop him to his knees outright, but if not, Ethan planned to be in the relatively safe position of behind his brother.
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Saito Kito
Gohan
Master of the Crane School
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
Posts: 455
Base: 133,919
Focus State: 267,838
Phoenix: 1,339,190
Zeni: 877
Items: Kemuri's Sword, Motorcycle, Gravity Chamber (100x), Simulator 2.0, Spacepod
Ally: Sonya - PL:55,998 Full Power: 111,996
Ally 2: Itan Farth - PL:55,998 x3:167,994
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Post by Saito Kito on Jul 13, 2014 23:08:31 GMT -5
As expected, the boy was fast, and the weights were in fact too much for him to handle. As his punches missed their target the realization that starting a fight with his brother might not of been a good idea never graced his thoughts. Kit's power was pushing at its maximum levels, which when considering his weighted body, put him on almost equal footing with Ethan. The problem was that Ethan was still too fast for him, and with his brother firing off wild strikes, it was unlikely that he would actually hit the boy. Not only was it unlikely that the boy would be hit, but it was more than possible that he would in fact deliver a few good strikes, the first of which landed squarely in the older brothers stomach. This attack, was Kit's first opportunity to actually hit his brother. Rather than throwing another pointless punch, he would attempt a grappling move that in combat at the compound would not be considered legal unless grappling had been pre-approved (and in official contest it never was). Latching his hands onto his younger brothers forearm prior to him pulling them back, he would try and spin to his right, using his force to throw the boy towards the upper right corner of the room.
Regardless of the success of this throw, the young adult still had to deal with his own injury. The moment Ethan had made contact Kit's face physically contorted in discomfort. He had not been hit that hard in a long time, especially with just an opponents fist. Ethan's strike resembled a well trained muai tai elbow or knee rather than a simple balled fist. Actually he could have been jabbed with the end of a polearm and Kit would have believed it. The boy's swift strike immediately left a visible bruise on the chiseled lower torso and forced Kit to stagger backwards after the throw. Grabbing his stomach with his right hand he had to consciously try not to fall to one knee. His legs shaking as he refocused on Ethan, wherever he was. Memories of their last fight were finally coming in, little by little. He was reminded of the kids first flaw, leaving his midsection unguarded. What ironic justice it was that in their fight now Kit was just overwhelmed enough to leave his midsection open for a thrashing.
His own fist began to glow as his stature returned to normal, his shoulders receding, and arms rising back up to the occasion. A single hit had never once ended a fight for Kit, and now would not be any different. However as he calmed himself the realization of what had happened would finally come to him. He had not thrown Ethan. The weight he had felt had simply been his own arms flailing to the right as he staggered. Still getting used to the unbearable weight pulling on his arms, and caught up emotionally in what he was doing, the boy had punched and quickly manuevered behind Kit, only to stand behind him as the older brothers confusion subsided.
"..."
His breathing had returned to normal, and it sounded as though the older brother wanted to speak, but he had nothing that he could say. He had needed that strike to gather his senses, but what would he do now. Was he going to continue the conflict with Ethan, or do the responsible thing and think out a plan for their next option. That would depend on how long Ethan gave him to think. If the boy took this moment of contemplation for what it was, Kit would slowly come down from his aggression. Ethan, however, had no indication that Kit was done other than the fact that he was no longer lashing out like a feral animal. If he put his defenses down for even a moment Kit could capitalize on it and make a move.
His fist too was still glowing, a fact that was lost on Kit entirely.
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Post by Ethan Snow on Jul 17, 2014 18:04:37 GMT -5
As Ethan moved like lightning, he felt his fist slam into Kit, the blonde's abdominals give and then the hiss of exhaled breath. The blue haired boy didn't stay to watch if Kit would indeed double over from the punch, he remained in motion, slipping past Kit's side, his punching arm trailing behind as pulled it from his brother's midsection. Ethan put a few paces between himself and Kit before turning back, hearing as he did so, the shuffling of Kit's movements. When he did turn back, Kit was still alight and also alarmingly so was his fist. His posture was off though, giving the teen the impression that he did indeed do a bit of damage. Figuring he could probably take Kit down bodily and then once there, try and talk some more sense to him, Ethan turned fully to face his brother. It was evident by the ghostly glow and it's shape that Kit was not facing him, the one hand that seemed to hold more of the glow was to Ethan's right, meaning it was most likely Kit's right and that he was facing away, the blonde did after all favor his right. That in mind, Ethan hatched his next tactic and went into motion.
Bolting forward once more, Ethan padded across the distance between his brother and he and leapt up. His goal was simple, wrap his right arm around Kit's neck to put on a choke and use his left to hammer a shot into the blonde's kidney. It would likely hurt like hell and hopefully drop Kit to the floor with Ethan riding atop his brother all the way down. So as Ethan sailed into his older brother, his chest crashing into Kit's back, Ethan pulled his right arm in tight to ensnare Kit's neck and cut off his air supply as well as provide an anchor point to hold himself off the ground so that his momentum and lack of support might assist in taking his brother down. His left pulled back, fist balled and ready and then shot forward with what Ethan hoped would be sufficient force so as to help drop Kit to the floor. In the back of his mind there was the concern of Kit actually weathering the attack and getting his hands on him, the blue haired teen did not know what that glow really was but considering Kit had collected it around his fist, he could only assume to be hit by it might spell the end of their little fight for him.
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Saito Kito
Gohan
Master of the Crane School
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
Posts: 455
Base: 133,919
Focus State: 267,838
Phoenix: 1,339,190
Zeni: 877
Items: Kemuri's Sword, Motorcycle, Gravity Chamber (100x), Simulator 2.0, Spacepod
Ally: Sonya - PL:55,998 Full Power: 111,996
Ally 2: Itan Farth - PL:55,998 x3:167,994
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Post by Saito Kito on Jul 19, 2014 11:53:39 GMT -5
(For those reading on the following was discussed with Ethan ahead of time. So the next attack does make contact.)
The fight had come down to this. Grappling with his brother as if they were play fighting as brothers. The choke hold was a rarely used tactic in actual battle but here it was proving damn effective. Ethan's forearm wrapped around Kit's neck causing his face to swell with red. The kid's grip was stronger than anything he could have expected, and now with such a massive attack loaded in the palm of his hand he couldn't even reach back to pull him off. His left hand gripped the boy's wrist and pulled in order to lighten the stress on his neck. God forbid he pass out and not only lose the fight but any respect Ethan ever had for him. Maybe he had already lost that respect. Its not every day that your older brother goes berserk and tries to kill you, but was he really trying to kill Ethan?
The time for asking these questions had passed as Kit let out a gurgling sort of gag noise in response to the choking. Gripping Ethan's wrist even tighter he determined the only way to get the boy was to use his superior size. Being a little taller than Ethan, Kit bent down from his knee's and then picked himself back up, essentially lifting Ethan into the air and off of his feet. From this position he would have thrown the boy, but his power was not so overwhelming to Ethan that he could just throw him like a rag doll. He would have to make sacrifices in order to hurt his younger brother, and so Kit decided to roll forward. This meant that both would end up upside down on the creaking wooden floor. His flip was successful enough, though debilitating to Kit as well (His head had hit the wood in the roll, a necessary double edged technique in order to get his brother off of him). From the ground it appeared his only chance to land a strike on Ethan had occurred. With blood now running down the base of his brow and off the left side of his face, Kit raised up his right hand, which was now swirling with a teal and yellow Kit. He had rolled onto his stomach on top of the boy following the execution of the roll.
"This is over!"
He yelled, another crack of lighting piercing the sky and bringing about a roar of thunder so loud it almost made Kit's finishing statement unheard. Either way the battle would end, but not in the way Kit or Ethan had expected. Kit threw his fist down as hard as he could, straight into the boys stomach. Suddenly, Kit wasn't sure if he had hit Ethan, or the wooden boards of the floor, as he heard a loud crack that didn't sound like bone. Then a light shake of the room. Looking down at Ethan now suddenly very confused, he had no time to inquire if the boy was ok, if he had actually hit him, or what had happened, as the entire room began to fall a part on them from the bottom of the wooden floor. The two fell through almost too quickly to comprehend as the floorboards cracked and opened up to reveal that someone the school had been built over a large hole.
Ethan had been the first to fall due to his position on the floor, and from there Kit wasn't sure what had happened to him. His body fell into the darkness, and Kit too began to fall. Reaching up to avoid falling to his death he found that his arms were too weak to reach the floor in time, his weights had again struck him down. It was a damn shame too, because much like the rest of his journey up until this point, Kit had no idea where he was going. The body fell, first hitting his back on a stray rock wall and then again scratching himself down the side of what felt like a rough canyon edge. Finally he hit the ground, his chest making contact first. This was lucky as any other appendage might have broken in the fall. Now kit only had a sore chest to deal with, and of course his now bloodied arm from the wall he had been next to when he fell. Where was he? And where was Ethan? He looked around but couldn't even hear his brothers breathing. They had fallen, but not to the same place.
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Post by Ethan Snow on Jul 19, 2014 22:05:36 GMT -5
The attack seemed to be going swimmingly as Ethan successfully managed to get his arm around Kit's neck and applied enough pressure to his throat to cut off his air supply. However things started to go wrong almost as quickly as they had gone right. Ethan was just pulling his other arm back to hammer a punch into his blonde brother's kidney when Kit grabbed onto the arm around his neck and lurked forward. Ethan didn't know if Kit was trying to pull his arm clean off or what but it certainly felt that way. In either case, the blue haired boy was already off the ground and helpless to stop what Kit had set in motion. The two rolled forward, Kit's head crashing into the floor as he hefted the smaller boy up and over, throwing him clear over his shoulders.
Dropping to the creaking floor, Ethan found himself disoriented for a moment following the tumble, nearly loosing his grip on the way down and then completely loosing it as Kit's toss landed him flat on his back. The blue haired boy's arms flopped out to the sides as he let out a gasp from the impact with the structurally deficient flooring. However before the teen could get the composure back to spring to his feet, Kit, who'd also ended up on the floor rolled up on top of him, pinning the boy and then proceeded to slug him strait in the stomach with that illuminated fist Ethan had just moment's before reasoned would wreck his day. Wreck it the punch did, Kit's fist blasted into the boy's midsection, bypassing the teen's semi-tensed abdominals and plunged easily into his vulnerable guts.
"Uff.... Oooouuuugh!" Ethan's initial gasp from the fall was only a moment later followed by a loud, forced exhalation. His whole body shuddered from the fist intruding so deeply into his organs and in that instant the blue haired boy felt his strength simply evaporate. His eyes lost focus, as he laid there under his older brother, defeated like he'd been only by Kit. His older brother seemed to have a knack for throwing debilitating body blows and Ethan was not ashamed to admit the few fights he'd lost had been because of these very shots and this very brother. It wasn't something to be ashamed of however, in fact Ethan was proud of it, he'd taken licking from Kit and come right back for more ever since he was only ten, it was almost a badge of honor every time it happened, which recently was not to often.
Ethan laid there, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, mouth wide open, waiting for a breath to fill his lungs. He wasn't as aware of his surroundings as Kit was anymore, his whole world consisting for the moment of the painful, throbbing ache washing through his abdomen, the desperate need to breath and a blurry, soundless image of his older brother still on top of him with his arms extending out of his field of vision and into his stomach. It may have only been for an instant, or maybe several seconds, Ethan didn't know, but from his perspective the scene was stuck like that for an eternity. The anguishing moment only ended when the blue haired boy suddenly felt the support of the floor beneath him give way and then there was blackness.
Ethan tumbled, his limbs still lifeless from the debilitating punch he'd taken, falling through the inky blackness of the cavern hidden beneath the school. The boy wasn't sure exactly how far he had fallen or was going to continue to fall, in truth he didn't have time to really comprehend it. While the moment of his defeat seemed to last an eternity to the boy, the tumble through the darkness was over in a flash. Ethan's arms and legs had apparently smashed against the walls and who knows what else on the way down as when reality finally returned to a perceptible speed and clarity, he was laying once more on his back, his head not throbbing to match his stomach and the sting of several cuts now burning freshly into his consciousness. His left foot and knee also felt as if they had been run over by a truck, leading the boy to believe his landing had been on his left leg, after which point he'd collapsed onto his back. The boy didn't move, at least not yet, only let out a pained groan, something Kit would hopefully hear and use to come to his aid, as for the moment, Ethan had no idea where he was nor if he could even move.
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Saito Kito
Gohan
Master of the Crane School
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
Posts: 455
Base: 133,919
Focus State: 267,838
Phoenix: 1,339,190
Zeni: 877
Items: Kemuri's Sword, Motorcycle, Gravity Chamber (100x), Simulator 2.0, Spacepod
Ally: Sonya - PL:55,998 Full Power: 111,996
Ally 2: Itan Farth - PL:55,998 x3:167,994
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Post by Saito Kito on Jul 19, 2014 23:08:10 GMT -5
His steps echoed throughout the large cave. As his night vision slowly began to set in Kit began to notice the walls around him were more smooth than they had been on the fall down. His hands ran over the marble tiling and it became very clear to him that he was in a man made structure. Perhaps the school had created this place for contemplation, or training. The purpose of such a deep hole in the earth was unknown to him, and the fact that he and Ethan had been separated from such a fall was definitely mind boggling. They should have landed nearby each other. This meant likely that there was more than one room to this cave, and Ethan was simply on the other side of a wall that Kit had no hope of seeing. All the rage he had felt for his brother was gone as the older sibling quickly struggled to see, running his hand over the wall to try and guide him. If he could find the corner of the room he could at least turn around and look for a door.
What he found was even better. His fingers smashed into a metal cage of sorts, something he had not been expecting. Pulling back his hand and putting his index finger in his mouth to sooth the pain of squishing his finger between the metal object, he explored it further with his other hand. This felt like...A wall lanturn. If that was the case, a set of matches would be within the bottom of the metal cage, and accessible through a small door. Feeling around the lanterns flat bottom surface it wasn't long before a tiny latch was brushed by his probing fingers. Kit wasted no time in turning the latch, unfortunately he did so too quickly and ended up releasing the matches onto the ground. He could here the small taps and even felt a few hit his foot on the way down. Letting out an annoyed exhale and rolling his eyes, the man got back down on his knee's to search for the matches, and finally found one just a few inches from where he had been standing. He rose again, placing the match below the lantern and quickly striking it. The small flame illuminated a good space around him concluding that his theory had been correct, it was a man made structure. The marble walls appeared to be a corridor. He wasted no time fiddling with the lantern to get it open, and then placing a the match on the wick within. It was a very small candle made of an old wax. The candle lit almost instantly, sparking several times as the web and dust around it burned. Now the room was more appropriately lit, though still too dim for Kit's liking. The other lanterns in the room had candles as well, but none were very tall. Clearly someone had run them dry, and this was the only one that Kit could carry without burning himself.
He was in a hallway, and there were many doors around him. As best Kit could surmise this explained the lack of living quarters in the actual dojo. The men likely had slept down here, and very possibly meditated as well. He walked several feet and attempted to open the first door. It was jammed well, but made of a flimsy wood that broke off when Kit applied pressure. Inside however was nothing useful. A bed made of stone but covered in a straw like material, and a quilt. He determined that most of the rooms down this direction would have the same thing and wondered if perhaps Ethan had landed inside one of them. Perhaps he had been wrong all together and Ethan had not fallen like Kit had. The boy had been so fast it was possible he had rolled out of the way. But Saito could have swore he hit him. Either way it didn't matter now. He was going to explore this area fully, and if Ethan was down here he would surely find him eventually. The sound of dripping caught the elder brothers ears and drew him to the end of the hallway a few feet away. There was not an actual door, but rather an assortment of beads hanging from the stone doorway. The closer he got to the entryway the louder the dripping got, and by the time he was there it was a much larger sound of rushing water.
"Ethan?"
He yelled out through the doorway, pushing the beads out of the way and entering the room. He only had a moment to glance at the majestic view. A small fall of water was coming from a slit in the cave, and falling over a podium in the center of the room. He was going to inquire further, but the candle he was holding finally began to drip wax on his unprotected hand. The burn was quick and cause Kit to drop the candle onto the cold wet floor of the cave, putting it out and leaving him completely blind. Kit cursed into the air, knowing he was unlikely to find another working candle, yet before his eyes there was a glow. From the podium he had been observing there was a bright light, a blue glow, coming from a perfectly spherical stone. Kit wasn't sure why it was glowing. It could have been a light bulb, or even the effects of sunlight pouring into the room from a stray hole in the ceiling, but for whatever reason the rock was shining, and the closer Saito got to it, the brighter it appeared to be. His hand reached out, intent on grabbing the light source and using it to find his brother in the caverns. His hand went under the flow of water, which brought relief to Kit. He had forgotten how badly his right hand had felt after charging the attack he would later identify with Ki. The water was refreshing to the irritated skin, but would only be applied for a few seconds. The moment the second son of Masamune touched the round glowing object, the light became greater than Kit could bare to look at. His eyes closing instantly in a blinding light as the stone seemed to speak. A near godly voice booming out throughout the room.
"SOLAR FLARE"
The attack had been unbelievably fast, and had literally blinded the poor man temporarily. Dropping to his knee's and letting the water fall over his long blond hair, Kit quickly found himself panting loudly and yelling at the podium.
"What the hell was that!? Who is here"
His question would be answered, and though his vision now blurry, he could still make out the shape of a short man now standing where the stone had been. The man couldn't have been more than four feet tall, and the teal glow of his body made it impossible to make out any actual features. His voice was now softer than it had been before, a wise mysticism capturing Kit's thoughts and focus. It spoke clearly.
"I knew you would come one day. Child of Masamune. They said I was crazy, but I always knew you would come"
Kit wanted to ask questions, yet someone in the presence of the specter he found himself speechless, only able to listen to his words.
"I am the master of this school, the elder crane Katsuyori Jin, and I have been resting here for nearly twenty years waiting for you to arrive"
The spirit paused and raised both hands to his chest, clasping them together and releasing a bright energy throughout the room. This time, rather than blinding kit, it illuminated the empty lanters, filling them with a teal fire that brightened the room. As Kit was finally able to see, he rose to his feet, listening to the master now at eye level as he was standing on the rock podium.
"Our school is destined for greatness. You will lead this school to that greatness. Rebuild, restore. Learn the ancient ways of the Crane. Find the secrets of the mighty Shinhan and return my clan to former glory. I instill my faith in you Saito Kito. Bring about the dawn of a new age. Return the days of honor to the School of the mighty Crane."
Another flash of light, this one less aggressive than the one before it, filled the room, and Saito felt the teal energy enter him. The man standing before him vanished, and the now ball of spiritual energy flew at him, striking him in the chest and sending him colliding with the wall on the other end of the room. The master had instilled his final energy into Kit, and the man could feel it. His Ki was now circulating through his body, and a small teal aura grew around kit. It was more evident than the transluecent Ki Kit had shown before, making it clearly more visible to even those unaware of Ki. The master had little energy to actually offer Kit, but what little he had felt incredible as it entered the man's body and joined with his own. It had enough of an impact to change the very color of his aura to teal.
Sitting for a moment against the wall, wondering if he could even move, Kit found himself staring at the stone, which was no longer glowing, but instead sat carefully pirched on the top of the pedistal, a small crack evident in the center. Saito wondered if what had just happened was real. Was he dreaming? How did the spirit know his name. He regretted not asking questions, but the message was very clear. He had to learn more about the crane school, and if the spirit was correct, he was going to revitalize it with Ethan, and make it even grander than it had been before.
Slowly standing up, a new power surging through his body, almost bringing him back to full from his fight with Ethan not twenty minutes ago. The lights in the hallway had created a path, one leading to a now open door where Ethan lay on his back, his body located in the center of the room with a bed directly behind him made out of that same stone and straw material. Kit knelt down and picked up his brother, holding his shoulders in one hand, and the crease of his legs at the knee with his other. It appeared as though he had passed out from the fall, but he was breathing. Kit saw the markings of a bruise forming on his stomach and noted what bad shape it appeared to be in. What little peach fuzz had been on the teens abdomin was now cleanly burned off. That had been Kit's doing. What Kit didn't know was that the release of light had not only lit the candles, but instilled Ethan with a little energy as well. Just enough to help mend the bones in his impacted leg. When Ethan's energy returned he would find himself relatively uninjured, besides a few cuts and bruises from his fight with Kit.
"I'm sorry Ethan. I shouldn't have lost my temper. None of this is your fault."
Still holding his younger brother, he turned and sat on the small bed. He held his brother tightly, both shaking slightly from the bitter cold of the cavern. Suddenly he felt responsible. For the first time since Ethan had arrived in central city Kit felt a sense of responsibility and kinship to the boy. It was his duty to protect the blue haired teen, and train him. It was his responsibility to ensure that his temper never got out of hand again, and that the boy grew and even surpassed his older brother. It was his job to be the structure, role model, character, and justice that the young boy needed. Masamune had been a terrible father. His arrogance and egotism had left them ignorant to the world, but now they had a second chance, and Kit would not allow Ethan or himself to sqander it.
"We are going to rebuild this school Ethan. We are going to make it better than it ever was. We are going to be better than we ever were. We won't follow in dads footsteps, we will supercede them. Our mark on this planet will be even greater than his. We will succeed where he failed. We will grow where he fell short. We will survive to understand true greatness."
Lifting his brother up once more, Kit felt new purpose swelling in his stomach. He knew now that all of his choices had not been a mistake, but a test of his character and will. He had found his purpose, and as he walked his brother out of the cold room, he found that now more than ever he was willing to do whatever it took to become even stronger than before. The hallway led to a set of spiral stairs that went all the way up to the wooden floor. A trap door had been put in underneath the cupboard to allow the men access to their living quarters. This was how Kit would access the cave in the future. He would use it for meditation, and to house students. First however they would have to rebuild, and before that they would have to sleep for the night. (FIN, PL and weights)
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Post by Ethan Snow on Jul 20, 2014 21:45:47 GMT -5
As Ethan lay in the cold darkness many things floated through his mind, first and foremost was his very likely broken leg as if Kit did not somehow find him, he would be stuck right where he was. The dreaded thought of lingering for days if not weeks in the lonely, chilled blackness of the cave, slowly wasting away from dehydration without even the company of his music player, did not appeal at all to the teen. Accompanying that was the dread that Kit too was similarly injured or worse, already dead, perhaps from a fall even further then the one Ethan had taken. The horrible possibilities of being stuck for the rest of what could potentially be a very miserable life, alone, in the dark with not a soul on Earth knowing where he was, his mother worried sick and never knowing what had happened to him. It all blended into a nightmarish tapestry of horror fit for the likes of some of the tamer writings from Lovecraft. The menace of such very real possibilities was maddening as Ethan spent several, silent minutes in his state of physical and mental anguish. He refused to cry though, to make any sound that could be construed as an admission of his terror, he had to be a man about this, he would cry later, much later, but only if and when he was sure he was doomed, then and only then, when he was sure no one would ever know.
Then out of the blue, quite literally, a burst of near blinding light cracked through the chamber he was laying in, affording Ethan only the briefest of glimpses of his surroundings. All the bow was able to see was the stone above him and what appeared to the broken remains of a ventilation shaft, evidently what he'd fallen down and the likely reason why kit was not with him, they had fallen into separate shafts. Unfortunately this did not help the boy in any meaningful fashion. While Ethan now understood how he came to be in the cavern and that the shaft, by way of the shattered wooden louver that had once covered it, meant that the place was likely man made, it still afforded no hope of rescue, not unless Kit had survived his fall unscathed and managed to find him.
At once though there was a hope, a tiny, shining glimmer of hope, a voice, someone had yelled, likely in response to the very same flash of light that had pervaded into even this chamber. Ethan remained still, daring not to move a muscle as he listened for more and was rewarded with still more faint voices. although they were too quite for the boy to make out anything being said, one was clearly Kit's, Ethan would recognize that distinct baritone anywhere. The voices continued for a minute, maybe two, Ethan couldn't tell exactly, he was still having trouble keeping fix on the here and now. Than as he continued to lay there unmoving for fear of missing a single blessed syllable, another flash of light exploded into the room, this one having an actual form, one that arced over and smashed, if the word could even be applied, into the young man's upper stomach, striking that place of all energy generation, the solar plexus. Ethan was stunned, though not by the impact, but rather first that it had happened at all, he wondered what the heck it was Kit was doing. Second, the fact that his leg was now tingling as if ants were crawling all throughout the limb. Ethan didn't know it but what had been a broken ankle and very nearly so kneecap, were now healing at an incredibly rapid rate. The regeneration took it's toll though and Ethan only got yet again a brief look at his surroundings before passing out from the drain on the rest of his body. The bolt of ethereal lighting which had struck him had also managed to ignite several lamps, two of which were mounted in sconces on the walls of the chamber in which he laid. The room's ceiling was of plain, carved stone and the boy once more spotted the louver through which he fell, unknowing if he had been the one to break it or if it had been in that condition before his fall. Next the boy noted the walls, tiled by the looks of it. There was something else in the room, low and flat, but by the time Ethan managed to loll his head to the side to look, his eyes were already falling shut and in another moment, he was swallowed by the sensationless abyss of unconsciousness.
The blue haired boy was jarred back to the waking world minutes later, who really knew anymore, by the sound of his older brother's voice. He could feel the warmth of Kit's arm under his shoulders and likewise under his legs, he was being carried. Kit was saying something about things not being the boy's fault, Ethan could have told him that. Finally the boy managed to open his eyes and gazed up at his brother, a tired smile cracking across his features. Kit was going on about how they were rebuild this school and become greater then even that ancient loony-toon they'd left behind. It was refreshing to finally hear Kit talking the way Ethan had always thought and the boy's smile became ever brighter.
"Mmmm.... Good to hear big bro..." Ethan replied at last, his head still a bit unclear from his fall but his leg miraculously feeling worlds better. "My original questions still stands; You any good at gardening?"
{Thread complete. I'd like the moneyz please.}
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Post by graderr on Jul 21, 2014 22:07:25 GMT -5
Kit: 5,042 pl awarded Ethan: 1,579 zeni awawrded
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