Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Sept 13, 2014 13:45:57 GMT -5
The pain that ripped through his body had dulled to the point that Kurosanai could actually function. The blood that had been projecting from his mouth finally ceased and once he had wiped away the dried blood he emerged from the bathroom. The ship had jarred to life not but a few moments earlier which nearly caused Kuro to fall face forward and crack his skull on the ship’s toilet. As he emerged he quickly ducked out of sight and began wandering around. The coat of the Cardinal still in his hand from earlier the prodigy of the Muzai took in the extravagant sight that one of the leaders of the Universal Church of One called their own. It was massive in comparison to that of Conri’s prize from the Galactic Tournament. It had every feature from a traditional bedroom, to several bathrooms, a defense array, shields, a training room, a small workshop and then even a room with several healing pods located within. This was the room he had been looking for the entire time.
Gingerly Kuro made his way over to the healing pods. Normally he wouldn’t doubt that this room would be fully staffed but due to the situation it was barren of any life. Gently he dropped the Cardinal’s coat on the ground, then came his own jacket. It was a shame it had actually been a gift from his father when he had turned sixteen. He had told him that the jacket was modeled after one that a famous saiyan swordsman used to wear wherever he went. It had been one of the few things that the boy kept on him at all times, and to see it now in its tattered condition almost broke his heart. As it crumpled to the ground he took a sigh of frustration. This entire trip had been not going anywhere close to what Promtheus Zex had no doubt envisioned. In search of the missing group his own had stumbled into war with an entire church that the prodigy of the Muzai could barely fathom the size of. In that process Kurosanai was forced to commit the worst act one could do in this existence, to take the life of another. It far from a clean kill either instead he was forced to take the life in one of the most gruesome ways that he knew of. Immediately as he thought of the action the images began to flood back into his mind which he shook violently from his mind.
Slipping his boots off using his feet his began to unwrapped the bandages that adorned his torso. The sections that had been covering his forearms was long gone as it had been burned off as he used his new found power of pyro kinesis, sections along his ribs and stomach had been slashed away by the blade of the Cardinal. Spreading out from either slash was a dark red coloring of dried blood making Kuro appear to be in much worse shape than actually was. Each movement as deliberate in an effort to try to mitigate the pain even a little bit. Once the bandages had been removed he stared down at his near naked body. Two crescent moons were tattooed on his palms, strange markings were scrolled across his forearms and then sprawled across both sides of his rib cage was a wall of text. Shame filled the mind of the prodigy as he looked down at the markings. It had been a crime to obtain this information and then to be betrayed by one’s own family made it even worse. Ever since that day he had worn the bandages in an effort to cover the shame that he had brought upon his family but it did not matter as his image had been tainted by many within the clan. The looks that he would receive from time to time were scathing and often times threatened to burn a hole straight through his soul. Perhaps one day he would have the strength to show them to the world but until that day came they would remain hidden to prying eyes. Quickly he removed his pants which still had his weights located in them and stepped forward. A few pushed buttons and he would enter in, place the breathing mask over his face and relaxed. The pod door shut behind him and slowly the water began to rise as the medicine within the mask took effect. Within seconds the prodigy of the Muzai was unconscious and the pod began to do its job.
At first he dreamt of nothing but as time seemed to slow down he found himself in a white void world. It was deform of any feature yet Kurosanai could feel himself standing on some kind of surface. His eyes slowly drifted from one side to another trying to make out any kind of feature yet there was nothing, not a single soul was there outside of Kuro. ‘Perhaps this was punishment for the actions that he had taken earlier in the day.’ He thought to himself.
“It is not that,” A voice boomed through the white void. Kuro turned on his heel in an effort to find where the voice came from but as he looked there was nothing. “I am only seen when someone is both powerful enough to see me when I want to be.” The voice continued. As he turned his eyes were able to pick up a man that was beginning to form about four feet in front of him. He wore simple clothing, a pair of cloth pants and a vest. His head was buzzed short and the aura he gave off was one like many had never felt before. This was the founder of the modern Muzai, Fujin Muzai.
“What do you want?” Kurosanai asked in a strange combination of tones between a defeated one and an annoyed one. “I thought I wasn’t going to see you again anytime soon. That is what you said after all.”
“That is not what I meant though. I would not be able to see you when your mind was in a wakened state. It would carry too much of a burden on your body. While you sleep it is much easier to communicate as your natural guards are down.” Fujin responded coldly.
“Whatever. Frankly I don’t want to talk to you again. The condition that you left my body in after you took control was excruciating. I could barely walk and I began to vomit blood.”
“That is an unfortunate side effect to that little trick. While the host may welcome my soul into their body for a short period of time for me to take control it is far from a natural process. It naturally burns at the host’s body because of two souls possessing it. I have figured that out of the hard way over the centuries with numerous others before you. Feel lucky the first couple were left in near vegetable states due to me staying in their bodies for far too long.”
“Oh joy. Now I feel much safer knowing that you had taken control,” Kurosanai responded in a sarcastic tone. He was tired and at this point just wanted to be left alone.
“It was a wasted opportunity. But I did not come here to lecture you on the process or deal with your sarcasm. So listen up boy,” Fujin commanded. He spoke in a way that demanded respect and gave off the impression that if it was not given that it was going to be a bad decision. “I have come to give you knowledge and expand your abilities.”
“I don’t want it. All I want to do is to get this fight over and done with so that I can go home.” Kurosanai responded as he turned his back on his ancestor.
“You don’t want it? Then perhaps you would prefer if you experienced this every time you are sleeping.” Fujin said before the white void shifted. The room grew dark and cold as the two were suddenly surrounded by rock. It took a moment before Kurosanai was able to tell that it was the caves from Belegost. He continued to turn until suddenly his hands were drawn in front of him as flames suddenly leapt forth. The heat from the flames was near unbearable but what came next sent Kuro nearly into the throws of madness. A scream of agony ripped through the air. It was the most horrendously pained scream he had ever heard in his short life. Kurosanai knew what the cause of it without even looking was. He knew that Arpatiko burned on the other end of the massive jet of fire that was leaping forth. The scream continued to echo through his mind as the smell of the burning flesh began to fill his nostrils. The metal from the Kinigo’s armor was melting into the tender flesh that it had encased.
“ENOUGH!” Kurosanai screamed in pain as the sudden scene dropped away in a flash. Immediately Kuro sank to his knees as sheer madness dart across his eyes. He could not stop the images as they flowed through.
“With my knowledge you have more options to try to prevent that from ever happening again.” Fujin stated from behind the prodigy of the Muzai. “Accept the knowledge that I have and that I can grant onto you. I am able to amplify your abilities that are already within you.”
Teetering on madness the prodigy of the Muzai sat as he heard the scream echoing everywhere around him. The sight of his mangled and charred body peeking from beneath the rubble was seared into his mind. It was not until the hand of Fujin descended on his should that everything stopped abruptly. His very presence was so calming that it silenced all other thoughts.
“I have dealt with scenes like that before. I have teetered on the brink of chaos and madness. So trust me when I say I can give you more options to prevent it,” Fujin said in a tone that almost sounded fatherly for a moment.
“What caused your madness?” Kuro asked without moving an inch.
“It was the very moment when the majority of my abilities were stripped from me and our family was cursed. It was in the moment that Earth needed a new ruler and I was stripped of that opportunity to protect it. It was the moment that the android Vector first appeared.” Fujin stated. Kurosanai could hear the pain and anger in his voice. Whatever he was seeing in his mind right now it was as if he was living out that very moment again. He wasn’t lying and really had no reason to lie.
“Very well. Give me the knowledge.” Kuro said as he slowly got to his feet. As he turned his ancestor was still caught with a faraway look in his eyes. It took a mere flash before he became more in tune with what was going on around him.
“I will gift onto you two amplifications of abilities that you already possess. The first I know of directly which is the fighting style that I left to you and the rest of the Muzai. Prior to the disappearance of worthy candidates for the Aoiro no Tsuisata no one has made it beyond the level you are at in several generations. The knowledge to take the step to the next level was lost to the family after a fire and thus greatly weakened the clan. I am now the only being that can communicate to you as to how to make the next step in your fighting style.” Fujin said with an air of pride. It was somewhat amusing to see that even he could succumb to pride.
“Okay that is pretty self-explanatory but what is the second ability you are going to enhance?” Kuro asked.
“The other ability I am going to enhance is one that you are probably not even away you have at the current moment. Prior to leaving the Omega Collective you ever notice a slight cloud of what looks like your breath in cold air in front of your face?”
“Yeah?”
“That is an ability that dwells within you. I have seen it before used by a few different mages. It is called Jotun’s Breath. What I am going to allow you to do is use a different version of the ability that I have seen before. It was called Jotun’s Grasp. The user channels the same energy that normally dwells within the lungs, down their arm to their hands. After that whatever they touch they can instantly freeze because their hands sit at absolute zero. It can be a devastating technique but cannot be sustained for any period of time.”
“How do you even know I have that ability?”
“Because when I was within your body I was able to see what you truly have for an arsenal of attacks. It is actually amusing how much potential you have now unlike your other clansmen.” Fujin chuckled.
“Okay…how am I going to learn these moves anyways?” Kurosanai asked trying to shake off the feeling that his entire mind had been probed by his ancestor.
“By doing this.” Fujin stepped forward and placed two fingers on Kuro’s forehead. Instantly there was a bright light that encased both of them as the prodigy of the Muzai had images of events and techniques he had never seen before pass into his mind. As the light dimmed Kuro’s eyes were greeted by the sight of nothing once again. He was by himself as Fujin had disappeared back to wherever he had come from. Kurosanai could not help but feel the energy of the techniques that Fujin had passed onto the boy channeling through his body. This was not natural learning, rather it was passing on knowledge directly from another’s mind. However it was done, unnaturally no doubt, it mattered little. If it meant that Kurosanai would not have to witness events like the death of Arpatiko that was all that mattered.
He was left standing alone in the white void for what felt like a few hours. Though in time he faded from this realm just as Fujin had. The only difference was that he was left to emerge into sweet dreams. These were one final unknown parting gift from the founder of the modern Muzai.
(PL + Techniques)
Jotun’s Grasp: The user channels the energy from Jotun’s Breath located in their lungs down their arms into their hands. Once there the energy turns the surface temperature of their hands into that of absolute zero without physical harm to themselves. This ability can’t be sustained or charged. If an opponent is left in the grasp of this technique their body quickly begins to freeze solid while only a glancing blow creates an effect more along the lines of frostbite in the affected areas. The power of this technique follows the normal rules of the combat system. This move cannot be used on the same turn as Jotun's breath.
Yawarakai Fighting Style (Muzai Clan Affiliation Only)
a.k.a Soft Fist (Tier Two):
Expert: With improved knowledge of the 'Soft Fist' fighting style the user is able to become much more effective in combat. After prolonged exposure to successful strikes the victim begins to display physical signs such as loss of mobility in that body area and more difficulty using ki. (Cannot be learned until all body knowledge areas are known.)
Gingerly Kuro made his way over to the healing pods. Normally he wouldn’t doubt that this room would be fully staffed but due to the situation it was barren of any life. Gently he dropped the Cardinal’s coat on the ground, then came his own jacket. It was a shame it had actually been a gift from his father when he had turned sixteen. He had told him that the jacket was modeled after one that a famous saiyan swordsman used to wear wherever he went. It had been one of the few things that the boy kept on him at all times, and to see it now in its tattered condition almost broke his heart. As it crumpled to the ground he took a sigh of frustration. This entire trip had been not going anywhere close to what Promtheus Zex had no doubt envisioned. In search of the missing group his own had stumbled into war with an entire church that the prodigy of the Muzai could barely fathom the size of. In that process Kurosanai was forced to commit the worst act one could do in this existence, to take the life of another. It far from a clean kill either instead he was forced to take the life in one of the most gruesome ways that he knew of. Immediately as he thought of the action the images began to flood back into his mind which he shook violently from his mind.
Slipping his boots off using his feet his began to unwrapped the bandages that adorned his torso. The sections that had been covering his forearms was long gone as it had been burned off as he used his new found power of pyro kinesis, sections along his ribs and stomach had been slashed away by the blade of the Cardinal. Spreading out from either slash was a dark red coloring of dried blood making Kuro appear to be in much worse shape than actually was. Each movement as deliberate in an effort to try to mitigate the pain even a little bit. Once the bandages had been removed he stared down at his near naked body. Two crescent moons were tattooed on his palms, strange markings were scrolled across his forearms and then sprawled across both sides of his rib cage was a wall of text. Shame filled the mind of the prodigy as he looked down at the markings. It had been a crime to obtain this information and then to be betrayed by one’s own family made it even worse. Ever since that day he had worn the bandages in an effort to cover the shame that he had brought upon his family but it did not matter as his image had been tainted by many within the clan. The looks that he would receive from time to time were scathing and often times threatened to burn a hole straight through his soul. Perhaps one day he would have the strength to show them to the world but until that day came they would remain hidden to prying eyes. Quickly he removed his pants which still had his weights located in them and stepped forward. A few pushed buttons and he would enter in, place the breathing mask over his face and relaxed. The pod door shut behind him and slowly the water began to rise as the medicine within the mask took effect. Within seconds the prodigy of the Muzai was unconscious and the pod began to do its job.
At first he dreamt of nothing but as time seemed to slow down he found himself in a white void world. It was deform of any feature yet Kurosanai could feel himself standing on some kind of surface. His eyes slowly drifted from one side to another trying to make out any kind of feature yet there was nothing, not a single soul was there outside of Kuro. ‘Perhaps this was punishment for the actions that he had taken earlier in the day.’ He thought to himself.
“It is not that,” A voice boomed through the white void. Kuro turned on his heel in an effort to find where the voice came from but as he looked there was nothing. “I am only seen when someone is both powerful enough to see me when I want to be.” The voice continued. As he turned his eyes were able to pick up a man that was beginning to form about four feet in front of him. He wore simple clothing, a pair of cloth pants and a vest. His head was buzzed short and the aura he gave off was one like many had never felt before. This was the founder of the modern Muzai, Fujin Muzai.
“What do you want?” Kurosanai asked in a strange combination of tones between a defeated one and an annoyed one. “I thought I wasn’t going to see you again anytime soon. That is what you said after all.”
“That is not what I meant though. I would not be able to see you when your mind was in a wakened state. It would carry too much of a burden on your body. While you sleep it is much easier to communicate as your natural guards are down.” Fujin responded coldly.
“Whatever. Frankly I don’t want to talk to you again. The condition that you left my body in after you took control was excruciating. I could barely walk and I began to vomit blood.”
“That is an unfortunate side effect to that little trick. While the host may welcome my soul into their body for a short period of time for me to take control it is far from a natural process. It naturally burns at the host’s body because of two souls possessing it. I have figured that out of the hard way over the centuries with numerous others before you. Feel lucky the first couple were left in near vegetable states due to me staying in their bodies for far too long.”
“Oh joy. Now I feel much safer knowing that you had taken control,” Kurosanai responded in a sarcastic tone. He was tired and at this point just wanted to be left alone.
“It was a wasted opportunity. But I did not come here to lecture you on the process or deal with your sarcasm. So listen up boy,” Fujin commanded. He spoke in a way that demanded respect and gave off the impression that if it was not given that it was going to be a bad decision. “I have come to give you knowledge and expand your abilities.”
“I don’t want it. All I want to do is to get this fight over and done with so that I can go home.” Kurosanai responded as he turned his back on his ancestor.
“You don’t want it? Then perhaps you would prefer if you experienced this every time you are sleeping.” Fujin said before the white void shifted. The room grew dark and cold as the two were suddenly surrounded by rock. It took a moment before Kurosanai was able to tell that it was the caves from Belegost. He continued to turn until suddenly his hands were drawn in front of him as flames suddenly leapt forth. The heat from the flames was near unbearable but what came next sent Kuro nearly into the throws of madness. A scream of agony ripped through the air. It was the most horrendously pained scream he had ever heard in his short life. Kurosanai knew what the cause of it without even looking was. He knew that Arpatiko burned on the other end of the massive jet of fire that was leaping forth. The scream continued to echo through his mind as the smell of the burning flesh began to fill his nostrils. The metal from the Kinigo’s armor was melting into the tender flesh that it had encased.
“ENOUGH!” Kurosanai screamed in pain as the sudden scene dropped away in a flash. Immediately Kuro sank to his knees as sheer madness dart across his eyes. He could not stop the images as they flowed through.
“With my knowledge you have more options to try to prevent that from ever happening again.” Fujin stated from behind the prodigy of the Muzai. “Accept the knowledge that I have and that I can grant onto you. I am able to amplify your abilities that are already within you.”
Teetering on madness the prodigy of the Muzai sat as he heard the scream echoing everywhere around him. The sight of his mangled and charred body peeking from beneath the rubble was seared into his mind. It was not until the hand of Fujin descended on his should that everything stopped abruptly. His very presence was so calming that it silenced all other thoughts.
“I have dealt with scenes like that before. I have teetered on the brink of chaos and madness. So trust me when I say I can give you more options to prevent it,” Fujin said in a tone that almost sounded fatherly for a moment.
“What caused your madness?” Kuro asked without moving an inch.
“It was the very moment when the majority of my abilities were stripped from me and our family was cursed. It was in the moment that Earth needed a new ruler and I was stripped of that opportunity to protect it. It was the moment that the android Vector first appeared.” Fujin stated. Kurosanai could hear the pain and anger in his voice. Whatever he was seeing in his mind right now it was as if he was living out that very moment again. He wasn’t lying and really had no reason to lie.
“Very well. Give me the knowledge.” Kuro said as he slowly got to his feet. As he turned his ancestor was still caught with a faraway look in his eyes. It took a mere flash before he became more in tune with what was going on around him.
“I will gift onto you two amplifications of abilities that you already possess. The first I know of directly which is the fighting style that I left to you and the rest of the Muzai. Prior to the disappearance of worthy candidates for the Aoiro no Tsuisata no one has made it beyond the level you are at in several generations. The knowledge to take the step to the next level was lost to the family after a fire and thus greatly weakened the clan. I am now the only being that can communicate to you as to how to make the next step in your fighting style.” Fujin said with an air of pride. It was somewhat amusing to see that even he could succumb to pride.
“Okay that is pretty self-explanatory but what is the second ability you are going to enhance?” Kuro asked.
“The other ability I am going to enhance is one that you are probably not even away you have at the current moment. Prior to leaving the Omega Collective you ever notice a slight cloud of what looks like your breath in cold air in front of your face?”
“Yeah?”
“That is an ability that dwells within you. I have seen it before used by a few different mages. It is called Jotun’s Breath. What I am going to allow you to do is use a different version of the ability that I have seen before. It was called Jotun’s Grasp. The user channels the same energy that normally dwells within the lungs, down their arm to their hands. After that whatever they touch they can instantly freeze because their hands sit at absolute zero. It can be a devastating technique but cannot be sustained for any period of time.”
“How do you even know I have that ability?”
“Because when I was within your body I was able to see what you truly have for an arsenal of attacks. It is actually amusing how much potential you have now unlike your other clansmen.” Fujin chuckled.
“Okay…how am I going to learn these moves anyways?” Kurosanai asked trying to shake off the feeling that his entire mind had been probed by his ancestor.
“By doing this.” Fujin stepped forward and placed two fingers on Kuro’s forehead. Instantly there was a bright light that encased both of them as the prodigy of the Muzai had images of events and techniques he had never seen before pass into his mind. As the light dimmed Kuro’s eyes were greeted by the sight of nothing once again. He was by himself as Fujin had disappeared back to wherever he had come from. Kurosanai could not help but feel the energy of the techniques that Fujin had passed onto the boy channeling through his body. This was not natural learning, rather it was passing on knowledge directly from another’s mind. However it was done, unnaturally no doubt, it mattered little. If it meant that Kurosanai would not have to witness events like the death of Arpatiko that was all that mattered.
He was left standing alone in the white void for what felt like a few hours. Though in time he faded from this realm just as Fujin had. The only difference was that he was left to emerge into sweet dreams. These were one final unknown parting gift from the founder of the modern Muzai.
(PL + Techniques)
Jotun’s Grasp: The user channels the energy from Jotun’s Breath located in their lungs down their arms into their hands. Once there the energy turns the surface temperature of their hands into that of absolute zero without physical harm to themselves. This ability can’t be sustained or charged. If an opponent is left in the grasp of this technique their body quickly begins to freeze solid while only a glancing blow creates an effect more along the lines of frostbite in the affected areas. The power of this technique follows the normal rules of the combat system. This move cannot be used on the same turn as Jotun's breath.
Yawarakai Fighting Style (Muzai Clan Affiliation Only)
a.k.a Soft Fist (Tier Two):
Expert: With improved knowledge of the 'Soft Fist' fighting style the user is able to become much more effective in combat. After prolonged exposure to successful strikes the victim begins to display physical signs such as loss of mobility in that body area and more difficulty using ki. (Cannot be learned until all body knowledge areas are known.)