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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2013 21:51:03 GMT -5
The Rundown Dojo.
Once upon a time it was a place for swordsmen the universe over to hone their skills under the lord of blades himself. Time takes its toll on all however and as apathy took hold the school rusted like a poorly crafted blade.
“WOMAN!”
Called the saiyan from the main sparring room, which had since become an area with little aim or purpose. He would pace around for hours, silently remembering that which was another space and time away. Enemies long since dead and forgotten. Friends lost. Those were the memories which bit the hardest. More than twenty years since he had forever been ripped from them. His one and only solace was that of his beautiful wife.
“Yes Kosho?”
On queue the delicate saiyan flower enters, calling the master bladesmith by a pet name. A loose green outfit gently covers her curves, combined with the gold bands which hang loosely from her wrists. Much like her husband, and the rest of their race, age has had little effect on her beauty. Despite being in her mid-fifties she was still as youthful in body and spirit as the day he met her. Seeing her, as it always did, brought a genuine smile to his face.
“I’m bored.”
Before he could even finish his sentence a dagger flew through the air. It was black as night with intricate red designs. A weapon of equal perfection appeared from thin air, deflecting the airborne armament. Similar to the dagger, the sword held by the master swordsman was as dark as the void of space, though it traded the blood red for a majestic gold.
“It’s like you can read my mind Nook.”
He replied with his own pet name for his lovely wife. Holding her hand up, the dagger returned to her grasp near instantly. From her other hand an identical weapon appeared as she lunged forward, a kind smile on her face. With a grin of his own he mirrored her, as the rare metals clashed against one another with frightening speed.
“So what’s for dinner sugar?”
He said as he parried a well-aimed strike.
“Chicken, sweetie.”
She replied as she rolled to her right, casting both daggers forward at her beloved husband. The weapons stick into the wall, holding up the black duster which had moments before adorned the Blade Hermit. Immediately she spun on her heels, knowing her partner as well as he knew her, bridging back as the masterwork sword passed an inch over her. Continuing the bridge she back flipped, kicking the blade from his grasp, the force planting it in the ceiling above. As she landed on her feet, they both stood before one another, each ready to make a move.
“I love chicken!”
Is all the master of swords would say as he leaned in and kissed “Nook” on her lips; which was usually how most of their spars would end. Putting his arm around her, they walked into the kitchen. Unbeknownst to the saiyan sorcerer, someone would soon arrive. Someone who may just return his faith in people; someone who would once again give him the desire to teach.
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Jaxine Caulie
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Post by Jaxine Caulie on Jun 14, 2013 15:44:05 GMT -5
It would be sometime when the two were likely finishing their dinner when Zeke would appear. He walked up to the building with memories of him and his father, Edward. Eddie had been heavily into swordplay himself, practicing what Zeke liked to mock as "Blade Dancing" in the Bar's basement back on Earth. Zeke had no idea that those movements were crucial to dodging, parrying, and striking with a sword.
His father had shown him the basics, but Zeke had little interest even when Eddie praised him, saying he'd make a formidable swordsmen with his speed, reflexes, and good attention span. Now with his father in a coma after the fire, Zeke had regrets. Especially with the object he had wrapped in a brown piece of burlap under his arm. An object his father may never hold again.
Zeke kept his own Nodachi Blade at his side, crafted on the fly during battle from a simple steel pole with his Matter Transmutation technique. It looked authentic, but the folds of the steel and the overall performance of the blade were not up to standard. Zeke had improved it quite a bit from its first use, but his knowledge effected his Transmutation, thus, effected the craftsmanship of the Blade.
He arrived on the front step of the Dojo, double checking the address he had written down. The place looked like it was abandoned. He tried to knock on the door, but it simply creaked open from the first light tap. He stood there, debating on turning back. Then he thought of his father. He walked into a large room that looked even worse than the outside was.
Zeke pulled on a piece of rope on the Burlap, pulling it across his chest so that the long, thin object would be fastened across his back. Nodachi was fastened to his right hip, his thumb ready to pop it free if needed. That was one thing that gave Zeke an edge against his trained father; Zeke was left-handed. And when your opponent's movements are all backwards, even a trained, elite, and possibly even master Swordsmen could find them at a slight disadvantage.
He stood in the center of the room, still debating weather he was wasting his time or not.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2013 9:40:07 GMT -5
The next thing the intruder would feel would be that of Masamue, the exquisite midnight sword of unknown metal, pressed up against his jugular. For further insurance, the palm of his left hand was pressed up against his spine; teeming with collecting ki and ready to do to this trespasser as Master Trunks had done to King Kold so long, long ago. The speed at which he moved was uncanny, nearly twenty times faster than the one in the rather tense situation could muster.
“State your business interloper and pray I find your words truthful or curse be damned; I’ll cut you asunder.”
This was rather unlike the normally jovial Blade Hermit, though with his lovely wife so close it was instinctive to become defensive. He had made it his duty to protect her since the day they met thirty years ago, not to mention anyone entering his house so silently gave him cause for caution. Many had come in the past years, seeking his unequaled weapons, those of his creation and, more frequently, those in his possession. Some had attempted to take the masterpieces of the greatest bladesmith in known space; they failed. Some had attempted to wretch the mystical Brave Sword and his family sword, the Masamune, from his fingers; they failed much harder.
“Is everything okay?”
Called his better half from the kitchen, as the energy gathered in his palm certainly the intruder would begin to feel a slight tingling in his spine. The saiyan swordsman replied with a steeled voice as he did not take his eyes off the dojo’s newest entrant.
“Just dealing with another malcontent it seems, I’ll be back in a minute sweetheart.”
Then the obsidian metal would be pressed against the skin, not to cut and cause blood but rather as encouragement to respond. The smell of poor craftsmanship filled his nostrils, only helping to further darken the Hermit’s current state of mind.
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Jaxine Caulie
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Bitch, your moma bought you Megablocks instead of Legos.
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Post by Jaxine Caulie on Jun 16, 2013 19:39:05 GMT -5
"Malcontent." Zeke chuckled. "Oh my, how I love the way that word describes me."
He continued to chuckle, even with the blade to his throat and the hand to his back. The blade, however... it felt so... strange against his skin. Why though? Why did his body feel as if he'd never felt that kind of metal before?
"I do not intend to cause any problems here however. My mischief is limited towards those who deserve such." He explained. "Clearly you are the stronger one, I'd have no chance to do anything of harm. Let me go, then allow me to speak. I only seek knowledge."
He spoke true, no hint of a sinister or aggressive tone in his words. He had no problem with the man's reaction, especially considering the woman who was in the other room. Having a man in black just stumble in was clearly a red flag. Zeke was just unaware there was nobody here.
Hopefully he could explain that.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2013 0:09:25 GMT -5
“I wouldn't be so proud of being a malcontent there bub.”
Opening the palm of his right hand the unparalleled sword did not fall but simply disappeared into a cloud of fluorescent particles; fleeting remnants of the magic which banished the sword. In another whisk of amazing speed, the Blade Hermit was at the door to the kitchen at Zeke’s front. The middle aged saiyan was still in peek physical condition, a perk of his race. His body looked as if the result of training with a god. Long raven black hair pulled back into a ponytail, deceiving angled shades hid his hazel eyes and a trimmed goatee framed his mouth. A strange offshoot of saiyan battle armor adorned his midsection.
“And you do have a solid point, even if you did attempt to cause some ill will to my lovely wife or I, then I could simply thrash you into ribbons. Or blow a hole through your chest. You know what? Dealer’s choice if that should be your true intention. At least then you’d control your death in some manner. Only fair methinks. Unless my dear wife were to cut you down first."
Realizing he was starting to ramble a bit the swordsman paused and shrugged his shoulders, causing his trademark black duster to instantly appear over him; its armored shoulders fitting snugly. In the pause he breathed deep through his nostrils, using another saiyan trait he had developed throughout his many travels.
“I see a poorly crafted sword on your hip and a poorly sheathed one on your back, if knowledge in proper craftsmanship and sword care is what you seek you are in the wrong place. I only teach those who are worthy of the gifts I wield. Though if you are to speak then first answer a question; Why do you smell of human, saiyan and even a hint of alien I do detect? How strange, are you a biological android? I know Cell kind of put a damper on the whole bio android shtick, but I've known a few who were quite good; even trained under one for a few years, interesting fellow.”
Once more coming to the realization that is on a bit of a tangent, the aging saiyan tapers off as to allow the youth a chance to speak, as he had requested.
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Jaxine Caulie
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Bitch, your moma bought you Megablocks instead of Legos.
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Post by Jaxine Caulie on Jun 20, 2013 11:00:15 GMT -5
Zeke was impressed with how the man could cause objects to appear and disappear at will. He did not know if he was creating and destructing these items as Zeke's powers allowed, or if he was spawning existing items. But the similarity to his Matter Manipulation intrigued him.
The man did misjudge him in one way. "Poor craftsmanship of the sword you can see i can understand. But you know nothing of what I carry on my back. And to quench your curiosity for my... species, well, I am not even sure myself. But does it matter? I bleed when I'm cut, as you do."
He crossed his arms. "Now tell me. What are these... 'Gifts' you speak of? I have simply come to ask for training with a sword. And would you consider myself as worthy? Of course, I may be willing to go through any trial to prove such a thing."
Zeke was slightly insulted. His great grandfather had crafted his own blade to the best of his ability. Apparently, it could only be surpassed by something he called "Dark Metal", supposedly evil and unbreakable. But Zeke doubted the stories. He also didn't see why it mattered what he was. Another Saiyan of bloodlines and status? Will that mindset ever end?
And this talk of gifts. What could the man offer that would be worth Zeke's time, if anything?
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2013 23:58:15 GMT -5
“Did I speak ill of the sword upon your back? Methinks not. Only that burlap and rope made a poor sheathe for any weapon.”
The boy was eager. ‘Kosho,’ as his wife so fondly called him, could see that whatever he wanted, he was willing to earn it. In time perhaps the Blade Hermit would learn more of his reasons for seeking knowledge. But he would not so freely give his gifts, too many who had darkened his doorway had misused his abilities. Nothing disgraces a master more than seeing his techniques used for evil and nothing ages a master more than having to vanquish those misusers.
“I am the Master of the Kikoukenjutsu Sword School, so one of the things that I, and only I, teach, and therefore know, is that of the Kikoukenjutsu technique. You see steel can only be made so strong, and these days’ people far exceed a power where even steel’s highest attainable strength is negligent. I could easily take the sword at your waist, of even upon your back, and snap it in half. Bullets simply bounce off us; do you think such archaic weapons as blades would be the difference maker they used to be?”
Holding out his hand, it was now the legendary Brave Sword, in katana form as it takes the form which best suits its current master, which appeared in his grasp. With golden hilt, the sword crackled with mystical energy. By channeling his power into the weapon, it took the same slow rising white flame like aura of its holder.
“I can truly make blade and wielder one, by sharing my ki with it no different from any other appendage. A mere extension of my arm, and thus is shielded by my power. It would take someone of much greater power to disable my sword, as opposed to any Tom, Dick or Harry who can snap steel. But its advantages go beyond defensive, as the Kikoukenjutsu technique far increases the damage of every strike exponentially. My other gifts… I keep closer to the chest."
The God Breaker Energy Wave was the move which slain the mighty King Kold and his Blade Armor was far too powerful to leave in the hands of just anyone. Out of the corner of his eye, the saiyan sorcerer notices a replay of the galactic announcement he had seen several times today alone. It was huge news.
“The tournament to be hosted by the shade Prometheus Zex, there you can show everyone your true merit as a fighter. Prove your worth as both a warrior and a sentient being. I won’t teach a talented wretch or a talentless mensch. Now leave my humble abode and if you are true, I will see you here again soon.”
The aged saiyan turned, casting his magical blade into an unknown oblivion with the flick of his wrist. Walking towards the doorway leading into the kitchen he would pause for a moment to speak.
“And I ask what you are because not all things bleed bub… “
He trails off as he thinks of the demons he had faced. Conventional things, like blood, meant nothing to them. They were beyond such trivial things.
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Jaxine Caulie
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Bitch, your moma bought you Megablocks instead of Legos.
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Post by Jaxine Caulie on Jun 24, 2013 13:38:33 GMT -5
"Kikouken." Zeke muttered.
He was sure he said it right the first time as the man finished explaining. 'Kosho', the Blade Hermit. Zeke would remember that name even if the man never asked for his. Zeke reached onto his back and pulled the burlap blade free. He ripped a black and bright silver sheathed sword from the bag, dropping the 'poor sheathe to the floor before re fitting it to his back.
The bag's purpose was to turn thieves away. But when was Zeke going around and not looking for trouble? The blade was long and finely crafted. He never held it before, but his father spoke of magical properties that made the sword stronger than mere steel. He was quick to fasten it to his back again, Kosho not likely getting a good look at it as of yet.
"Then to the tournament I shall go then. I hope you have a television. You should keep an ear open for the name Zeke... And I have to say, my coming here was because of this competition. I wanted some training beforehand. Would have been nice to show an example of the Kikoukenjutsu School's power there."
Zeke turned to leave, walking towards the door that was still open from Zeke's entrance. He said nothing else as he walked out, but the blade on his back had a marking that might interest the Blade Hermit.
The marking was 村正.
Muramasa.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2013 20:28:13 GMT -5
He said nothing as Zeke left, for having his school advertised on a galactic competition was the last thing the Blade Hermit wanted. No sooner than this man displayed the abilities ‘Kosho’ could gift him would the undeserving from all over the galaxy come flocking to his doorstep. The saiyan swordsman had long since given up on teaching; should this one prove worthy he would be but an exception to the rule. Renewed faith could return the master’s spirit though only time could tell.
As the stranger exited the door, a strange feeling overcame the bladesmith. Magic. Waving his hand with subtle ease, the extents of its power was revealed to him. Enhanced endurance, a wise choice, though magic could only enhance the natural abilities of a material so far. It may fare well against others like him but it would rue the day it ever met the Masamune in combat. The last glimpse he noticed of the strange saiyan-esque creature was that of the etchings in the blade itself.
“Muramasa…”
He would mutter under his breath once the door was slammed shut by its most recent entrant. Searching his mind, the sorcerer entered the kitchen and sat beside his lovely mate. She turns to him and notices the distant look on his face.
“What troubles you my Kosho?”
The elegant lady coos in an effort to pull her husband from his dark thoughts. In response the Hermit meets her charming gaze and smiles.
“Nothing my dear, was just hoping the food hadn’t gotten cold yet.”
Kissing her on the forehead, he faced his plate with the façade of happiness. Though beneath the mask he was all but, as he had heard stories of a blacksmith named Muramasa. He had been known for the extraordinary sharpness of his blades. An old man once told the Blade Hermit that this man “was a most skillful smith but a violent and ill-balanced mind verging on madness, that was supposed to have passed into his blades.” Apparently they were popularly believed to hunger for blood and to impel their warrior to commit murder or suicide.
Kosho could only hope that these myths were indeed such and nothing more than; legends.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2013 20:28:30 GMT -5
Fin.
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Jaxine Caulie
Goku
Dojo Blademaster
Bitch, your moma bought you Megablocks instead of Legos.
Posts: 765
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Post by Jaxine Caulie on Jun 28, 2013 0:05:58 GMT -5
Finished, PL please.
Requesting Muramasa added to items, and asking to have magical properties applied. Stronger density and sharper edge than common weapons, but not to the level of Katchin.
Also, going to leave the $ chain on Kosho's door handle to get rid of it xD
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Post by graderr on Jun 28, 2013 23:24:49 GMT -5
Zeke: 720 Pl Blade Hermit: 842 zeni
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