Post by Lord Zasham on Sept 19, 2014 14:47:18 GMT -5
William was impressed with the Cardinal of Truth’s ship. A perk of his position of power no doubt. When the others had drifted to sleep, and the boy felt Sebastian was safe from undue harm, he explored the ship. His curiosity cost him, as in this window of moderate freedom the blonde had used a distinct blue vial to heal himself. Something the apparent human who lacked advanced ki sensing abilities was unable to discern upon returning.
Walking amongst the corridor he found the med bay, where he found Kurosanai floating, unconscious, in a rejuvenation chamber. Even within such a contraption, and with an oxygen mask placed over his face, he still had a smug look about him. Willie resigned that it must be a permanent staple to his personality. In another room he would find Frigid, apparently meditating, but was quick to leave the icejin alone, not wanting to disturb him.
Finally he came across a large door. Pressing a square red button beside the blockade, the heavy door slid open ominously. Stepping inside William was surprised to see a familiar site; a gravity chamber. Different than the normal models available to the public in the known sectors of space, it was near identical in function. Something the boy was made aware of upon touching the control panel at the back of the room.
Instantly his body reacted to the new and intriguing technology, as microscopic black tendrils grew from his fingertips and accessed the console. Soon he had a full understanding of the machine and became aware of an installed advanced simulator. While initially the ability frightened him, the feeling ebbed away amidst their given situation. Knowing death was a surreal possibility made his own predicament less impactful; at least he was in control of the body. Not to mention interacting with machines through touch seemed to be a reflex, as opposed to direct interference from the maniacal Zasham.
Distracted by the strange reflex, he did not hear the door eerily closed behind him until its numerous locks clicked into place. Then the gravity increased tenfold, making his heavy weights all the more cumbersome. In a manner much the reverse of a dream ebbing away at first light, the training room began to morph in a mixture of colors and textures. When all was said and done, he found himself on a desert landscape with an appalling climate. Standing before him was none other than the former Lord of Belegost; Arpatiko.
“Speed is one of the best weapons I can ever teach you to wield Tycho,” he said nonchalantly from behind his mask. Apparently the simulation thought him to be the very Lieutenant Tycho that Zasham had assimilated. A side effect of linking with the program seemed to be the warrior’s persistence pushing forth. Unable to take control of the body, his memories must have manifested through the simulator.
“It can make swords and guns useless, as such things must first be fast enough to hit you,” he was making valid points, despite being an assimilated memory induced simulation, William admitted. Then he disappeared, leaving behind only an afterimage of him standing there. It took Willie but a moment to discern what had happen, but in that moment Arpatiko was beside him dropping an armor clad boot straight into his side, which sent him hurtling into a nearby rock formation.
“Holy hell he’s fast; to think Kuro roasted the guy,” he managed as he spat out a mouthful of rocks. Apartiko was already standing over him once more, his shoulder cannon aimed directly at him as his arms lay across his chest. “Tycho, if we are to defend Belegost we must have might and wit, but we must also master agility. The Church will subjugate our people as long as we are weak. Now try,” his voice firm yet encouraging, after all he had been like a father to Tycho since his parents’ death at the Church’s hands.
Internalizing his energy, it was almost as if he could feel each individual atom begin to speed up, and it was certainly an uncomfortable feeling. To build up so much power inwards was taxing, as was the idea of letting it burst from his body. Sensing the struggle, Arpatiko added, “Don’t let the power overwhelm you, a dam will crumble beneath the tide of energy. You are its guide; let it wind through you, as a river through a canyon.”
With a sigh William tried harder, focusing on the energy itself as opposed to the buildup as he took the former leader’s words to heart, channeling it all into a singled though, a single action; movement. Then he blinked from the pile in a blur, leaving a surprised looking afterimage. Appearing behind the Kinigo, Willie went for a roundhouse kick to the face, something he had seen a man do many times on an old tv show. It was a failure however as, without even looking, Arpatiko caught the foot. With a tight grasp he then slammed the boy hard into the cracked earth.
“Very good, but you must be faster and smarter. An afterimage will only confuse your enemy momentarily, you must make more out of those few seconds,” the Kinigo replied. Tired of the taste of rocks in his mouth, the boy grew angry. Emotion was one of the strongest factors to magic for those who have not mastered it. While he had never been magical in any sense as a human, as current host to a majin body he was by definition created by, and therefore entirely comprised of, magic. Though science and technology played a hand in his uniqueness as a technarcana.
As the anger tapped into this arcane power of which he was unfamiliar, he stood up as a burst of power permeated his body. Arpatiko, seeing a fully-fledged being before him, leaned forth to strike but found his hand traveling through the three dimensional image. Upon striking, the enchanted afterimage began to slowly fade, revealing its true nature. “How’s this?” the fake added with a laugh as the confused Kinigo pulling back his arm.
Then he felt the boy’s elbow strike the back of his helmet, knocking him off balance. Leaping a few feet away, William faced him with a smile. Turning to face him, he almost felt like he could see Arpatiko smiling too, even though the bio-mask completely obscured his face. “Well done Tycho, I have never seen such an advanced afterimage technique,” then he disappeared again, the mask which covered his unique facial features only adding to his afterimage’s ability to distract.
A punch struck him in the gut and William fell to his knees, clutching his abdomen. “But you will need to practice it until it is reflex; an immediate reaction to a dangerous or disadvantageous situation. Begin,” he said, dropping into a fighting stance unique to the Kinigo people. Coughing quite a bit, Willie made it to his feet and took his own stance. He had an inescapable feeling that it was going to be a very long night…
(PL; heavy weights, 10x gravity, simulator 2.0)
Zanzoken (Afterimage Technique) - is an ability to move so swiftly that an image of the user is left behind. Thus, it looks like the user is in several places at once, or has made copies of him/herself.
Zanzo Majutsu (Afterimage Sorcery) – an improvement upon zanzoken using magic, the user enchants his afterimages upon their creation making them three dimensional, thus appearing real. The afterimages have limited movement and can even speak however once something comes in contact with an afterimage it will become transparent before slowly fading.
Walking amongst the corridor he found the med bay, where he found Kurosanai floating, unconscious, in a rejuvenation chamber. Even within such a contraption, and with an oxygen mask placed over his face, he still had a smug look about him. Willie resigned that it must be a permanent staple to his personality. In another room he would find Frigid, apparently meditating, but was quick to leave the icejin alone, not wanting to disturb him.
Finally he came across a large door. Pressing a square red button beside the blockade, the heavy door slid open ominously. Stepping inside William was surprised to see a familiar site; a gravity chamber. Different than the normal models available to the public in the known sectors of space, it was near identical in function. Something the boy was made aware of upon touching the control panel at the back of the room.
Instantly his body reacted to the new and intriguing technology, as microscopic black tendrils grew from his fingertips and accessed the console. Soon he had a full understanding of the machine and became aware of an installed advanced simulator. While initially the ability frightened him, the feeling ebbed away amidst their given situation. Knowing death was a surreal possibility made his own predicament less impactful; at least he was in control of the body. Not to mention interacting with machines through touch seemed to be a reflex, as opposed to direct interference from the maniacal Zasham.
Distracted by the strange reflex, he did not hear the door eerily closed behind him until its numerous locks clicked into place. Then the gravity increased tenfold, making his heavy weights all the more cumbersome. In a manner much the reverse of a dream ebbing away at first light, the training room began to morph in a mixture of colors and textures. When all was said and done, he found himself on a desert landscape with an appalling climate. Standing before him was none other than the former Lord of Belegost; Arpatiko.
“Speed is one of the best weapons I can ever teach you to wield Tycho,” he said nonchalantly from behind his mask. Apparently the simulation thought him to be the very Lieutenant Tycho that Zasham had assimilated. A side effect of linking with the program seemed to be the warrior’s persistence pushing forth. Unable to take control of the body, his memories must have manifested through the simulator.
“It can make swords and guns useless, as such things must first be fast enough to hit you,” he was making valid points, despite being an assimilated memory induced simulation, William admitted. Then he disappeared, leaving behind only an afterimage of him standing there. It took Willie but a moment to discern what had happen, but in that moment Arpatiko was beside him dropping an armor clad boot straight into his side, which sent him hurtling into a nearby rock formation.
“Holy hell he’s fast; to think Kuro roasted the guy,” he managed as he spat out a mouthful of rocks. Apartiko was already standing over him once more, his shoulder cannon aimed directly at him as his arms lay across his chest. “Tycho, if we are to defend Belegost we must have might and wit, but we must also master agility. The Church will subjugate our people as long as we are weak. Now try,” his voice firm yet encouraging, after all he had been like a father to Tycho since his parents’ death at the Church’s hands.
Internalizing his energy, it was almost as if he could feel each individual atom begin to speed up, and it was certainly an uncomfortable feeling. To build up so much power inwards was taxing, as was the idea of letting it burst from his body. Sensing the struggle, Arpatiko added, “Don’t let the power overwhelm you, a dam will crumble beneath the tide of energy. You are its guide; let it wind through you, as a river through a canyon.”
With a sigh William tried harder, focusing on the energy itself as opposed to the buildup as he took the former leader’s words to heart, channeling it all into a singled though, a single action; movement. Then he blinked from the pile in a blur, leaving a surprised looking afterimage. Appearing behind the Kinigo, Willie went for a roundhouse kick to the face, something he had seen a man do many times on an old tv show. It was a failure however as, without even looking, Arpatiko caught the foot. With a tight grasp he then slammed the boy hard into the cracked earth.
“Very good, but you must be faster and smarter. An afterimage will only confuse your enemy momentarily, you must make more out of those few seconds,” the Kinigo replied. Tired of the taste of rocks in his mouth, the boy grew angry. Emotion was one of the strongest factors to magic for those who have not mastered it. While he had never been magical in any sense as a human, as current host to a majin body he was by definition created by, and therefore entirely comprised of, magic. Though science and technology played a hand in his uniqueness as a technarcana.
As the anger tapped into this arcane power of which he was unfamiliar, he stood up as a burst of power permeated his body. Arpatiko, seeing a fully-fledged being before him, leaned forth to strike but found his hand traveling through the three dimensional image. Upon striking, the enchanted afterimage began to slowly fade, revealing its true nature. “How’s this?” the fake added with a laugh as the confused Kinigo pulling back his arm.
Then he felt the boy’s elbow strike the back of his helmet, knocking him off balance. Leaping a few feet away, William faced him with a smile. Turning to face him, he almost felt like he could see Arpatiko smiling too, even though the bio-mask completely obscured his face. “Well done Tycho, I have never seen such an advanced afterimage technique,” then he disappeared again, the mask which covered his unique facial features only adding to his afterimage’s ability to distract.
A punch struck him in the gut and William fell to his knees, clutching his abdomen. “But you will need to practice it until it is reflex; an immediate reaction to a dangerous or disadvantageous situation. Begin,” he said, dropping into a fighting stance unique to the Kinigo people. Coughing quite a bit, Willie made it to his feet and took his own stance. He had an inescapable feeling that it was going to be a very long night…
(PL; heavy weights, 10x gravity, simulator 2.0)
Zanzoken (Afterimage Technique) - is an ability to move so swiftly that an image of the user is left behind. Thus, it looks like the user is in several places at once, or has made copies of him/herself.
Zanzo Majutsu (Afterimage Sorcery) – an improvement upon zanzoken using magic, the user enchants his afterimages upon their creation making them three dimensional, thus appearing real. The afterimages have limited movement and can even speak however once something comes in contact with an afterimage it will become transparent before slowly fading.