Jaxine Caulie
Goku
Dojo Blademaster
Bitch, your moma bought you Megablocks instead of Legos.
Posts: 765
Base: 155,126
Overdrive: 465,378
SSJ: 1,861,512
Zeni: 4,832
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Post by Jaxine Caulie on Apr 14, 2014 20:35:55 GMT -5
His attack had landed a scratch, the length of the blade was apparently something Kosho had not run into often. Zeke had managed to land a couple strikes on the man, and this was more than he had thought would happen. Weather or not he had managed to put a scratch or two on a master swordsmen, he would not let it go to his head. He had never once landed a single strike on his father... was Edward stronger than Kosho? It was possible. But that would mean Zeke had to surpass Master Masamune just to have a chance at beating Edward NeCross. Edward Muramasa, his true name. Zeke always hated it... how his father hid behind his mother's maiden name.
Kosho had moved out of the path of Zeke's attack, appearing in front of Zeke with a blade at his throat and abdomen, asking if Kosho had the right to end Zeke's life in an equally brutal way as Zeke would. Zeke thought... he was right, he had killed a good many people. Many of witch were in fact innocent. His Vigilantism was not pure in the beginning either, going as far as to kill people for stealing from Kazu and for simply being affiliated with a gang.
Death was a last resort, he said. Zeke thought about it, almost forgetting he had a blade to his throat. Death, nor dying scared him in the least, Kosho was free to kill him if he wished. Kosho's words rang through Zeke's head and he wondered... could he even stop killing if he wanted to? He was trying to channel it on those who deserved it, but who exactly was deserving of death?
Zeke then had an image of his father flash into his mind. A man who used people, brainwashing them into murderers from when they were children. No wonder Zeke was the way he was, it was embedded into his head as if it was no different than walking or breathing. Kosho didn't understand that. Or maybe he did? Either way, it was alot to ask. "Stop killing, unless you have to."
Zeke wanted to... but he also didn't. It was like a drug, or an addiction. Kosho had no idea the extent of Zeke's bloodlust. The man was suddenly not there, sitting down and enjoying something in a tea cup. It smelled... good. Zeke realized he was on his knees, still holding his blade witch was buried in the ground half way.
Vengeance and Justice... how easy it was to confuse the two. Sometimes one could argue a situation where they were one in the same. Zeke stood up and something odd happened that wasn't common for him.
He got angry.
He stood, and ripped the blade from the ground, throwing debris across the room and held the blade out to the side. "If someone hurts the people you care for... like your wife for example... death would not be your last option!" he yelled. He stood there for a few moments and tried to calm down. He was not trying to shoot down the man's words, he was actually going to add to it in a way. He had just over-reacted. He calmly sheathed his blade.
"Sorry." he would say, straightening up. "What I need to know... is when do you know it's time for the last option? That I need to know, Master Masamune. I need to know when taking a life becomes an act of justice and not vengeance. Otherwise... I may never be able to figure it out myself. I'm a born... bread and trained killer. It's in my blood, just like the drive for a challenge flows in the blood of a Saiyan, and like a Saiyan, I can not change it. I need to find a way to control it and channel it if I can, and it has to be for the right reasons."
He was a little confused, and a little frustrated. He was being told that everything he was trained to do since he was a child is wrong, even after Zeke tried so hard to do it for a good reason. Then there was the idea of how seeing an innocent person hurt, tortured or killed infuriated Zeke to the point of rage, but he himself found satisfaction and pleasure in doing the exact same thing to evil people. Evil people... doing the same exact things... to good people. And for the same exact reasons. Satisfaction and pleasure. Was Zeke a hypocrite? Was he no better than they were? Or was the fact that he focused on evil people rather than good a major factor that changed it? Zeke wanted to know the answer to that as well, but he couldn't go there.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2014 2:10:43 GMT -5
The Master sat silently, respectively, as he sipped at his liquid chocolate deliciousness. Zeke’s anger was no surprise nor was his bloodlust, born from a life bred for killing. Kosho had been indoctrinated much like Zeke had been long ago, though it was by the organization who murdered his parents as opposed to a parent themselves. The curse forbade him from striking down another lest the saiyan be damned with their every last memory. Every emotion, every pain, every moment of their life suddenly thrust into his mind.
The elderly mystic who cursed him fell upon his sword, thus cursing him with her memories and beginning his life of drunken lechery to deal with his sudden birth of conscience. Zeke had been a murderer for many years. It had to have become a way of life. Knowing the life better than many he cursed this Edward whom the boy spoke of, Kosho refused to refer to him as Zeke’s father as he had been no such thing, for tainting his own son’s soul.
“No need to apologize, passion is the essence of life.”
He winked to his adoring wife. Her eyebrow rose coyly.
“I will tell you a story, perhaps you will gain from it. Perhaps not, I am an awful story teller.”
With a gesture a chair appeared beneath Zeke. This was not Kosho’s favorite story to tell for one reason. Yet for another reason it was; the message was clear. Reliving the pain was unfavorable. Clapping once in the air, luminescent dust fell free but as he began to speak it would synch with his words. It was like reaching into the Masamune’s mind; well the part you would feel safe in, mostly.
“Not long after I met Nook, but long after I had fallen for her we joined with just warriors to avenge the destruction of my home world. When we confronted to villains they deployed many tactics to squash the saiyan threat and the growing strength of my allies once and for all. One was to reach into the mind of my best friend and twist his mind and turn him against us. My wife suffered dearly for this and was killed at the onset of his rampage.
That was when I went blonde for the first time. I wanted to kill him but he was near impossible to kill. I wanted revenge but I realized killing him would not bring her back; but killing him would save many. There was no reasoning with him, no subduing him. He rampaged through the city killing without remorse. There was no other choice. I grabbed him in the old unbreakable bear hug, flew us both into the outer atmosphere and self-destructed.”
Taking a sip he looked to his wife as he continued on; in that silent connection they shared comfort in knowing they would always find each other. Love was a powerful catalyst for changing a person, even a ruthless killer. A curse is too. Finding one’s catalyst was paramount; they needed to change for or because of something or someone, even themselves.
“Then I met up with my lovely wife in the fields of Heaven; a stark change from the first time I visited the afterlife I promise you that. Together we went to hell, redeemed our friend and altogether ascended before being gifted with new life.”
He figured if he left it at the dying part then Zeke would become awfully confused as to why Kosho was still alive, not like the Master’s explanation was very helpful. A bit eccentric most would think.
“I guess to answer your question… When someone’s murdered the love of your life and you’re still trying to think of a way to end it without killing them, then you know you’ve reached a point where death truly is your last option. But then, it won’t be easy to kill. It will hurt you, like you were killing a little bit of yourself as well. That’s when you know you are being just in dealing death; when it becomes an unbearable curse.”
It can become easy to kill. It was for Kosho as it had been for Zeke in their respective youths. From experience, the Master could say it was far harder learning not to. One cannot so easily rewrite their own thoughts and instincts.
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Jaxine Caulie
Goku
Dojo Blademaster
Bitch, your moma bought you Megablocks instead of Legos.
Posts: 765
Base: 155,126
Overdrive: 465,378
SSJ: 1,861,512
Zeni: 4,832
Items: Cookie, Heavy Weights, Simulator 2.0, Gravity Chamber (x100), Scouter, Muramasa, Senzu Bean, Space Pod
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Post by Jaxine Caulie on Jul 8, 2014 16:15:16 GMT -5
At the end of the story, Zeke would be sitting in the provided chair. Kosho had died and resurrected along with his wife and best friend whom he had ton kill? He went "blonde"? Zeke didn't have any idea what any of that meant, but he understood the story's meaning.
"To kill when you have to. I understand. But I don't get how it can be a curse for some... but not for others like me. I secretly enjoy killing... I enjoy knowing that the world is a better place without certain people, and that's fine. But I cant get over the twisted feeling I get as well. Like a spark of satisfaction when the person dies."
It was almost like the words of a madman, and Zeke knew it. Unlike a madman though, Zeke was aware of his state of mind and was trying to do better with himself. He was trying to kill who needed to die. If he just stopped all together, he would snap one day.
"Do you think that feeling will go away in time? Or am I simply loosing my mind?"
Then again, he had been in an insane state of mind before to have followed the Black Sun before. Brainwashed. Told killing was alright, and the fun feeling that followed was normal. Then his whole world was twisted inside out when he found out he was the bad guy.
(Had a way better post, but thanks to Google Chrome no longer allowing the use of Lazearus, it's gone. Yaaaaaaaay.)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2014 20:35:01 GMT -5
"To kill when you have to. I understand. But I don't get how it can be a curse for some... but not for others like me. I secretly enjoy killing... I enjoy knowing that the world is a better place without certain people, and that's fine. But I can’t get over the twisted feeling I get as well. Like a spark of satisfaction when the person dies. Do you think that feeling will go away in time? Or am I simply loosing my mind?" Kosho nodded, understanding full well what the boy meant. When he was simply ‘Commander’ he had slaughtered thousands; and garnered joy from it. A dark time in his life that haunted him to that day still. But he had learned to see his past in a different way.
“Not even a lifetime of good deeds will wash away the sins of a dark upbringing, they will always haunt you; until your dying breath and beyond.”
A well-timed sip of hot cocoa from his manly tea cup.
“However do not carry them as a burden Ezekial-san, bare them as a reminder; of what you were and of what you’ve become. See the vastness of the change and remain forever determined to see that distance increase.”
The boy was followed by the shadow of his past; a hard thing to escape. Three years of bottles could not free Kosho following the enactment of his curse. However Zeke was lucky; his conscience survived in spite of his nightmarish upbringing. The Blade Hermit’s had been systematically eradicated throughout his youth. It took the curse’s blood magic to resurrect it once more.
NeCross would not need such extremes; the Sword Master had uncharacteristic faith in the somewhat saiyan.
“As a student here you will master swordsmanship as a skill to defend yourself and others. The second of the two tenets is unity; a skill which can overcome any foe, even a stain of darkness forced upon a soul. Teamwork is the greatest weapon; fueled by tight knit bonds it can conquer all.
Love and friendship has healed far more shattered souls than yours, or even mine. Let your relationships strengthen and grow and one day you’ll find that urge a forgotten memory. Then you will find life full of satisfaction.”
Behind his angled shades the Master would smile gently. It was all true, but advice was just an arrangement of words. Ultimately he would have to find his own path towards the light.
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Jaxine Caulie
Goku
Dojo Blademaster
Bitch, your moma bought you Megablocks instead of Legos.
Posts: 765
Base: 155,126
Overdrive: 465,378
SSJ: 1,861,512
Zeni: 4,832
Items: Cookie, Heavy Weights, Simulator 2.0, Gravity Chamber (x100), Scouter, Muramasa, Senzu Bean, Space Pod
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Post by Jaxine Caulie on Aug 5, 2014 19:55:26 GMT -5
Don't let the past be a burden. How? Zeke was haunted by those deaths now. But the man had a point... Zeke couldn't move forward while feeling like those people hated him for killing them all. Maybe though, this feeling was assurance that he knew what he had done was truly the wrong choice. Zeke felt sorrow for the innocents he had killed before, but he would have to find a way to take it differently. Think of it not as sorrow for what he had done, but as a form of determination to never do it again, and relieve others of the ability to do the same. With the edge of his blade if need be.
As for friendship, Zeke had only one friend growing up. Her name was Renee. She disappeared with no trace... nt even a goodbye. He never did find out what had happened to her, and had long given up hope on finding her again. Sometimes he wondered if she had even been real... maybe a figment of his imagination or of his madness? Maybe she was a spirit? He would never know.
Zeke then ran into Jaxine and Kazu, but for a while he had only seen them as assets. Resources if needed. He used the term 'friend' to keep them loyal. Then came Akassa. For the first time in a long time, he felt differently about her. First wanting her as a simple asset as well, but then later feeling closer to her. He felt as if simply using her for her status wasn't right, and thus chose to just communicate with her and train some. Never had he asked her for much, nor would he. From there, he began seeing the others differently, even Twenty-One who wasn't even alive. She was still a friend.
"I'll have to keep that in mind. I don't know what I'd do if I lost one of the friends I made. Never had meany until I got here. I didn't realize how important they were before..." And Zeke seen a massive difference in his power since before. Was his friendships somehow linked to that as well? He wasn't sure but he stood up straight and smiled at Kosho.
"Well, I have to say that you have given me alot to think about." He told him. He was glad he came here, Kosho was like a Psychiatrist and a Sword Master in one, and Zeke could probly pay him in food!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2014 23:35:53 GMT -5
"I'll have to keep that in mind. I don't know what I'd do if I lost one of the friends I made. Never had meany until I got here. I didn't realize how important they were before... Well, I have to say that you have given me alot to think about."
Kosho's smile never faded, as he found comfort in knowing the boy had strong friendships. They would be what made him truly strong. With them he could accomplish wonders.
"Never stop thinking bub. People who don't stop to think are tools for another who does, like that dick father of your's. But you seem to already be in the right direction!"
The sword master stated bluntly, garnering a disapproving look from Nook. The Mistress of Daggers was far more delicate about such things. Kosho on the other hand could not stand the portrait Zeke painted of his father. A user, an abuser. A disgrace to swords and a disgrace of a father. With a clap of his hands the room would return to normal in magical fashion.
"You are welcome here anytime son. There's a spare room down the hall and I'm always here to talk and train with."
The tussle had brought back a pang of hunger, and a look to his beloved and she knew. Their connection was strong, but her understanding of his stomach was impressive. One of the many things he loved about her. Stepping away from the wall she would stand between the swordsmen.
"Dessert anyone?"
With much clamor and fanfare, Kosho would oblige.
[Exit.]
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Jaxine Caulie
Goku
Dojo Blademaster
Bitch, your moma bought you Megablocks instead of Legos.
Posts: 765
Base: 155,126
Overdrive: 465,378
SSJ: 1,861,512
Zeni: 4,832
Items: Cookie, Heavy Weights, Simulator 2.0, Gravity Chamber (x100), Scouter, Muramasa, Senzu Bean, Space Pod
Profile Link: http://dragonballawakening.proboards.com/thread/1747/jaxine-caulie-mulligan-zeke-necross
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Post by Jaxine Caulie on Aug 20, 2014 14:48:45 GMT -5
[[ I don't think there's anything else I can add to add more closure here, so I'll go with an Exit. PL please, heavy weights in effect. ]]
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Post by graderr on Aug 22, 2014 18:32:46 GMT -5
Zeke: 5,174 pl awarded Masamune: 1,368 zeni
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