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Nov 21, 2023 15:23:35 GMT -5
Post by Taiyo on Nov 21, 2023 15:23:35 GMT -5
The crashing of waves, the bark and howl of the animals rang out. It was evident that a battle was happening on this sunny day. Trio of tyrant lizards had found themselves a nice snack, or so they had thought. The lake they battled at the edge of was large, with massive plains matching the edges of its waters. Waters that were not tranquil as the beasts raged against their small foe. Teeth snapping, claws flailing at mud and tails splashing water in vain attempts to hit their quarry.
Their prey this day was Taiyo, a man who had recently lost his swords to the general yangcong and the massive burns on his torso told the stories he was once injured. Though if he still felt pain, he didn't show it as he evaded the beasts attacks. Fangs from the left, talons from the right, one slip up was enough to cause a nasty gash in his shoulder. Yet the man continued to dash this way and that between them. He was striking back of course, but he was a sword monk, not a hand to hand fighter as his main form of combat. Despite this, even the gentlest of touches caused the beasts to tumble over before returning to the fray.
Their skin prevented him from doing lasting damage, their bones so thick they did not budge despite his blows. He wasn't trying to kill them, he could easily slaughter them with his flames and ice, but he wasn't trying to kill. They were just following their instincts, he had intruded upon their lands. Yet as a particularly powerful tail smashed into his side, sending him tumbling like a broken doll several yards away back onto shore, he wondered if he would survive this.
A few moments pass, the dust cloud of his travel kicked up hiding him from view. The Tyrants stared a moment, their toothy jaws licking their jaws. Food was always on their mind, and even as they moved in to see if they had finished him. When the smoke cleared, Taiyo was seated on the same spot he had come to a stop, smiling as his opponents approached. Oh he was hurt, but he wasn't showing it. He simply smiled up as trio surrounded him. One leaning down for a bite only for a wall of flames to circle around the man, encasing him in a protective barrier of flames.
Not the most elegant of solutions but he felt pretty clever, after all who would dive into a wall of flames to-
Taiyo was suddenly caught off guard as he was slammed into from behind, his whole body flung into the air. There in that moment of flight he saw that one of them had simply used its tail to put out the fire and hit him. Was it smirking at him?! He could swear that lizard was being smug. Though he couldn't in his right mind think that surely.
Well regardless of his thoughts, the human was now in the air tumbling about like a doll. He really needed to learn how to fly. Smashing face first into the lake, he was beginning to feel like a doll being played with. Sure he was strong, but he just didn't want to kill them. He was pretty sure he could outrun them. Rising up from his spot in the water, hair draped over his face hiding it from view. His whole attire now soaked, the monk could only blow the wet hair up to reveal and unamused face for a moment only for the wet hair to slap him in the face again.
"alright then..."
Taiyo sighed as he felt the air about him beginning to heat up, his clothing emitting steam as flames danced along his body. Ice froze the water at his feet, and his whole frame was quickly a contradiction. The fire was warming him up, the ice forming a landing for him to stand on. The trio did not waste anymore time, rushing him in furious roars, only to fall silent later as the whole area went suddenly eerily quiet, the air suddenly freezing cold. A summer day now a bitter winter as the whole area was flash frozen by ice. The trees having ice cycles pointed away from Taiyo.
The trio was very much alive, their eyes watching as the monk slowly limped past them towards the shore. The fight over in an instant, but it took to much out of him. The man was tired, now, his foot falls dragging as he tried to pull himself away from the enemy. Without his swords he could not focus his ki or magic, he expelled it in massive bursts, not able to be able to fully control them. This meant Taiyo was like a valve that when turned on, he couldn't simply turn it off. The area about the man was frozen like a wonderland, and even as he moved further inland, away from the lakes, the ice followed. Like a jealous mother who refuses to let her child go, the ice clung to him and held him firmly about his body.
The fires having gone out by now, leaving only the bitter cold on the summer day.
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It had been an hour after his fight, and taiyo had managed to make a camp fire. There he sat close to the flames, his frozen haori laying across a log as he sat crosslegged watching the flames. What was he going out here? Well... he didn't rightly know. He often times just... wondered and found himself in trouble. Today was no different. To aid in his inner warmth, the man pulled out a small set up for his smoke before began rolling his favorite kind of warming agent. He didn't take long to roll his favorite smoke and brought it to his lips.
He wondered what Derry was up to... and for a moment he found himself looking off into the distance while he leaned against a log to rest. He was exhausted but felt good. Today was a good day.
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Nov 22, 2023 7:43:47 GMT -5
Post by Callion on Nov 22, 2023 7:43:47 GMT -5
As Taiyo rested by the campfire, a faint shimmering energy began to materialize nearby. Gradually, the air seemed to distort, and within the subtle waves of energy emerged the spectral figure of Callion, the Saiyan in the form of a Force Ghost.
"Hey there," Callion's ethereal voice echoed, his presence a blend of curiosity and camaraderie. "Quite a show you put on back there with those lizard creatures. Impressive stuff. Your control over fire and ice is quite something to behold," he spoke, his voice carrying a weight of respect. His transparent form hovered near the flames, watching Taiyo with a faint smile. "Name's Callion. I couldn't help but drop in and see what all the commotion was about. You handle yourself pretty well, considering the circumstances."
The ghostly Saiyan's eyes glowed with an otherworldly intensity as he continued, "I'm currently on a little… Well… Training adventure myself. Training on Planet Yardrat, you know? But seeing your situation, I thought I'd reach out. I can feel your power from all the way over here. You seem to be quite the warrior.” He observed Taiyo's calm demeanor, despite the exhaustion evident in his eyes.
"It's not often I encounter someone who harnesses such dual elements with such finesse. The way you wield fire and ice simultaneously... it's intriguing." Callion's translucent form seemed to radiate with curiosity.
"Forgive my sudden appearance. I am Callion, a Saiyan on a journey of discovery and growth. Your mastery over these elements piqued my interest." He inclined his spectral form slightly, offering Taiyo a respectful nod. He gestured toward the campfire, "Mind if I join you? I may not feel the warmth, but the company is always appreciated."
There was a calmness about Callion, an aura of wisdom coupled with an air of camaraderie.
"Tell me, what brings you to this remote place? Adventures tend to have intriguing beginnings," he inquired, settling into an ethereal seat nearby, his form wavering slightly in the shifting light of the fire. Callion's spectral gaze lingered on Taiyo's attire, recognizing the telltale signs of a monk. "A monk, I presume," he remarked with a nod, a hint of recognition flickering in his eyes.
Memories of his own time as a monk flashed briefly through Callion's consciousness, a chapter of discipline, enlightenment, and duty. "I've walked a similar path once," he continued, a touch of nostalgia in his voice, "Though my journey took a different turn." The Saiyan's projection emanated a sense of shared experience, a silent understanding of the discipline and commitment that came with the monk's way of life.
"Your skills are impressive, Taiyo," he noted, a subtle nod of acknowledgment, "Facing those creatures with such finesse speaks volumes of your prowess." Callion's gaze drifted momentarily to the distant horizon before returning to Taiyo. "Yet, your encounter hints at a deeper story," he mused, "There's more to you than meets the eye, isn't there? The way you handle conflict speaks of restraint and purpose." His spectral form exuded a mix of curiosity and respect, eager to delve into the layers beneath Taiyo's serene exterior.
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Adrenaline Rush [x4]
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Nov 22, 2023 13:16:46 GMT -5
Post by Taiyo on Nov 22, 2023 13:16:46 GMT -5
Taiyo could only jump in surpise, nearly dropping his smoke as this sort of spirit suddenly formed before him. The man did a startled jump but quickly calmed down as he saw the new arrival clearly. Then the spirit began to speak, to which Taiyo couldn't possibly imagine how this was happening. How did this guy even know where he was? If he was on some other planet he must be some damn strong person to be able to be in two places at once. Taiyo wasn't one to feel pride in his abilities for combat, instead simply brushing off the compliment.
"Oh please, if you actually saw, I almost died."
Taiyo chuckled, humbly refusing to acknowledge his fumbling as anything worthy of praise. Whether it was self esteem or humble upbringings, Taiyo couldn't answer that honestly.
"But I thank you for your kind words. I welcome the company."
With that Taiyo gestured to the vast room around the fire. His companion was named Callion, who then confessed his interest in his abilities. Taiyo would left his arms, his haori sleeves lifting to reveal the two swords which housed the spirits of summer and winter. He smiled faintly, gently caressing the blades as if touching a wounded animal.
"The spirits are to be given credit... I only happen to be the body they can channel their energies... In truth I have no abilities of my own to note. I owe them everything, including my life."
Taiyo returned his gaze to his new companion who asked why he was present in this land, to which the man looked off to the horizon. He had always had the wondering spirit, an adventurer at heart he supposed. But as to why he was here in the wasteland today, there was no reason.
"I simply wished to leave the city... to see the world once more."
Taiyo gently touched the ground beneath him, feeling the grass in his fingers.
"Purpose? Restraint? Man I just got my ass kicked... haha!"
Taiyo gestured to his covered but bruised ribs from the tail swipe. He was glad Callion was willing to give him praise but he hardly felt that he deserved such high recognition for harming wild life.
"Thank you Callion. Your compliment was well appreciated but I am humble enough to know my real skill level. Deeper story though? Nah... I am just a thirty year old man who just... travels. I don't have to much to say.."
Taiyo thought back on his life, of the long journey to get here. Most of it was just him exploring the world, seeing the place in full and cherishing this little life he had. He was but a small spark in the endless sea of life, and he was quite content.. he should visit his wifes grave soon. It had been a month or so. This reflected in his sitting posture, leaning against the log with a faint smile upon his scruffy face. Taiyo was a man not a man who took pleasure in the money pleasures of this world, as evident by his current set up.
"But to be able to talk from another world? Now that... Thats bad ass. Heh, how the hell are you... well doing whatever you are doing."
Taiyo was glad to have company, his altered state of mind the man was able to tell Callion was a good man. Though he supposed if Callion could project his spirit in front of him, he was probably like most of those super strong fighters he heard about. He doubted he could win, not that he could sense ki or even fly to get to them if they fought.
Taiyo simply chuckled at the idea he was talking to ANOTHER spirit. But with the absence of his sword spirits... he was feeling rather lonely. It did him good to have someone to talk too.
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Nov 24, 2023 6:57:20 GMT -5
Post by Callion on Nov 24, 2023 6:57:20 GMT -5
Callion observed Taiyo, his astral projection hovering in silent acknowledgment of the man's response. There was a sense of camaraderie in Taiyo's demeanor, a humbleness that resonated with the monk's own experiences. As the Saiyan force ghost listened, a faint smile playing on his spectral lips as the monk recounted his recent skirmish and the role the elemental spirits played in it. The dance with the dual blades housing the spirits of summer and winter intrigued Callion, who could sense the potent energies resonating within.
"I understand," Callion responded with a serene nod, acknowledging Taiyo's modesty. "Sometimes, the simplest reasons bring us to places we never imagined." Callion spoke softly, giving several nods of his head in response; "There's a certain poetry in being the vessel through which the elements express themselves," Callion commented, a subtle nod acknowledging the symbiotic relationship between Taiyo and the spirits.
The Saiyan's spectral form radiated a quiet wisdom, "The spirits that guide your blades, they seem to bestow upon you a power greater than you credit yourself for. It's not solely about the strength you possess, but how you wield it."
Callion paused, a sense of introspection emanating from his ethereal form.
As Taiyo spoke of his humble journey, Callion's eyes gleamed with understanding. The Saiyan himself had traversed many lands, seeking enlightenment and purpose, and he recognized the familiar spirit of a wanderer in Taiyo's words. "Your journey, though seemingly aimless, holds value in its own right," he remarked, his voice carrying a gentle reassurance, "For in the quiet pursuit of discovery lies a wealth of experiences."
The monk-turned-Saiyan's projection held a subtle air of nostalgia, reminiscing about his own travels and the lessons learned along the way. When Taiyo brushed off the compliments, Callion chuckled, "Modesty is a virtue, Taiyo. But don't sell yourself short. Facing formidable opponents and walking away to share a tale is a triumph in itself."
"As for my... current state," Callion's form wavered slightly, a hint of amusement coloring his voice, "It's a technique I've honed through intense focus and training. The ability to project oneself across distances is but a fragment of the greater understanding of oneself and the universe. Let’s just say I had a… inspiration from a divine source."
His ethereal form seemed to shimmer as he continued, "It's a result of discipline, one that I've devoted much of my existence to perfecting."
There was a fleeting moment of silence as Callion regarded Taiyo, a sense of camaraderie evident in his presence, "You might find it surprising, but the boundaries of what we perceive as reality can often be pushed by dedication and discipline."
The astral projection of Callion remained, his presence a fleeting echo of another world, offering Taiyo a momentary connection beyond the confines of their surroundings. The warmth of the campfire flickered in the background as Callion continued, "You're not alone in cherishing the simple pleasures, Taiyo. Despite the realms we traverse and the battles we face, sometimes it's the quiet moments by the fire that hold the most significance."
The Saiyan's astral form exuded a sense of camaraderie, as if the firelight cast shadows of shared experiences on the invisible threads of their conversation.
"Tell me, Taiyo, what tales do you carry? What stories does the wind whisper to you as you roam this vast world?" Callion inquired, his eyes reflecting a genuine interest in the monk's journey.
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Forms
Adrenaline Rush [x4]
Zeni
11,838
Human
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Nov 29, 2023 13:31:01 GMT -5
Post by Taiyo on Nov 29, 2023 13:31:01 GMT -5
Taiyo listened to Callion speak, and he didn't disagree with the other being. Though Taiyo's thoughts returned to the to the spirits at his side. Callion continued to speak about his abilities, which explained that he had simply reached a point in his training he could do this. The monk simply nodded, trying to understand but he didn't train. He had only ever actually worked on his technique once, and his strength currently was only the results of his past times. Taiyo wasn't some genius, or some hidden prodigy, he was just a normal man but even so, he had reached this point through hard work.
"I see."
That was all he said about training, not wishing to speak about his old master who was gone now. Actually the more he thought about it, the more he realized just about everyone he cared about had died before him... He shook his head in thought about that, that was not a fun thing to pop into his head but it was there. Still Callion was a welcome distraction from his thoughts, and the monk simply smiled.
"Not much really... Though I will say you are the first saiyan I spoke to who hasn't attacked me yet. Now that isn't saying much, considering I only met the queen, and her general."
Taiyo then pointed with his thumb at the burns on his chest, his whole front was scarred tissue. Though his Haori hide most of it thankfully, the flesh was still trying to fix itself. It was a little gross to look at if one really focused on it and so the man shut the front of his Haori to hide his wounds.
"I ain't some mystic being, don't got a lot to tell you to be honest. I just like to smoke, and travel... been a while since I visited fiona."
Taiyo ideally thought, thinking about his wifes grave. yea he would like that very much. He couldn't imagine it was very clean after all this months. He had wanted to bury her in town, but she had refused. Instead she was born far from the modern world near korin forest.
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Dec 1, 2023 10:06:50 GMT -5
Post by Callion on Dec 1, 2023 10:06:50 GMT -5
Callion regarded Taiyo's scars with a solemn nod, acknowledging the pain and battles etched into the man's very being. He listened attentively, the flickering flames casting shadows on his spectral form as Taiyo shared more about his experiences with Saiyans.
The Saiyan nodded solemnly at the scars Taiyo pointed out, a silent acknowledgment of the battles the monk had faced. "Every scar tells a story," he responded quietly, "They're reminders of the trials we've faced, the moments that shape us, and it seems you’ve had your fair share of encounters," he remarked, his gaze reflecting a mix of understanding, curiosity, and empathy.
The Saiyan's eyes held a depth of empathy, a silent acknowledgement of the weight each mark carried.
The mention of Fiona brought a pause, a subtle shift in Callion's demeanour. "Visiting Fiona, it sounds like an important journey," he remarked, "To honour and remember, I assume Fiona holds a significant place in your heart?" He asked whilst observing, a gentle tone in his spectral voice became obvious.
He sat in silence for a moment, the crackling fire the only sound between them.
"You might not see yourself as mystic or grand, but there's an essence in your simplicity that's admirable," Callion said with a faint smile, "The dedication to your path, the resilience you carry—it speaks volumes."
He observed Taiyo, a sense of camaraderie in acknowledging the shared threads of their journeys.
"Sometimes, it's the ordinary moments that weave the most extraordinary tales," he added softly, a sense of solidarity in his words. Their encounter held a quiet companionship, two travellers crossing paths in the tapestry of their respective journeys.
Callion's spectral form wavered slightly, the stars above twinkling in the vast expanse of the night sky, witnessing this fleeting connection between two wanderers in the vast cosmos.
The Saiyan's ethereal presence conveyed a sense of shared moments and unspoken connections. "As for being the first Saiyan not to attack you, well, sometimes it takes a unique perspective to forge a different path," he mused, a glint of humour in his eyes. "You've met the Queen Zaks and her general? That's intriguing. Saiyans are a proud and fierce race. Meeting peaceful ones isn't common, huh?" Callion couldn’t help but joke, chuckling as he placed both hands on his hips, shaking his head. “Mind telling me what happened with that particular can of worms? Did she attack you, or?”
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