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 Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2013 11:25 pm
Greed
The Devil's Advocate • Rank: Adept
• bloodline: Diobolus
• Class: Berserker
• currently equipped: Bottom right picture
• feeling:
 Feared
Exalted
Evil?  As the man thanked him for the help, Greed simply shrugged. "Don't mention it. I'm just trying to help keep you alive kid... and the name's Greed. Ya know, like the emotion." He said before smiling at the gunslinger's choice. "I had a feeling you'd pick that... it's not my favorite style, but it has it's uses." Greed said before snapping his book shut, tossing the book into the air and watching it flip twice before his tail caught it, deftly placing the book back on it's shelf. He then stood, wiping his hands on his pants slightly before continuing. "Alright so Wing Chun... it's a bit of an awkward stance to learn, as i'm sure you've been told most of your life in close quarters combat to protect your face. However, in Wing Chun, your arms are placed in your chest area, below the face and forwards. This allows for a smaller gap from you to your opponent, letting your fists close the distance in a shorter time, as well as reducing the space it has to travel back to ready for another punch. Like this." Greed explained as he crouched, entering a wing chun stance. His arms were held just at about chest height, fists pointing towards the dummy in front of him. He would then send a blasting chain of blurringly fast punches, his fists pounding against the striking mats in a flurry before he stopped. He then stepped away from the striking mats, motioning for Jace to try. "Your turn, give it a shot. Once you're comfortable with the stance, we're gonna learn a few techniques. Oh, and I am a firm believer of learning from experience, so be ready to spar." He said to the human, figuring he may as well tell the man now instead of waiting for him to finish training before telling him. He wouldn't go full force, He just wanted to see if the gunslinger could at least get the basics of hand to hand defense down.
((First stage of Wing Chun is one post. After that, you can learn the skills for the first stage by yourself, just RP out Greed sparring with him to teach him the techniques.)) Theme song • Strength: 12
• Speed: 7 (tail has a speed of 9)
• Energy: 1000 "If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy." 
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Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2013 11:02 am
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Red preferred being outside than the claustrophobic confines of the indoors. Or she just liked the cold and being alone at times. Down and down the snow continued to fall, boots crunching the thin layer below her feet as she came to the center of the courtyard.
Her first maneuver was a simple stance, pivoting and turning her body as an elbow came up to slam into her invisible opponent. She did this in a series of repetitions, then switched sides. Red would then move, bringing her elbow down on the imaginary aggressor, this was better as an aerial jump and then a slight body over head roll. The elbow would then connect to their head for a deadly blow, this technique could even do damage to metal. She practiced with both sides before standing up again and centering herself.
The next skill, Red began to focus her energy. Great tyrant ripples flowing over her entirety. Amber eyes closed, shutting out the cursed darkness for her own. Normally anyone would hear the thrum of their heartbeat, or their steady breath, but she didn't have any of that. It was completely silent. Fingers spanned, clenched, and her arms raised parallel with the ground. It was the same idea as with her bone manipulation, only this was pure energy coming out the back of her elbows. Red raised her arms, the blade of energy arcing as she pivots and swipes the air forcefully.
With teeth gritting, she did it again and again, calling thee energy blades to slice from her arms as she slashed. Each time she grew faster in progress until it was at the point of just flashing out without so much as a thought. Rage. That was all she wanted to feel, brutal, bloody rage. The fight, the kill. She didn't want to conquer just dismantle.
Not everything was black and white, not every story told on the page.
The red head brought one elbow down as the same knee would come up. She repeated this until it became nothing but reflex, her core tightening to the movements. Then she would lunge into the air, elbows above head and bring them down with driving force. This was to knock the opponent out, at least for a while no doubt. Red would leap into the dark and then arch back before coming forward quickly and using her arms as the counter weights. Each time she would come down, thudding against the ground as she was bent over with arms together, elbows bent. After straightening, Red repeated each, going back and forth in the same spot enough that it was worn down and muddy. Eventually she moved, continuing the rigorous training in clean snow. It was only after awhile that she would stop and move on to another skill.
Moving on to Wing Chun, she centered herself, drawing up her leg in a kick. This would block the opponents energy kick. She switched legs and continued. Doing this back and forth for a while. Her arms would cross as if protecting her face and then she would kick out. This would be used to stun the aggressor, as a kick alone it wouldn't do any heavy damage but if coupled with an attack, it could do some surprisingly unique countering.
Next she would pivot back, putting her weight on her right leg and bring up, then forward, for a kick directed at would only be presumed as an invisible knee cap. If she put enough weight on that said knee cap, it would break the other persons leg. Red switched stances, doing the same with her left leg. Gradually the process changed, her kick coming around to what one would presume as sweeping an opponent off their feet.
As most would be tired, huffing, and needing rest, Red was fine. Her body generated no thermal heat, no need for oxygen, it didn't require rest like the rest of undead. She looked back into the training area, checking on Greed and Jace before settling down just outside the back doors. Her legs were folded over and under the other, palms pressing to the crossing point. Her chest rose as if she was sighing but nothing was inhaled or exhaled. Again she shut the world out, drawing energy from some void that she called home. The ripple of energy burst out as she began to sense the others chi. They were beacons in the dark. In the same sense, she blocked her own. This allowed herself to remain in the pitch abyss.
[Stage 3 & 4: Muay Thai learned][Stage 3: Chun Wing learned][Stage 1: Dim Mak learned]
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Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2013 3:15 pm
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__________ Str/Spd: 4/8 xxxEnergy: 1050/1050
__________ It must be in our minds...
Zethus woke with a start to find himself in a cold sweat. He pawed the moisture from his brow. Damnit, he thought, I'd hoped I'd gotten past that by now. Sighing, he got up and stretched, and walked back to the training area. He needed to focus on something. Anything. Work was better than being haunted by ghosts from the past. He pulled a few knives from their sheaths and threw.
[Learning Triple Knife: post 1/2]
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Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2013 3:50 pm
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Red grew bored, laying back on the wooden planks, lazily she picked up one of the books that had some more hand-to-hand training. Flipping through she settled on the the stage 2 of Dim Mak. The first skill it listed was sleep, a very easy skill to use at close range. One would need to pin point their chi to the aggressors shoulder, pressing on the nerve and blocking it. This would cause the victim to fall asleep for a short amount of time. Her fingers flipped through more pages, All of them were about general key points to focus chi into. Each one designed to cause the limb to go limp, rendering it useless. It had to be a forceful strike though, one that would target that specific point while using two fingers to make the blow. It wasn't a bad concept, however, getting close was the key.
Then it was getting into some pretty gruesome skills. Potty break, it sounded....terrible. Punching someone in their abdominal to make them defecate themselves. It didn't sound like a pleasant experience for anyone. Red laughed slightly, flipping the page to one of the other skills that wasn't so dirty.
Again it still tailored to hitting critical points on a person to cause their muscle to spasm, a painful spasm. It would make that limb immobile for a set about of time. Honestly most of this reminded her of a voodoo doll, or perhaps acupuncture. Just striking one point in the right spot could even paralyze said person. Red laid the book on her chest. Her head turning to look at the barren courtyard. What if the person was already dead? Their nerves hallow and useless. She didn't feel pain so how would this effect her...A low groan came from her lips, it was one of frustration. Fingers grabbed up the book again, continuing to just get this style learned.
Memory Wipe. It made her want to cringe...not at the technique itself but at the thought of her own being wiped. It was a different process altogether but the outcome just the same. Worse off, she wasn't mad about it. Maybe if this technique was used, then again, the memories would have came back in a few hours and not locked away until it was the 'right' time. It had made her confused, even more enraged. At that point in time it would have been rude...but now. There was nothing, she felt nothing and then his words replayed in her head. How did he think she would feel? Her lips turned down slightly, she forced the thoughts from her head, focusing on the training.
A few pages further was a basic falcon punch to someones stomach, though instead of them crapping their pants, they'd vomit. Which wasn't much prettier than the first. In that case at least it wouldn't get on you, this, even she knew that bile splatters. She has done it herself. Without a second thought, she quickly turned the page, a smile forming at the edges of her pale lips. Acid claws. Red dropped the book down to her chest, raising her right hand into the air and augmenting it. Her nails grew like razors ripping through flesh, they were almost a foot long, and pointed. With concentration, whirls of energy licked the cadaverous flesh. As she focused, it drew into her limb, pushing down into her hand and down through her nails. Their color turned a more acidic green, like battery acid. It was chi itself that was the acid and if it touched someone elses flesh, it would act as so. Gradually though, she forced the flux of energy back, making her hand normal again.
Red rolled and stood up. Dusting herself off. For the moment she focused on one other skill in a completely different style. The feral rushed forward, and at the last second, shifted. It was a phantom technique, generally used to fake out the opponent. She would do it again, and again. Shifting to one side or the other, preparing for either.
Then she would just stop and stand there. She was growing bored with the hand to hand..even though she still had plenty more to learn. Red scooped up the books and headed inside to continue.
[Stage 2 & 3: Dim Mak learned] [Phantom Feint learned]
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Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2013 7:45 pm
 Trainee Citizen Jace started by mimicking Greed's stance, it felt a little off to him so he adjusted to where it felt comfortable to him but still keeping I mind what would be fundamental to the style. he would drop his stance several times and get back into it developing his muscle memory, so that the stance was automatic. Once he felt comfortable he went to a padded training dummy and began to strike at it slowly at first then gradually building up speed at a steady pace, it didn't take long before the tempo of his strikes had the dummy almost vibrating from each of his hits.
(Stage 1 wing Chun learned)
After he was finshed with learning the most basic parts of his new style Greed pulled him from the dummy and began to teach him the most simple technique, a counter, one that would be very useful to Jace during the sparring session later. First Greed demonstrated by having Jace throw some punches his way. The Diabolus effortlessly dodged Jace's first strike and sent his own sailing to Jaces head, giving him an instant headache. Greed then had Jace practice the motion of the twisting and striking. Both to the left and the right, situation would dictate which he used in real life so he needed it to be muscle memory for both. When Greed thought Jace had it down he waited for Jace to stop to take a quick rest as he often needed to being a beginner, and then he threw a punch towards his chest. Jace easily dodged and sent his fist sailing at the diabolus' head surprising himself with how automatic the reaction was, Jace wouldn't have known it by watching Greeds reaction but the Diabolus said it was a good hit... for a human anyway.
(Shifting punch learned)
Greed took Jace back to the Dummies and demonstrated the next move, the Diabolus sent three quick strikes to the throat of the dummy, the dummy sliding backwards with each strike and then sent an elbow flying and knocked the dummy over. Jace practiced this after and while at first he struggled to get the same reactions, Greed talked him through what he was doing wrong and Jace had corrected it in no time. Jace practiced this move for a good bit longer than the last one in order to get it down to muscle memory. After a while Greed had Jace try it on him to get a feel for how well he'd learned it. Greed had been satisfied with the results. While jace's punches were weak they were fast and hit the way they were supposed to.
(Straight Blast Learned)
Once Jace had learned all of the Wing Chun he could at the time Greed sparred with him. There was more than one purpose for this, to toughen Jace up, make him want to avoid getting hit and to counter or dodge instead since he wouldn't be able to take a direct hit like any one but a human could, and to give Jace a good fighting instinct for hand to hand. When they Finished sparring Jace all but collapsed. Being a gunslinger trainee he wasn't yet used to so much physical exertion for such a period of time... on that note he certainly wasn't use to having all these bruises... xxxSTATSX Strength: 5 X Speed: 9 X Energy: 500 xWEAPONSDagger Semi-Automatic X2xxAmmo 57 (60 max)xxxRight Hand Mag: 9 (12 max)xxxLeft Hand Mag: 12 (12 max)"Its better to be smart than strong these days."
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Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2013 7:56 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 16, 2013 7:57 am
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__________ Str/Spd: 4/8 xxxEnergy: 1050/1050
__________ It must be in our minds...
It seemed like Zethus had been doing better before he'd slept. It was obvious to even the most casual of onlookers that something was bothering him. His aim was constantly off now, and once he even missed the target he'd aimed at entirely. Growing frustrated, he threw faster and more erratically, which in turn made him more frustrated when he missed again.
You're not giving up on this, are you?
He fumbled the throw, the knife flying over the shoulder of the training dummy. The voice belonged to Dene; the phrase spoken years ago, when they were in high school.
Come on dude, all you have to do is try.
"Not now. Please, not now!" Not even bothering to gather his thrown knives, Zethus fast-walked out the door. All that mattered was outrunning his past.
[Learned Triple Knife.]
[EXIT]
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Posted: Wed Oct 16, 2013 12:51 pm
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Upon returning to the inside quarters, she moved to the longswords. It was odd to hold them, almost unnatural to her but she held on, gripping the hilts tightly. Red moved over to one of the more sturdier wooden dummies. The first stance she stood at a perpendicular to the stationary target, she first slashed upward and quickly counter with a diagonal slash with the opposite hand to make an x. Then her right hand would slash vertically downward while the hilt of her left one would rise, striking the dummy supposedly in the chin. The same scenario would happen only with the other arm.
Red would move back, placing one blade level with the ground as her left leg was brought up and thrusted out, kicking the dummy. This correlated with her other hand, driving into the dummy immediately after. The same would be repeated with the other side, making sure that neither would dominate the other in ability or strengthening. Still, she would back up more and advance upon the wooden block with a leap, raising one blade up to catch the glint of the light and then slash at the head area. Her other blade would cut across, striking just below the jawline of the opponent. After several bouts her stance would change, holding the blades out, barely touching the shoulders of the dummy. With a flick of her wrist the blades would simultaneously slice at the neck and rotate back around her forearms. One blade would slam into the ground as her body would arch and flip. Landing with a thud her boots shifted from the crouch, and rush forward with the counter sword. Bringing the blade across her chest and slashing the dummies in reflex. Each repetition became faster, easier to handle and calculate.
Sheathing one blade, the other would come up, her palm against the blade as a flux of jetting energy flowed over and around the steel. The feral pushed forward, bringing the tip of the blade down and then up in a diagonal slash but because the dummy was securely bolted to the floor, the momentum pushed her backwards. The atack itself was purely energy as the steel never actually touched the wood, but it did leave a long, deep gash across its chest. Red readied herself again, this time with the opposite hand as the lead. The energy swarming over steel as the same scene played out, her moving, slashing and then sliding back several feet from the sheer force of it all. The closer her blade came to the dummy, the deeper the energy sliced into the grains.
Rolling her shoulders, Red would pivot her feet to the left, making a complete 360. With the whole movement her blade is gradually webbed with energy, the electrical tendrils slithering over the mercury-looking metal. Suddenly she came to a stop, in that moment, a wave of energy erupts from the blade. Arching and spanning outward in a violent torrent of a black slash. The dummy itself made a loud crack as the wave sliced it directly in twain. Oak whined and dropped to the ground. This time she moved counter clockwise, doing the same skill to slice the collapsing thing to the ground. The blade would raise up and rotate of her wrist before committing to a full two handed slash downward. Again the oak groaned, a large notched rivet cutting the small remaining block.
Stepping back Red raised the blade upward, over her head. Holding it there, the grasp clenching, squeezing leather. The block wasn't a block anymore, it was a face. She scoffed and gritted her teeth. It was then that she brought the sword down, stabbing the thing over and over. The strength in her arms augmenting, yanking the blade up and down again.
Her vermilion gaze turned towards the rafters as the porcelain woman stepped back, the blade resting. Red crouched down and made a low lunge to come a full swing upward, the steel slashing all the way. At the end of this move would usually slice right into the skull of the aggressor. However, with her dummy in shambles, it was unlikely that the head would be removed when it already was. Lowering again, her left leg extended and she moved, rising with the same great force as before. The next move she would flip the blade over her wrist, catching it to swing down at the stand of the dummy and in the same shift the blade would rise up and swipe the air. Then as a finishing move, and with a tight grip on the hilt, the longsword came down nicking the remaining side of wood.
Taking a few steps back, then three steps forward, Red jabbed the blade through the air in a quick, powerful thrust. Returning to her normal stance again but this time the weapon would move upward then halt, descending into another jab, a stab at the torso area. As for a final move, she rushed in, bring the alloy up in a drawn out slash only this time she would step to the left, and let the blade go. It would continue its spin as her head would grab the hilt but kept her body in the rotation as the continuous slashing became one long downward slicing. She would repeat with the other side, daringly letting go and drawing back into the swing before coming to a complete stop.
Stepping back, the blade would swipe downward, pointed off at her right side before putting the weapon back into its proper container, though she still kept the one on her back as the strap was hoisted hip to shoulder. The pieces of wood were all discarded and the broken dummy removed.
Then it was time be lazy, or somewhat of the sort.
[Learned: Defiance Style]
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Posted: Wed Oct 16, 2013 4:02 pm
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Out of sheer boredom, Red had propped up her feet on top of the desk and reclined back. Her chin resting a single palm as her right arm hled the weight of her upper body. A dull, unenthusiastic expression covering pallid pallor.
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Posted: Wed Oct 16, 2013 6:44 pm
(I will be adding on to this instead of running up a ton of posts, just kind of juggling a thing or two) Trainee Citizen When Jace had finished with his break he immediately jumped back into his training, beginning first with his element. The first move on his list was the air funnel being almost exactly like air suction bit more powerful Jace used the same strategy as he had when learning air suction. He lifted a dummy a bit to get a feel for the weight and decided it would do for his purposes. He imagined the cone again making the cone larger and imagined it moving faster. The dummy barely responded only wobbling slightly, he wasn't sure why it hadn't worked, but then he remembered reading something about energy in that book.
(1/2)
This time Jace started off with a cone of the same size as what he usedfor air suction, he began to imagine slowly feeding the cone energy, watching it grow larger an larger as it went. The thought occurred to Jace that if he were to put too much energy into it that the technique would fail still, becoming very imprecise and random, only sending a slight breeze through the building. Keeping this in mind he got to a point he felt should be about right, committing to memory how his body felt, what the cone looked like and all else he would need to reproduce the results of his next blast and adjust. The first one failed from too much energy. Jace continued on making his adjustments until finally it worked! Unfortunately Jace didn't anticipate his success and the dummy flew into him knocking him over along with it. "I should probably pay more attention," Jace gasped out of breath. He wasn't talking to anyone in particular bu rather anyone who may have witnessed his embarrassing episode.
(Air Funnel Learned)
The next technique on his list was the air shield, for this Jace would try to make a wide gust of air in front of him, the technique said the most effective way to use it would be just to deflect things so a sweeping gust, seemed to be the way to go. He was now pretty good at getting the desired results from his element s it didn't take him long to learn the basic effect but it needed a lot of refining, after practicing for a good while he felt he had the basics down well enough.
(1/2)
It occurred to Jace that while h had the basics down it would still be impractical, his shield for now was pretty small, he needed to practice his manipulations of size and direction in order to be able to react appropriately in a combat situation. He first tried manipulating the size and then the direction of the gusts then he did a randomized combination of both several times, until finally he was satisfied with his mastery of the technique.
(Air Shield learned)
Next up was Gliding, the book said he needed a wide object to do this, Jace didn't have anything like that, he thought for a minute his hand on his chin in a pose somewhat like the thinker but standing up. Then he saw the bottom of his Jacket hanging close to his calves. He put a small hole into the bottom of each side where the zipper started. Then he tied his boot laces to them and walked about a bit. Luckily, it didn't restrict his movement, and it didn't look bad either, Jace was scared he would look goofy as all hell but he didn't "I'm a ******** genius!"
(1/2)
Jace then went to a high point in the room and thought of how he would push air into the jacket to glide. It would act somewhat like a parachute but the air could come out of the bottom of the jacket also giving some forward momentum, he jumped and came to find out it worked just like he thought it would, he was exciting up until he saw the ground rushing towards his face, he hadn't thought about his landing! thinking quickly he blew a gust of air similar to the air shield into the shoulders of his jack to put his feet under him and he hit the ground stumbling "Note to self, next time make that look better," despite that small hitch Jace felt comfortable he could glide if he needed to, he didn't see himself using that too much in combat anyway.
(Gliding Learned)
Next move was air spout, it occurred to Jace that this skill could combine pretty well with gliding to give him extra distance or whatever. He started out by training his sustainment of the gusts of wind seeing as this was supposed to last for a bit, and also practice some of his other skills at the same time to ensure that he could somewhat multitask when he was going to perform the skill.
(1/2)
When Jace got the multitasking down he prepared for the real deal. He set himself a height limit and decided that it would be best to blow the wind into the shoulders of his jacket again, He rose and fell on the spout of wind controlling his ascent and this time... his descent as well.
(Air Spout Learned)
The next Skill Jace read about in the book made him burst into a fit of laughter, break wind, this would not only give him the ability to fart on command but also potentially blow people away with it. It was an extremely laughable use of his element but probably effective. All he could think about for the moment was how he could use this one for mischief. Jace had the courtesy to step outside for this portion of his training, he was sure no one would want to be trapped in whatever stench might be created. And then he began to fart, to fart more powerfully and faster and louder than he had before, he was enjoying this a little too much and did it for almost a half hour
(1/2)
When Jace remembered that he was training and not simply goofing off he started to control himself more practicing more on getting a specific effect instead of experimenting with all those that he could produce. Then after his final blowing of the butt trumpet which blasted away a good portion of the snow behind him he politely waited for the smell to dissipate and walked back inside still giggling to himself.
(Break Wind Learned)
Finally Jace was on his final technique, Great Breath it was a simply enough skill and it was a lot like break wind except for the fact this was the first one that involved his lungs. He practiced more or less the same way But spent a little less time goofing around and a little more time stretching out his lungs to improve the capacity.
(1/2)
When Jace felt confident again in his new ability he took aim at a group of dummys and blew as best he could trying to knock the three of them over, while he only knocked down the center one the other 2 did slide back a ways. Jace figured that would at least make a lesser opponent pause to dig their heels in so to speak and was happy with the results.
(Great Breath Learned) xxxSTATSX Strength: 5 X Speed: 9 X Energy: 500 xWEAPONSDagger Semi-Automatic X2xxAmmo 57 (60 max)xxxRight Hand Mag: 9 (12 max)xxxLeft Hand Mag: 12 (12 max)"Its better to be smart than strong these days."
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Posted: Wed Oct 16, 2013 7:25 pm
Greed
The Devil's Advocate • Rank: Adept
• bloodline: Diobolus
• Class: Berserker
• currently equipped: Bottom right picture
• feeling:
Feared
Exalted
Evil? Greed would leave the trainee to figure his s**t out on his own for a second, deciding he probably didn't have to babysit him. Jace seemed like he could handle himelf at this point. He opened up a book and began reading up on the Raging Fist style. After learning how to learn the first stage, the berserker would put some heavy weights on his fists and ankles, giving a few experimental kicks with them. He nodded, satisfied that training with these would suffice to help with the rest of the foundation for training in this style.
The first skill was simple, it was called wavering fist. Facing one of the punching bags, Greed would wave his right hand in the air before quickly striking out with his left hand in a powerful punch. This made the bag sway heavily. With a pair of energy enhanced claws, this could easily be deadly.
The next skill was another simple one. Iron trap was a technique to quite simply grab a hold of somebody and refuse to let go. Walking over to one of the torso shaped dummies, he would wrap his hand around it's neck in a firm grip. When he removed his hand, there were even cuts from his claws on the dummy. The Diabolus backed away from the dummy, walking over to his book and deciding to read some more of it.
(Raging fist stage 1 & skills learned. Learned)
The next stage of raging fist required quick bursts of punches. Greed walked over to one of the striking mats, weights still upon his arms. He then began punching the striking mat as fast as he could, focusing on increasing the tempo steadily as his punches became mechanical, almost at a machinegun rate. After a good amount of time had passed the hail of strikes would stop suddenly, the demon deciding he had done enough.
After he had finished the rather quick strikes, Greed would walk over to the punching bag. Ah, good ol' bag work. However, he would not be doing much. This skill was almost exactly like the muay thai elbow skill he already knew. Spinning quickly, he struck the bag so hard with the sharp tip of his elbow that there was a loud popping sound. He shrugged and moved away from the small rip in the bag, deciding some tape would fix it right up.
Greed shook his head as he thought of the torn open punching bag. He kept in mind that elbow strikes were very good techniques to keep in mind if he wanted a powerful hit. He then walked over to his book and began to read some more of it on the raging fist style.
The next skill was called violent fist. It basically put his earlier training to use, landing multiple debilitating strikes into a quick amount of time. The Diabolus walked over to the striking mat once more, deciding to use this rather than another bag.
As he stepped up to the mat, immediately a series of rapid strikes would hit the mat in several crucial areas, Greed's hands mimicking hitting the weak spots of an opponent's guard. This skill reminded him of Wing Chun, except the strikes were far more debilitating than most of the wing chun skills.
The next skill he needed to go over was hammer fist. It was a skill he rarely used, as it was easily countered. However, if it landed it didn't feel too good on an opponent either. Walking over to a dummy, he would bring a single fist crashing down upon it's head. Simple enough right?
The next skill was called arcing uppercut. Greed sent his fist smashing directly into the dummy's gut, sending it high into the air. As it came back down to the ground, the berserker would dexterously jump and flip backwards in the air, spinning as he kicked the dummy and his hands touched the ground before he finished the backhandspring and landed on his feet.
(Raging fist stage 2 & skills learned)
The next stage of raging fist revolved around striking trees with the shins in order to make them stronger. Greed had already undergone this training in muay thai, so he didn't spend that long doing it before he was convinced he cound handle extremely hard kicks to a hard surface. He then moved on to the rest of the style.
The demon picked up his book with a sweeping movement of the obsidian black tail, catching it deftly. He then opened it up and began reading. The first skill was an important one, and would essentially allow him to do blade catch. However, since no energy was required he could do this skill more easily.
The reason no energy was required was because his hand would never come into contact with a blade. Instead, his hand would hit the crook of the opponent's elbow, preventing them from completing the swing. Due to this, the skill could even be used outside of an iron or steel form.
"Hey you there! yes you. Ninja boy. swing your sword at me, i'm gonna block it." Greed said to a random swordsman wielding a katana. The man looked over at him, nodding his head in affirmation.
The man took on a ready stance, exhaling as he readied himself for a fast strike. As he focused, he nodded and his muscles tensed. His arms began moving, initiating the slash.
However, just as soon as the slash was initiated it was stopped by a quick hand, the palm striking into the crook of his arm and making him drop his weapon. Greed smiled at the technique, admiring how easy it was. It was even easier than blade catch in his opinion.
The last skill he needed to learn for stage three was called overhand crush. It was a simple skill, and didn't take much effort. However, it was pretty powerful. Greed walked over to a dummy and smashed his fists on top of it's head, completely shattering it's hardwood head from the strength of the blow.
(Raging fist stage 3 & techniques learned)
Theme song • Strength: 12
• Speed: 7 (tail has a speed of 9)
• Energy: 1000 "If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."
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Posted: Wed Oct 16, 2013 9:28 pm
Trainee Citizen Jace slumped to the floor again after learning all of the wid techniques he could for the time being, he needed a bit of a break, "Good thing I'm wind, Maybe I'll catch my breath faster." Jac took the time to take a look around the training center, Greed was still training hard, and Red was sitting at a desk looking bored. Jace figured that she must be done with whatever practice or training she had for the day. The thought flashed through his mind to strike up a conversation to entertain her somewhat while he regained his energy for yet another bout of training but he couldn't decide whether or not it would be a good idea. So he just kept looking around watching Greed train for a bit trying to avoid staring at the captain or at anyone else in particular, but his curiosity would get the better of him every few minutes, and his gaze would shift in the direction of the Feral Captain for a moment, before he would remember it was rude to stare. xxxSTATSX Strength: 5 X Speed: 9 X Energy: 500 xWEAPONSDagger Semi-Automatic X2xxAmmo 57 (60 max)xxxRight Hand Mag: 9 (12 max)xxxLeft Hand Mag: 12 (12 max)"Its better to be smart than strong these days."
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Posted: Wed Oct 16, 2013 10:31 pm
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The vermilion oculars would shift over to Jace from behind their fractioned stare, she gaze unfaltering, unblinking. It was after the few short looks that Red slammed her boots to the wooden flooring, and gave rise from the swivel chair. Her fine features were soft but stern, it was her eyes though that maintained deadly daggers. The redhead crossed the threshold of the CAZ, the slightest cross of legs and sway of hips. It was no time that she stood in front of the sitting man, she as feral true but her body wasn't one of those rotting corpses. Her skin was an almost bleached span of fair flesh and bruising. In truth, she'd never have to replace any part of her body, it stayed in stasis.
At first she didn't say anything, but she would smirk and lean down, palms pressing to thighs. Scarlet tresses fell forward, cascading in the air.
"It's rude to stare if you're not the King." The response low and audible to only him and her. "Now get off your a** and get done."
Red moved away from the human, a huge grin on her face as she walked back to desk and reclaimed her laziness.
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Posted: Thu Oct 17, 2013 10:54 am
Greed
The Devil's Advocate • Rank: Adept
• bloodline: Diobolus
• Class: Berserker
• currently equipped: Bottom right picture
• feeling:
Feared
Exalted
Evil?
((You can read the whole thing if you want... none of it really concerns red except for the last paragraph in the post though lol.))
As Red accosted the gunslinger for staring at her, the demon would shake his head and walk over to a few mats on the floor. He would sit dead center in the middle of the mats. His vermillion colored hues would snap shut, and he began to meditate, feeling his own chi rush through his body. He had done similar training for his inner storm style, so discovering his own inner chi was not that new to him.
The first skill was called chi sense, one that was close to useless to the Diabolus. Focusing his gaze, he could already naturally see the energy of people due to his bloodline. However, upon focusing he noticed he could spot the chi points within the people in the room. It was an easy technique to learn.
The next skill was almost the same, yet completely opposite. A skill called chi block, it would prevent other energy sensers from seeing him with that method. He focused on his chi, blocking it off from other peoples senses. Once he was done, he decided it was time to move on.
(Stage 1 dim mak & skills learned)
Greed held off on dim mak training for now. He could learn more, but due to the fact that he had claws on his hands, he decided that holding off on the techniques would be for the best. So for now, he decided to learn a new stage for a different style.
He decided to get closer to mastery at Muay Thai. The last stage would be quite difficult to learn, as he was well aware. However, this stage is also where most of the strongest muay thai techniques were hidden.
Walking over to a training dummy, he began practicing his elbow and knee strikes. Muay Thai was called 'the art of eight limbs' for a reason. If he wanted to master it completely, he had to be able to use his elbows and knees just as fluently. after battering the dummy for a while, he would move on.
Now it was time for clench work. Wrapping his hands around the back of the dummies head, he would feed it strikes from his fists, elbows and knees periodically, before suplexing it to the ground. He then began beating the dummy while he was on top of it.
For the next part of his Muay Thai training, Greed decided to focus on the explosiveness of his jumps. He would squat before jumping as high as he could in the air, each time touching the cieling. He repeated this simple maneauver over and over again, and it wasn't long before he began to feel a burning sensation in his legs.
After much time of doing this, something triggered inside of Greed. For some reason, the next hop was nearly twice as explosive as the last, sending the Diabolus literally up and through the roof of the CAZ. He landed on the roof, before jumping back down through the small hole he had just inadvertently created.
"Hm... maybe next time i'll train outside. That s**t was unexpected." He said to himself as he landed on his dark colored combat booted feet. He then moved onto bag work. Walking over to one of the uninjured bags, he would begin striking it with a flurry of hand and arm strikes, making a loud striking sound each time he hit it.
After a while of throwing hands at the bag, the bag would literally break off of it's chain, rolling away from the Diabolus a few feet. "And... I think i'm done. That wasn't so hard I guess." He said with a shrug before looking at the techniques. He groaned, realizing that he would need a partner for most of these skills. The Diabolus's eyes shifted over every single person in the room. He could ask the gunslinger, but these techniques would probably destroy him; literally. The NPC ninja still looked a little butthurt and indignant with how easily Greed had managed to disarm him. Zethus had literally just left, so it wasn't like he could chase The dradnought down to practice his techniques on him. That left the Waktu guy with a robot arm... and Red. Greed sighed, deciding the Captain would have to do. Jeez, talk about a large abundance of choices... she works for me I guess. He would walk over to the bag, superheating the chain with a concentrated flame until it was literally white hot before he lined the links up so they were touching each other. He then slammed his hand down against the chain in a single powerful motion, using his fist much like a blacksmith hammer. This fixed the broken links on the punching bag hanging chain. He would then hang the baf back up before turning towards Red's desk, walking over there in a long stride and clearing the distance in a short amount of time. Placing his hands on the edge of her desk, Greed would lean forward with a glint in his mischievous vermillion orbs. "Now sweetie, I know you're busy and everything, but listen... I'm on the last stage of Muay Thai, and training on dummies doesn't exactly cut it no more. I'd ask the 'slinger over there, but I think i'd break him 'fore I could get through the first technique. You though, you look considerably more... sturdy. Anyways, can ya help me out?" He asked her with a raised eyebrow and his usual cocky half smile, waiting for her response. If she didn't help him... hell, he could always train on somebody else. He just didn't feel like getting blamed for scaring away all the new kids by beating them up before they could even get a real mission. Theme song • Strength: 12
• Speed: 7 (tail has a speed of 9)
• Energy: 1000 "If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."
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Posted: Thu Oct 17, 2013 11:14 am
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Laggardly she looked up at Greed's s**t eating grin. "Oh golly, jee, Jimmy. I guess I can play nice with others." Her Doc Martens slammed to the floor and she moved from the comfortable chair. "Actually, I think I have that left also...so if it is okay with you, Princess. We will both train. Let's go outside." Red walked around the desk, past Greed and towards the training courtyard. It was still snowing but surely a half dressed hotblooded man could handle a little bit of snow.
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