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 Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2016 6:13 pm
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"Hey! Get back here!" Oro shouted to the one who kept climbing. He stomped his feet and shook his fist for a moment, but then dismissed it with a cocky
"HEH. No matter. I'll just kill him when he comes to bury his friend here," he said to himself as he cockily wiped his nose with his finger. He turned to meet the gaze of his opponent with head, not body.
"That's right. That means you, Paco," he barked as his shoulders became square again. "I, the Iron Phoenix Oro, will pummel you into dust right here." With one hand on his hip and the other stuck in his raven bangs, "Oh MAN! You'd better start praying, son, 'cause 'round here they call me the reaper." The derisive laugh crescendoed as Oro took to the balls of his feet and launched himself at his opponent like a torpedo.
"URR--GET READY TO DIE! DRAGON FANG!" Loud enough, though, wasn't he? The boy came at the thief with a fierce chain of attacks meant to disrupt and dismantle him: finger jab, elbow, other elbow, backfist, haymaker. His attacks didn't seem to lack in power or intensity, but perhaps because of that they might have been easily read.
"Don't you know? The war isn't over," explained Ananda, fending off enemies himself with telekinesis. "I'm sure you've been told by those at the school that this battle had concluded years ago, but what they haven't told you was that it was just the start; all it did was open up a new frontier one which both our sides fought."
"He's right, guys..." Death the Kid now darkened a square of the crater, holding out his hands in a commanding way. "Liz, Patty."
"Hai!" He started blazing away at the enemy. Soon the rest of them showed up: Soul Eater, Black Star, all of them. The clowns were going down as planned, but they would start to come back. Witches and Warlocks had entered the fray too. Soon it was a giant brouhaha on Earth's natural satellite.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2016 10:30 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2016 8:26 pm
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The first round of the fight went to the interloper. His speed was great enough to turn Oro's confidence into embarrassment. It wasn't long before he'd built a ring to mock Oro's brash, showboating demeanor. It was around this time, frustrated, inexperienced, sloppy, that Oro gave Mikishka an opening to exploit.
Back at the monastery, the monks were out carrying on as they normally did--discussing various texts and sermons they'd heard from the venerable lips of the headmaster and higher Phoenixes, running drills in formation, meditating, welcoming the occasional pilgrim and accepting their gifts--all that stuff. Suddenly their foundation was shaken--literally or figuratively.
"So... He has returned." Enlai was seated on his cushion adorned with fine tassels when he felt the impact, sensed the presence he'd long hoped to forget. The center of the room he was in was empty save himself, his modest seat, and a metronome. He sat there often, meditating and giving sermons and discourses to the elite gatherings of seasoned members of the order. There was a peace in that that he fought for, earned; when he banished Valuen he was sure he'd secured that peace. "Bring me my staff. I'll be in the courtyard."
"Sir!" He'd spoken his order before the monk standing there. Poor guy had meant to ask Enlai if he was alright, if he had sensed what everyone else was already talking about. In a moment they were in the main courtyard with the others. Over a thousand came pouring in, some taking fighting stances, others staring with blank curiosity at the oddity placed before them.
"It has not yet been ten thousand years; why have you come back to us, Valuen?"
"HMPH." For a moment Oro had been reduced to a coughing lump of robes; now he was a scarecrow with matted bangs and a tunic dulled by dust and rubble. Queue obligatory wipe-the-blood-from-the-corner-of-your-mouth. "You don't know who you're messing with. I'm gonna wipe the floor with you!" Oro somersaulted into the ring and struck a wide stance, tightening his gaze his opponent, picking his moment. In an instant he rushed at the thief again, aiming sharp hooks and jabs at the upper quarter of his frame while advancing with occasional kick to the leg.
Ananda was seated far above the crater now, watching the action unfold. Amara's attacks would put a dent in the forces, and the Shibusen fighters were doing their job as well, but for whatever reason it looked like their efforts were in vain.
"You... You're a witch??" One student said upon seeing Amara's display. "I... But how? I thought we didn't allow witches to near our side." Suddenly those around her would begin to turn on her.
"Kill the witches! It's a trap!" The madness was pouring in. Large blasts assailed the group from above, making flight impossible, while the larger clowns aimed to flatten the group with their immense strength. Things were looking bad; it was do-or-die time on the Moon.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2016 10:09 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2016 1:17 pm
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Luckily for Oro he was something of a prodigy. Sure, he might've skipped out on a few session, but he did eventually learn the basics. Applied to his natural talent, it made him deceptively strong. With the widened stance of Dragon form, Oro was in position to block his opponent's kick. To follow up he pulled back and spun, movement number five, and aimed his heel at Mikshka's chin.
And now they were fighting. Dozens of less-experienced monks fell to the unwelcome guest's might, There were a dozen or so higher warriors who would hold off Valuen's advance.
"ENOUGH!" Enlai swept his hand across the congregation. The fighting stopped and the old master hopped down over all the steps between himself and his former pupil. "If our old brother has set himself on fighting us, so be it. We will oblige him--all three thousand and thirty-three of us!" Enlai clanged his staff against the cobble and there came a rushing torrent of monks from all corners of the monastery. All of them looked ready to die for the man who summoned them. They did not attack, however.
"Whatever business you have with my school can be finished with me," said the old man. "I will show you once and for all that folly does make a student better than his master. You will see the difference between us!" Some of the monks began chanting. Enlai's power skyrocketed to unprecedented levels. It seemed Valuen would have his work cut out for him.
In space things were coming to a head. Just as the bulk of Shibusen was either losing out of distraction or attacking Amara, the cap on Yako's power was finally popped. Thereafter ensued a blinding light which rolled out over the entire moon like a tsunami. After Yako's onslaught there was no sign of the enemy, nor of the Shibusen forces; even Ananda had vanished at some unknown time during the attack, gone without a trace.
No matter how long they looked for the monk their efforts would be in vain.
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2016 10:29 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2016 7:10 pm
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Man on the Moon pt. I
Hindsight
After the fight on the moon there was time enough for the group to explore as much as they wanted. Unfortunately, all they would find was cold space and a much more conventional, featureless surface of the moon. If they continued they would find the only thing of note was a strange symbol. Later research would reveal it was a rune meaning “man.” Despite the sudden and mysterious end to their fight, any wounds received by the group would disprove theories of illusion.
Xuza Uriel and Mira Naigus, having entered the desert and found a similarly arcane symbol, corroborated the rune’s significance. They had quite an adventure as well, doing battle with the ferocious femme-fatale Lamia. The end of the fight was marked by the arrival of a strange traveler, who seemed to live in the desert. His name was Hideaki Katsuro. For better or worse, the mysterious warlock sent the group away, saying there was nothing out here but madness. Wishing to analyse the image they saw, Mira and Xuza agreed, vowing to return with help.
A month passed by like a short sigh; at the monastery things seemed to drag a little bit. Yako and Yosuzume were asked to join Mire and Xuza in investigating. They were all ready to help Amara train to control her powers, Xuza taking charge and offering to lead group training sessions. Meanwhile the monks at the monastery were surprised at how long they had gone without hearing from Oro. He had missed the funeral service of Enlai--many of the monks had simply assumed he was dead.
This was not the case. Like those in the Shibusen group, Oro had been training; unlike them, he was subjecting himself to the harshness of the wilderness. He became hard, tough, fiery, and when he burst into the main hall of the monastery some failed to recognise him--if only for a moment. He didn’t stay long; the only thing he did was make preparations to leave again and bid some of his brothers farewell, saying he would not rest until he had the heads of the intruders. Sanji, the new headmaster, began ramping up defenses around the monastery.
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