Post by Bernael on May 6, 2016 2:07:57 GMT -5
It was another night... as the scorned Demon Prince would walk into a bar, wearing a new outfit that he had never worn before in terms of most people he knew. However, the people he had met at this bar over the past three or so days knew the outfit and his face well. However, the Demon Prince wore an entirely new face... one that was more human, more able to fit in from his old, demonic looking ears and body that made him seem like a freak of nature in terms of humans. However, his hair and his eyes still had that telltale red to them, making him sort of the same, however, he no longer looked like the old Bernael in terms of physique, anything. The hair and the eyes were the only similarities... and hell, anybody could have red hair and eyes. Even the weird pattern in Bernael's eyes had been changed to regular human iris'. This was his attempt to restart his life for the time being... to go into hiding... as he had taken the time to learn how to shape shift. To change his body to look like something else whenever he truly wanted to. It had a lot of uses but right now he only wanted this one look from now on... something to change from his old looks that had watched as so many people died, and felt his lovers power fade away from existence.
Ever since the fight between Atsuko and Nasu, where the demon boy had seen Gouken die and get his blood splattered all over the demon's own body. Where he watched both Chris and Toru die before his very eyes on the end of a spear before being lit by flames to watch them burn away. Where he watched Komatsu get his arm ripped off and need to get evacuated from the area, causing Bernael to submit to the Caesar just to let them all live... for there to be no more deaths. Ever since that fight, Bernael had never recovered... his mind snapping and making himself feel like crap every day, not wanting to return to the lookout, not being able to see any of his friends anymore as he sat around waiting for his potential demise or having to see Caesar again. He took on a fake persona with a new body... using those new shape shifting powers, to look like a Priest, a new one in West City that came from Satan City. He had taken up the mantle of using just his last name for people to refer to him as, Adonael being an Archangel name and thus played it off as a naming quip that his parents put on him and it was just ironic that he went on to become a priest. [Mastering ST-1 Shape Shifting]
"That's exactly it, and I have to say that I have no regrets coming here... this place has the right amount of pick-me-up for my kind of life." the boy went on to say, regulating his energy as best as he could. Lately, he had to keep himself suppressed so as to not be found. It would be so much harder to find him if he was just a random power of 7 among a sea of others just like that. If he had unleashed himself to that 270,000+ he would easily stick out like a sore thumb among all of these other people... it wouldn't be easy. But because of that, Bernael had taken himself down to trying to perfect his suppression. If he got into a bar fight and had to deal with the people... he would need to stay suppressed so as to not cause anybody to explode out of nowhere or because he couldn't control himself. Due to that, he had slowly started to train himself out into the art of maintaining his ki suppression whilst using other things. Normally, if he had done anything else that took up his energy, his suppression would just disperse and he would be at full power once more. However that was sort of an iffy situation if some bully actually did stand up in a bar... if he needed to pull out some sort of attacks to put the man on edge and lay off, he would end up all out in terms of power and accidentally destroy the man. Because of this, he was trying his best to conserve and compress his powers through absolutely everything... which started out with him being able to suppress through things like his Avalon or Zanzoken, which both expended some energy and sort of got rid of his ki suppression after some time, which was of course never a good thing. Even though those were only back ups for combat, he probably wouldn't notice his suppression disperse and would attack, unknowingly hurting somebody in the process.
With that in mind, Ki Suppression wasn't exactly easy to train... as he had to go day by day just compressing and making the lower power feel natural... almost like he had no more of his original power. Now, he was just the same Bernael that he was before he started out on his adventure... mostly powerless and unable to actually go into a fight with a clear mind... but oh so much was that wrong. His mind was more shrouded than the day he first entered this world.... he was almost destroyed in his mentality, only using this bar and his new life as a way to get by. [Mastering ST-2 Ki Suppression]
However his adventures trying to compress his ki didn't end there... it actually could only track forward from there, as he needed to make sure that if he ever had to use an excess of ki to make somebody knock it off... that his Ki Suppression wouldn't wear off then either. If he needed to blast somebody with a rush of ki to make them scared or run away thinking he had access to some sort of holy smiting power... he needed to make sure that he wasn't committing any crimes! With that, he would of course need to power down to this safe level even when shooting out that ki energy, to make sure that nobody got killed but still were frightened away. That... however, would take an immense amount of ki control that Bernael just couldn't get his hands on easily, but he was openly trying to even then, in the event that such a thing would need to happen. "So, Mr. Adonael... whats your poison tonight? Also, has anyone ever told you that your hair and eyes seem so intense for such a relaxed priest?" the tender would strike up more conversation, shaking Bernael out of his train of thought as he would focus on the man again.
"Er, just a little whiskey tonight... don't need to go kicking the bucket at such a young age. But... yeah, people sometimes tell me that I must be possessed by the demons! Ohhhh man, what a profession I've picked if I have been~" the demon boy was just rattling into an annoying territory at this point as he felt a little offended... but the bar tender wasn't wrong to ask, people were entitled to their questions. "Is that so? Well that's some restful demon inside ya' if you are possessed~ Anyways, one whiskey coming right up!" with that, the Bar Tender would move away, leaving Bernael to his thoughts once more... just sitting there as he stared down at his hands and thought over... pretty much everything.
Once more... he had let himself fall in love. Fall in love with an amazing girl... somebody that he thought could mend his broken heart from the last failure of love that he was apart of. Perhaps he was just cursed... destined to hurt anybody that got with him. Neither of his attempts at love ended because he hurt them... or because they hated him or wanted him gone. Both of those girls were taken away by somebody that he couldn't stop.... and he could do nothing but see or feel them die. Now, Atsuko was gone... because he was caught up in fighting Caesar. Nasu had killed his own sister... and Bernael was left in a void of sadness and agony all over again, not really able to mend even his own heart at this point, sitting by and waiting for himself to break down even more. "Dammit... dammit..." the demonic prince would mumble to himself at the counter.
He really felt that Atsuko was the one too... the one that he would be able to settle down with... marry... and take as his own... she had accepted dating him but he never even got to embrace her as his lover... to even lay his lips upon hers. Not even once... was he ever able to do more than a few hugs... and a holding of hands between the two. He was a damned fool and he knew it... it was just a matter of losing each girl he would actually give his heart too... well no more. Atsuko was going to be the last one... he would keep his heart with her no matter what... even if he had to carry it to his own grave eventually. Atsuko could potentially come back too, right! Just like Jarvis and Komatsu did! But... even then, how could he know that she would want to come back... what if she just stayed gone due to not liking him enough and possibly having a complete life in her own eyes. It sucked so much... he would just have to hope that she would come back... but that didn't mend the fact that her life was taken and he had nothing he could do about it. "Atsuko... I miss you... I loved you.... so much..." he would sort of keel over on himself while rubbing his face into his arm. Nobody was really around him to see it though... as the Bar Tender was still off getting that whiskey.
Though... that wasn't entirely true. As some guy from across the room saw such a man there and decided to come over... but not with intent to be kind... but rather to be a jerk. "Well then, lookie here! We got a broken life child in the bar!" the man would say, before grabbing onto Bern and picking him up off of the stool. The Demon Prince didn't really care though... and just sort of went with the movement. "This is a man's bar! Problem children like this don't belong in here, right boys?" it seemed that he was apart of a gang that frequented the bar... as a few people wearing sort of the same outfit as the bully got up and sort of shouted and hollered in agreement, the Bar Tender seeing this just sort of slinked back... not wanting to get himself into the crossfire, but still watching out. Bernael and the Tender sort of made a relationship in a positive light, a friendship if you could call it that. "So, what do you have to say about yourself, ready to pack up and leave this place behind."
This was all sort of bad though.. as Bernael was more or less tired of shit right now... and this just screamed irritation on him. It was then that it dawned on him... this little gang was the group of shithead kids from back when Bernael actually went to school... perhaps they didn't recognize him after so long or his shape shifting looked good enough for it, but he knew them all to well... they were the ones that pushed him over the edge. "You..... you..." the demon prince slowly mumbled out, his eyes sort of spinning around. He needed to get a hold of his ki right then and there or else he would explode! He just started to breath slowly as his body had tried to control its ki to the most that he could... slowly realizing that his grip on his suppression was sliding into a safe zone... as it pumped through him like blood that he could bend to his will. [Mastering ST-3 Ki Suppression]
He would just calm down and smile down at the man and his entire gang. "What do I have to say about myself? Well.. you're messing with the wrong guy." and that was all that needed to be said, as the demonic prince would jam his knee into the mans upper chest as he was being held up, his ki suppression being lifted a tiny bit so his power was at 30 instead of the original 7. That, was more than enough to send the man keeling over and onto his knees, letting Bernael stand tall again and sort of fix his jacket. The other members of the group... just like in the past, all wanted to gang up on him again. If he was only at 7 overall this would be a nightmare of course, but he had surpassed all of them by a large margin... being able to out-pour his power into the millions range as all of them could only set themselves at 6, at best. It was just a pitiful show as he would only use his legs to kick some of their chests and then overhead kick them to the floor, leaving most of them injured and laying on the ground as his hands remained in their sleeves. "Well then... I suppose its time to relax~" and with that, all he would do is sit back onto his little chair, waiting as the bar tender delivered his whiskey.
Everything was more or less crap for Bernael at the moment... but at least he still had some sort of will to go on.
[Reward: Power Level + 3 Techs]
Ever since the fight between Atsuko and Nasu, where the demon boy had seen Gouken die and get his blood splattered all over the demon's own body. Where he watched both Chris and Toru die before his very eyes on the end of a spear before being lit by flames to watch them burn away. Where he watched Komatsu get his arm ripped off and need to get evacuated from the area, causing Bernael to submit to the Caesar just to let them all live... for there to be no more deaths. Ever since that fight, Bernael had never recovered... his mind snapping and making himself feel like crap every day, not wanting to return to the lookout, not being able to see any of his friends anymore as he sat around waiting for his potential demise or having to see Caesar again. He took on a fake persona with a new body... using those new shape shifting powers, to look like a Priest, a new one in West City that came from Satan City. He had taken up the mantle of using just his last name for people to refer to him as, Adonael being an Archangel name and thus played it off as a naming quip that his parents put on him and it was just ironic that he went on to become a priest. [Mastering ST-1 Shape Shifting]
[Adonael: 270,991(Base) - 7(Suppressed)]
He was pretty convincing too, at least he was in the eyes of the people at the bar. But that could be seen as soon as he would sit down, the bar tender staring over at the man before walking over and standing in front of him, cleaning off a glass still. "Back for the fourth night in a row, Adonael?" the man would say from behind the counter, just sort of smiling down at the boy as he was slowly going from a newcomer to a regular. "Yeah, I just need to keep my spirits up. They don't outlaw alcohol consumption during personal time. So I just need something to cheer me up sometimes." the man would say as he set his arms on the counter and put his head down. "So what, you never come here ever, stroll into the town, and just become a regular here? What kind of deal is that?" the tender would just continue to make idle chat, hoping for a nice ending to the night as it was getting pretty late, but the place would be open for a decent while longer, but still the number of people was trickling down to a more manageable state. "That's exactly it, and I have to say that I have no regrets coming here... this place has the right amount of pick-me-up for my kind of life." the boy went on to say, regulating his energy as best as he could. Lately, he had to keep himself suppressed so as to not be found. It would be so much harder to find him if he was just a random power of 7 among a sea of others just like that. If he had unleashed himself to that 270,000+ he would easily stick out like a sore thumb among all of these other people... it wouldn't be easy. But because of that, Bernael had taken himself down to trying to perfect his suppression. If he got into a bar fight and had to deal with the people... he would need to stay suppressed so as to not cause anybody to explode out of nowhere or because he couldn't control himself. Due to that, he had slowly started to train himself out into the art of maintaining his ki suppression whilst using other things. Normally, if he had done anything else that took up his energy, his suppression would just disperse and he would be at full power once more. However that was sort of an iffy situation if some bully actually did stand up in a bar... if he needed to pull out some sort of attacks to put the man on edge and lay off, he would end up all out in terms of power and accidentally destroy the man. Because of this, he was trying his best to conserve and compress his powers through absolutely everything... which started out with him being able to suppress through things like his Avalon or Zanzoken, which both expended some energy and sort of got rid of his ki suppression after some time, which was of course never a good thing. Even though those were only back ups for combat, he probably wouldn't notice his suppression disperse and would attack, unknowingly hurting somebody in the process.
With that in mind, Ki Suppression wasn't exactly easy to train... as he had to go day by day just compressing and making the lower power feel natural... almost like he had no more of his original power. Now, he was just the same Bernael that he was before he started out on his adventure... mostly powerless and unable to actually go into a fight with a clear mind... but oh so much was that wrong. His mind was more shrouded than the day he first entered this world.... he was almost destroyed in his mentality, only using this bar and his new life as a way to get by. [Mastering ST-2 Ki Suppression]
However his adventures trying to compress his ki didn't end there... it actually could only track forward from there, as he needed to make sure that if he ever had to use an excess of ki to make somebody knock it off... that his Ki Suppression wouldn't wear off then either. If he needed to blast somebody with a rush of ki to make them scared or run away thinking he had access to some sort of holy smiting power... he needed to make sure that he wasn't committing any crimes! With that, he would of course need to power down to this safe level even when shooting out that ki energy, to make sure that nobody got killed but still were frightened away. That... however, would take an immense amount of ki control that Bernael just couldn't get his hands on easily, but he was openly trying to even then, in the event that such a thing would need to happen. "So, Mr. Adonael... whats your poison tonight? Also, has anyone ever told you that your hair and eyes seem so intense for such a relaxed priest?" the tender would strike up more conversation, shaking Bernael out of his train of thought as he would focus on the man again.
"Er, just a little whiskey tonight... don't need to go kicking the bucket at such a young age. But... yeah, people sometimes tell me that I must be possessed by the demons! Ohhhh man, what a profession I've picked if I have been~" the demon boy was just rattling into an annoying territory at this point as he felt a little offended... but the bar tender wasn't wrong to ask, people were entitled to their questions. "Is that so? Well that's some restful demon inside ya' if you are possessed~ Anyways, one whiskey coming right up!" with that, the Bar Tender would move away, leaving Bernael to his thoughts once more... just sitting there as he stared down at his hands and thought over... pretty much everything.
Once more... he had let himself fall in love. Fall in love with an amazing girl... somebody that he thought could mend his broken heart from the last failure of love that he was apart of. Perhaps he was just cursed... destined to hurt anybody that got with him. Neither of his attempts at love ended because he hurt them... or because they hated him or wanted him gone. Both of those girls were taken away by somebody that he couldn't stop.... and he could do nothing but see or feel them die. Now, Atsuko was gone... because he was caught up in fighting Caesar. Nasu had killed his own sister... and Bernael was left in a void of sadness and agony all over again, not really able to mend even his own heart at this point, sitting by and waiting for himself to break down even more. "Dammit... dammit..." the demonic prince would mumble to himself at the counter.
He really felt that Atsuko was the one too... the one that he would be able to settle down with... marry... and take as his own... she had accepted dating him but he never even got to embrace her as his lover... to even lay his lips upon hers. Not even once... was he ever able to do more than a few hugs... and a holding of hands between the two. He was a damned fool and he knew it... it was just a matter of losing each girl he would actually give his heart too... well no more. Atsuko was going to be the last one... he would keep his heart with her no matter what... even if he had to carry it to his own grave eventually. Atsuko could potentially come back too, right! Just like Jarvis and Komatsu did! But... even then, how could he know that she would want to come back... what if she just stayed gone due to not liking him enough and possibly having a complete life in her own eyes. It sucked so much... he would just have to hope that she would come back... but that didn't mend the fact that her life was taken and he had nothing he could do about it. "Atsuko... I miss you... I loved you.... so much..." he would sort of keel over on himself while rubbing his face into his arm. Nobody was really around him to see it though... as the Bar Tender was still off getting that whiskey.
Though... that wasn't entirely true. As some guy from across the room saw such a man there and decided to come over... but not with intent to be kind... but rather to be a jerk. "Well then, lookie here! We got a broken life child in the bar!" the man would say, before grabbing onto Bern and picking him up off of the stool. The Demon Prince didn't really care though... and just sort of went with the movement. "This is a man's bar! Problem children like this don't belong in here, right boys?" it seemed that he was apart of a gang that frequented the bar... as a few people wearing sort of the same outfit as the bully got up and sort of shouted and hollered in agreement, the Bar Tender seeing this just sort of slinked back... not wanting to get himself into the crossfire, but still watching out. Bernael and the Tender sort of made a relationship in a positive light, a friendship if you could call it that. "So, what do you have to say about yourself, ready to pack up and leave this place behind."
This was all sort of bad though.. as Bernael was more or less tired of shit right now... and this just screamed irritation on him. It was then that it dawned on him... this little gang was the group of shithead kids from back when Bernael actually went to school... perhaps they didn't recognize him after so long or his shape shifting looked good enough for it, but he knew them all to well... they were the ones that pushed him over the edge. "You..... you..." the demon prince slowly mumbled out, his eyes sort of spinning around. He needed to get a hold of his ki right then and there or else he would explode! He just started to breath slowly as his body had tried to control its ki to the most that he could... slowly realizing that his grip on his suppression was sliding into a safe zone... as it pumped through him like blood that he could bend to his will. [Mastering ST-3 Ki Suppression]
He would just calm down and smile down at the man and his entire gang. "What do I have to say about myself? Well.. you're messing with the wrong guy." and that was all that needed to be said, as the demonic prince would jam his knee into the mans upper chest as he was being held up, his ki suppression being lifted a tiny bit so his power was at 30 instead of the original 7. That, was more than enough to send the man keeling over and onto his knees, letting Bernael stand tall again and sort of fix his jacket. The other members of the group... just like in the past, all wanted to gang up on him again. If he was only at 7 overall this would be a nightmare of course, but he had surpassed all of them by a large margin... being able to out-pour his power into the millions range as all of them could only set themselves at 6, at best. It was just a pitiful show as he would only use his legs to kick some of their chests and then overhead kick them to the floor, leaving most of them injured and laying on the ground as his hands remained in their sleeves. "Well then... I suppose its time to relax~" and with that, all he would do is sit back onto his little chair, waiting as the bar tender delivered his whiskey.
Everything was more or less crap for Bernael at the moment... but at least he still had some sort of will to go on.
[Reward: Power Level + 3 Techs]
