Post by Isis Zorya on Mar 3, 2017 7:58:51 GMT -5
How long had she been unconscious for? Her head was so clouded..it was so hard to think. As she began to move she couldn't help but notice it felt like some kind of liquid of some kind. It was so strange with everything. Her thoughts just felt so sluggish. She could feel some kind of masking covering her nose and mouth, allowing air. She couldn't open her eyes though...sluggish her thoughts were...she couldn't focus on them. Slowly she pushed outward towards where she felt a door, but it wouldn't open... it was jammed! How much air did she have left? No maybe...no she had never been strong enough...she had to try though. Slowly Isis began to focus on her energy, little knowing of the major boost in power the Zenkai had given her. She was trying to focus it all around her, to create an expulsion of energy, maybe the pressure against the walls could cause them to burst open...or it could bust her air supply...either way it was worth trying...she just had to.
As her energy exploded outward, the pod had simply exploded outward revealing the sunlight to her, as the healing liquid she had been in poured out into the ocean waters. So they had filled her pod with the healing liquid to have kept her alive...but what did that mean of those back home? Where were all of them? Did any make it out? Her squad...maybe Peppra was still back at the outpost, the outpost was going to be her best means of gaining a way to help Komatsu out. If he was alive...she couldn't even keep that thought...how many had died back on their home world? What if she was the only one to have made it to the Earth? In fact where on Earth was she? She didn't recognize this place from any of the maps she had looked of the world. She couldn't spot or feel any humanoid Ki within her distance...where the hell was she even. How was she going to get back to the outpost even?
Maybe there was some kind of radio in the rubble or really anything. She really wished for a change in clothes though, her battle armor was just soaked. The way wet clothes felt with how stuck they felt to the skin and how weighted down they felt, it truly was something that was quite an annoyance. As she looked upon the fallen wood in portions of the ran down house, a fade out piece of wood simply read as 'K' though the paint on it seemed to be very very old, almost as old as the wood even. This place was very very strange. It had taken some time but eventually she found a broken down dresser with some strange clothing inside. She had no idea what the marking on the back of it meant, however the clothing was a blue undershirt with an orange over shirt. They were dry though so whatever had to work until she could use her battle armor.
It had only taken a quick moment but now little did she know that she looked like one of the old Turtle school students with the clothing she was wearing. It had taken quite a bit more of searching but eventually she found something interesting, the scrolls were missing quite a few patches from age. However, the techniques these scrolls began to describe, they were so strange and weird compared to how she normally used her Ki. Normally she used her ki in a manner to increase her physical strength, but to use them like this? Well it was quite strange all together. Maybe though it would be good to have a bit of variety though, if she could have a wider variety of techniques..she could help more of those who needed her help. Those like her squad..they were the ones who needed her help as well
She would study these scroll for hours on end, training her own physical body through laps around the island without ki. It was ll very tiring work, but she knew in the end it would pay off. It just had to, she had to be strong, the stronger she was, the easier of a time she would have of getting those who need help out of a fight. She had made some makeshift training dummies using the spare wood she had found around the island. It was all such various tedious work. The more she kept practicing the form though, the more she kept the practice, the easier she was finding it to keep her form up. It was so tedious of a process, but the thoughts of her friends back on Natto kept pushing her on. She wasn’t ready to give up on them yet, not for a long shot in any means. Even if it took everything, she would master everything to these scrolls. She would become the turtle school master..it was only a matter of training. Training and time.
It took quite a few hours for her to finally feel that push inside of her, something that just told her..it was time. Looking over the scrolls one last time, she began to understand its use, The more she could understand it, the better it truly was going to work. Hours on end went into the practice. A simple technique mirroring that of a simple game of rock, paper, and scissors. Truly who could have possibly guessed of such a thing? She never expected such to even be a possibility. The technique was even rather simple in complex, all one had to do was shout the name of one of the three and switch between the different forms of attacks. She truly wasn’t one who favored fighting by any means, but she still couldn’t help but be a bit proud of everything she had accomplished on this island. She was one step closer, she had to make her former squad leader proud..if he was alive even still. She had placed so much into practing this technique, she just hoped she could use it right...she couldn’t afford not to. It would be a disgrace to the original creator of these techniques.
Now she just needed to work on the other technique, this one had seemed similar to her electro wave so she had been using that simply onto as a basis. A full powered energy wave essientially. She had chosen to study this one rather intently. She was already on a rather small island and frankly she didn’t want to mess up and accidentally ruin the last bits of land for possibly miles even. It did bring to her a question though, if she was forced to destroy something..could she go through it? ...No..she wasn’t a destroyer, she couldn’t fare seeing life being taken. If her dreams had been accurate, if she simply could focus more..maybe there was a way she could stop even the most precious of things being taken away. Maybe if he was dead..she could find a way to bring him back and help them all, all the possible survivors. She didn’t know what else to do, if she was the only one left..she was no leader, she couldn’t even willingly fight.
This drive in her..she had to use it..she had to use that drive to not want to harm another. It was her way, her way of strength. Her family, her squad. They had always been her source of strength hadn’t they? They were what had kept her pushing forward, and without Isis knowing it she began to form the stance in the drawings. Mirroring them nearly perfectly as she kept her focus on her resolve. Everything she had been through was simply a trial, one that she needed to triumph over. She could feel her friends, not truly, but their spirit and resolves behind her. It wasn’t truly them lending her energy though, it was just the very energy that was formed when each one entered her life. For every one of them in some way had touched her hearts by some means. “Ka…..” Isis would say sounding firmly in her voice as her ki rose ever so slowly. “Me…..” Isis would continue as a blueish white sphere would appere in the cups of her palms as she remained in the stance. “Ha….Me…” She would continue with her voice increasing in strength with each step forward. All of them were behind her..she couldn’t fail this technique, she couldn’t fail them! “HA!!” Isis would yell with true ferocity as she pushed forward with all of her might. The energy wave seperating the water in the ocean for as far as it could travel..simply before it disipiated. She had done it...but this wasn’t it there was still more to the scrolls, the more advanced ones..she had to save them for another day though...she was simply too exhausted.
WC: 1519
Using Dojo (if I can)
Learning BG of Turtle School (Learned of Techniques Kamehameha and Rock Paper Scissors, along with practice of the actualy melee finesse)
As her energy exploded outward, the pod had simply exploded outward revealing the sunlight to her, as the healing liquid she had been in poured out into the ocean waters. So they had filled her pod with the healing liquid to have kept her alive...but what did that mean of those back home? Where were all of them? Did any make it out? Her squad...maybe Peppra was still back at the outpost, the outpost was going to be her best means of gaining a way to help Komatsu out. If he was alive...she couldn't even keep that thought...how many had died back on their home world? What if she was the only one to have made it to the Earth? In fact where on Earth was she? She didn't recognize this place from any of the maps she had looked of the world. She couldn't spot or feel any humanoid Ki within her distance...where the hell was she even. How was she going to get back to the outpost even?
Maybe there was some kind of radio in the rubble or really anything. She really wished for a change in clothes though, her battle armor was just soaked. The way wet clothes felt with how stuck they felt to the skin and how weighted down they felt, it truly was something that was quite an annoyance. As she looked upon the fallen wood in portions of the ran down house, a fade out piece of wood simply read as 'K' though the paint on it seemed to be very very old, almost as old as the wood even. This place was very very strange. It had taken some time but eventually she found a broken down dresser with some strange clothing inside. She had no idea what the marking on the back of it meant, however the clothing was a blue undershirt with an orange over shirt. They were dry though so whatever had to work until she could use her battle armor.
It had only taken a quick moment but now little did she know that she looked like one of the old Turtle school students with the clothing she was wearing. It had taken quite a bit more of searching but eventually she found something interesting, the scrolls were missing quite a few patches from age. However, the techniques these scrolls began to describe, they were so strange and weird compared to how she normally used her Ki. Normally she used her ki in a manner to increase her physical strength, but to use them like this? Well it was quite strange all together. Maybe though it would be good to have a bit of variety though, if she could have a wider variety of techniques..she could help more of those who needed her help. Those like her squad..they were the ones who needed her help as well
She would study these scroll for hours on end, training her own physical body through laps around the island without ki. It was ll very tiring work, but she knew in the end it would pay off. It just had to, she had to be strong, the stronger she was, the easier of a time she would have of getting those who need help out of a fight. She had made some makeshift training dummies using the spare wood she had found around the island. It was all such various tedious work. The more she kept practicing the form though, the more she kept the practice, the easier she was finding it to keep her form up. It was so tedious of a process, but the thoughts of her friends back on Natto kept pushing her on. She wasn’t ready to give up on them yet, not for a long shot in any means. Even if it took everything, she would master everything to these scrolls. She would become the turtle school master..it was only a matter of training. Training and time.
It took quite a few hours for her to finally feel that push inside of her, something that just told her..it was time. Looking over the scrolls one last time, she began to understand its use, The more she could understand it, the better it truly was going to work. Hours on end went into the practice. A simple technique mirroring that of a simple game of rock, paper, and scissors. Truly who could have possibly guessed of such a thing? She never expected such to even be a possibility. The technique was even rather simple in complex, all one had to do was shout the name of one of the three and switch between the different forms of attacks. She truly wasn’t one who favored fighting by any means, but she still couldn’t help but be a bit proud of everything she had accomplished on this island. She was one step closer, she had to make her former squad leader proud..if he was alive even still. She had placed so much into practing this technique, she just hoped she could use it right...she couldn’t afford not to. It would be a disgrace to the original creator of these techniques.
Now she just needed to work on the other technique, this one had seemed similar to her electro wave so she had been using that simply onto as a basis. A full powered energy wave essientially. She had chosen to study this one rather intently. She was already on a rather small island and frankly she didn’t want to mess up and accidentally ruin the last bits of land for possibly miles even. It did bring to her a question though, if she was forced to destroy something..could she go through it? ...No..she wasn’t a destroyer, she couldn’t fare seeing life being taken. If her dreams had been accurate, if she simply could focus more..maybe there was a way she could stop even the most precious of things being taken away. Maybe if he was dead..she could find a way to bring him back and help them all, all the possible survivors. She didn’t know what else to do, if she was the only one left..she was no leader, she couldn’t even willingly fight.
This drive in her..she had to use it..she had to use that drive to not want to harm another. It was her way, her way of strength. Her family, her squad. They had always been her source of strength hadn’t they? They were what had kept her pushing forward, and without Isis knowing it she began to form the stance in the drawings. Mirroring them nearly perfectly as she kept her focus on her resolve. Everything she had been through was simply a trial, one that she needed to triumph over. She could feel her friends, not truly, but their spirit and resolves behind her. It wasn’t truly them lending her energy though, it was just the very energy that was formed when each one entered her life. For every one of them in some way had touched her hearts by some means. “Ka…..” Isis would say sounding firmly in her voice as her ki rose ever so slowly. “Me…..” Isis would continue as a blueish white sphere would appere in the cups of her palms as she remained in the stance. “Ha….Me…” She would continue with her voice increasing in strength with each step forward. All of them were behind her..she couldn’t fail this technique, she couldn’t fail them! “HA!!” Isis would yell with true ferocity as she pushed forward with all of her might. The energy wave seperating the water in the ocean for as far as it could travel..simply before it disipiated. She had done it...but this wasn’t it there was still more to the scrolls, the more advanced ones..she had to save them for another day though...she was simply too exhausted.
WC: 1519
Using Dojo (if I can)
Learning BG of Turtle School (Learned of Techniques Kamehameha and Rock Paper Scissors, along with practice of the actualy melee finesse)
