Post by Jie Shan Lan Dian on Feb 8, 2016 23:03:18 GMT -5
(Heavy weights on!)
Jie Shan stood alone in the wasteland. For once, he was all alone, away from the prying eyes and ever constant flow of people of the Soy Capitol. And he did not mind at all. He was glad, in fact. It would give him all the time he needed to train, to finally perfect his Cloud Cannon. And, perhaps more importantly, it would give him time to be alone with his thoughts. Cornel, Carota, Potana… They were great friends, he thought, almost like a second family. Hell, they were family. But that wasn’t the problem. The problem was his actual family, the man with which he shared the blood of Saiyans: his father.
Jie Shan took to the air, his weighed armor pulling slightly at his body, conspiring with gravity against him. But it mattered not. The weight of it could not hold Jie Shan down. He flew aimlessly upward until he was high above the clouds. The air around him was thin and his breaths became shallow, and he could feel his heart going ever so slightly faster.If he were a less sturdy man, he might even begin to feel dizzy. But no, he was a Saiyan, at least partly, and they were a hardy race. Not to mention, there was Elemi blood in him, and the Elemi people were not soft either. His mother was proof of that. And besides, Jie Shan had always felt comfortable at great heights, as if he had some connection with the space beyond and within the clouds.
“Gah!” He screamed, the emotions in him finally breaking forth. Sparks flew from his body as rage bubbled in him. His father, damn him, was playing with Jie Shan like he was some kind of doll, using his very own son for his own selfish purposes. Parents, he thought, didn’t do that. Every word his father had ever said to him, every moment his father had ever spent with him, everything his father had ever done for him was a falsehood, some sick manipulation designed to craft Jie Shan into the tool that his father needed for his own ambition.
How much of Jie Shan’s life was a lie? How much of it had been engineered so that he would grow into the ideal piece for his father to use? Jie Shan thought that he’d won some freedom when his mother had come and taken him away to live the life of a mercenary, but had that all been a farce just as well? It had made Jie Shan stronger, and was that not exactly what his father had wanted? His mind spun around like mad, trying to make sense of it.
And his time in Cornel’s squad. His relationships with Carota and Potana. Were they all fabrications, too? Twisted machinations pieced together by his father? It would certainly make sense. His father could have very easily pulled some strings and gotten Jie Shan placed into that squad. And under a veteran warrior, Jie Shan would have learned quickly, yes indeed. Quickly enough to be useful to his father.
No, he thought. He was going crazy. His father could not have engineered all that. His father was a schemer, yes, but he was not omniscient. Truly, the only thing he could have truthly engineered was Jie Shan’s second homecoming to Natto. That had to be it, Jie Shan told himself. His father had finally deigned it appropriate to keep his son close by again, and see to his training himself. Jie Shan swallowed hard. That had been an incredibly scary thought, not having any control at all over his own life. But now fear was replaced with anger. Electricity crackled around him, like some kind of static aura.
How dare his father try to control his life? How dare his father try to use him for his own malignant purposes? Sparks were flying like mad now, like a flock of birds scared from their perch. And something made Jie Shan even madder. It dug into him like a knife, twisting and turning his insides, tearing him up like he was wet paper. And the fact of the matter was: he was letting himself be used.
Yes, he wasn’t even fighting it. He simply did what his father said, because that’s what family did, even if they didn’t like each other. And Jie Shan did not like his father, not from his earliest years. Sometimes he still dreamed of those ‘training’ sessions. His heart skipped a beat at the thought of them. There was a reason he much preferred his mother’s training. All training left scars, but at least the ones his mother left healed over time. No, he thought, best not to dwell on the past. It only made him angry. It only made his heart and mind hurt.
Perhaps it was finally time to turn the tables on his father he thought, a storm cloud forming in his mind. It was time that he started to choose for himself. But, even though his power was growing, there was a small, quivering part inside him that thoroughly resounded with a single emotion: fear. Gai Lan Dian, his father, terrified him. There was something primal about it, some instinctual fear that he had of the man, even if Jie Shan was stronger. He trembled at the thought of opposing his sire, whether from excitement or fear he could not say.
It would not be hard, physically, to defeat his father. Jie Shan was stronger, and he was getting stronger all the time. The battle would be over in a few moments if they did fight. But the emotional battle? Those waters were murkier.
In a rage, Jie Shan moved his hands rapidly, firing ki blasts off into nowhere. Pointless? Yes, he thought, but it damn well made him feel better, just a tiny bit. If only rage could do him some good. There were some Saiyans who swore by rage and claimed that it made them better fighters, but Jie Shan belong to another school of thought. He knew that rage, while useful, only got one so far. When it came to fighting training, discipline and pure muscle memory would win out over rage. That was what years of soldiering had taught him.
But it was so easy to give over to rage. Better men and women than him had given themselves over to it and let it consume them. How did anyone ever expect him to remain in control? No, he thought, he had stay calm. He had to remember his training. And that is what he had come here for. He’d just kind of gotten carried away. Slowly, his breathing tense, he descended towards the ground. Maybe he could put his emotions to good use…
As he touched down on the ground, he began to channel ki into his body, letting it flow like water. It was a familiar feeling, a comforting one. At least he had control over the inner workings of his own body. Most of the time. Ki began to gather in the palm of his hand. Yes, he thought, just like this. Careful, he told himself, he could not overextend himself. Just as Beneria had told him. And, just as she had said, he had to be mindful of his form.
“Yes,” he whispered, “Just like this.”
The ki in his hand was gathering like a pale, grey storm in his hand. It was approaching a masterful state of power, perfection. And finally, it reached its final state. Jie Shan flung his hand forward and let the attack flow forward. A boundless beam of energy exploded from his palm, burning in front of him. It flashed for what seemed like an eternity, and finally it faded. Where the beam had burned there was now a ditch in the ground, where his ki had ripped chunks from the Earth.
“That” he said quietly, “Will do nicely. They say practice makes perfect, and I’m inclined to agree.”
He doubted his attack could get any better than that. At least not without overextending himself. But he was quite happy with the results. He felt almost hollow on the inside. He supposed it was therapeutic. Nothing like a little destruction to exorcise one’s demons. But his demons weren’t gone, not just yet. They were very, very real. But he was going to deal with them soon.
And he just the idea. His father was not the only one who could scheme.
(Unlocking [OT-3] Maelstrom Cloud Cannon. Please note, I unlocked the [OT-2] version in a previously posted thread that is still out for grading at this time.)
(I'll take PL for this, please! With my heavy weights and half-Elemi bonus! Thank you)
Jie Shan stood alone in the wasteland. For once, he was all alone, away from the prying eyes and ever constant flow of people of the Soy Capitol. And he did not mind at all. He was glad, in fact. It would give him all the time he needed to train, to finally perfect his Cloud Cannon. And, perhaps more importantly, it would give him time to be alone with his thoughts. Cornel, Carota, Potana… They were great friends, he thought, almost like a second family. Hell, they were family. But that wasn’t the problem. The problem was his actual family, the man with which he shared the blood of Saiyans: his father.
Jie Shan took to the air, his weighed armor pulling slightly at his body, conspiring with gravity against him. But it mattered not. The weight of it could not hold Jie Shan down. He flew aimlessly upward until he was high above the clouds. The air around him was thin and his breaths became shallow, and he could feel his heart going ever so slightly faster.If he were a less sturdy man, he might even begin to feel dizzy. But no, he was a Saiyan, at least partly, and they were a hardy race. Not to mention, there was Elemi blood in him, and the Elemi people were not soft either. His mother was proof of that. And besides, Jie Shan had always felt comfortable at great heights, as if he had some connection with the space beyond and within the clouds.
“Gah!” He screamed, the emotions in him finally breaking forth. Sparks flew from his body as rage bubbled in him. His father, damn him, was playing with Jie Shan like he was some kind of doll, using his very own son for his own selfish purposes. Parents, he thought, didn’t do that. Every word his father had ever said to him, every moment his father had ever spent with him, everything his father had ever done for him was a falsehood, some sick manipulation designed to craft Jie Shan into the tool that his father needed for his own ambition.
How much of Jie Shan’s life was a lie? How much of it had been engineered so that he would grow into the ideal piece for his father to use? Jie Shan thought that he’d won some freedom when his mother had come and taken him away to live the life of a mercenary, but had that all been a farce just as well? It had made Jie Shan stronger, and was that not exactly what his father had wanted? His mind spun around like mad, trying to make sense of it.
And his time in Cornel’s squad. His relationships with Carota and Potana. Were they all fabrications, too? Twisted machinations pieced together by his father? It would certainly make sense. His father could have very easily pulled some strings and gotten Jie Shan placed into that squad. And under a veteran warrior, Jie Shan would have learned quickly, yes indeed. Quickly enough to be useful to his father.
No, he thought. He was going crazy. His father could not have engineered all that. His father was a schemer, yes, but he was not omniscient. Truly, the only thing he could have truthly engineered was Jie Shan’s second homecoming to Natto. That had to be it, Jie Shan told himself. His father had finally deigned it appropriate to keep his son close by again, and see to his training himself. Jie Shan swallowed hard. That had been an incredibly scary thought, not having any control at all over his own life. But now fear was replaced with anger. Electricity crackled around him, like some kind of static aura.
How dare his father try to control his life? How dare his father try to use him for his own malignant purposes? Sparks were flying like mad now, like a flock of birds scared from their perch. And something made Jie Shan even madder. It dug into him like a knife, twisting and turning his insides, tearing him up like he was wet paper. And the fact of the matter was: he was letting himself be used.
Yes, he wasn’t even fighting it. He simply did what his father said, because that’s what family did, even if they didn’t like each other. And Jie Shan did not like his father, not from his earliest years. Sometimes he still dreamed of those ‘training’ sessions. His heart skipped a beat at the thought of them. There was a reason he much preferred his mother’s training. All training left scars, but at least the ones his mother left healed over time. No, he thought, best not to dwell on the past. It only made him angry. It only made his heart and mind hurt.
Perhaps it was finally time to turn the tables on his father he thought, a storm cloud forming in his mind. It was time that he started to choose for himself. But, even though his power was growing, there was a small, quivering part inside him that thoroughly resounded with a single emotion: fear. Gai Lan Dian, his father, terrified him. There was something primal about it, some instinctual fear that he had of the man, even if Jie Shan was stronger. He trembled at the thought of opposing his sire, whether from excitement or fear he could not say.
It would not be hard, physically, to defeat his father. Jie Shan was stronger, and he was getting stronger all the time. The battle would be over in a few moments if they did fight. But the emotional battle? Those waters were murkier.
In a rage, Jie Shan moved his hands rapidly, firing ki blasts off into nowhere. Pointless? Yes, he thought, but it damn well made him feel better, just a tiny bit. If only rage could do him some good. There were some Saiyans who swore by rage and claimed that it made them better fighters, but Jie Shan belong to another school of thought. He knew that rage, while useful, only got one so far. When it came to fighting training, discipline and pure muscle memory would win out over rage. That was what years of soldiering had taught him.
But it was so easy to give over to rage. Better men and women than him had given themselves over to it and let it consume them. How did anyone ever expect him to remain in control? No, he thought, he had stay calm. He had to remember his training. And that is what he had come here for. He’d just kind of gotten carried away. Slowly, his breathing tense, he descended towards the ground. Maybe he could put his emotions to good use…
As he touched down on the ground, he began to channel ki into his body, letting it flow like water. It was a familiar feeling, a comforting one. At least he had control over the inner workings of his own body. Most of the time. Ki began to gather in the palm of his hand. Yes, he thought, just like this. Careful, he told himself, he could not overextend himself. Just as Beneria had told him. And, just as she had said, he had to be mindful of his form.
“Yes,” he whispered, “Just like this.”
The ki in his hand was gathering like a pale, grey storm in his hand. It was approaching a masterful state of power, perfection. And finally, it reached its final state. Jie Shan flung his hand forward and let the attack flow forward. A boundless beam of energy exploded from his palm, burning in front of him. It flashed for what seemed like an eternity, and finally it faded. Where the beam had burned there was now a ditch in the ground, where his ki had ripped chunks from the Earth.
“That” he said quietly, “Will do nicely. They say practice makes perfect, and I’m inclined to agree.”
He doubted his attack could get any better than that. At least not without overextending himself. But he was quite happy with the results. He felt almost hollow on the inside. He supposed it was therapeutic. Nothing like a little destruction to exorcise one’s demons. But his demons weren’t gone, not just yet. They were very, very real. But he was going to deal with them soon.
And he just the idea. His father was not the only one who could scheme.
(Unlocking [OT-3] Maelstrom Cloud Cannon. Please note, I unlocked the [OT-2] version in a previously posted thread that is still out for grading at this time.)
(I'll take PL for this, please! With my heavy weights and half-Elemi bonus! Thank you)
