Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2017 13:26:17 GMT -5
(Current PL: 2,550 due to Heavy WC)
(Actual PL: 10,200)
(WC: 1,320)
This day felt like any other day. Ordinary. There was really not much of anything going on which tended to be boring to most. On the outskirts of the Bamboo Forest, Marcel found himself walking along a flat, somewhat rocky path. It was yet again an early morning since the hybrid had a thing for waking up before most of the world did. His face was riddled with sweat, some that dripped down to his clothing, or the ground which made small, barely audible dripping sounds. It was evident that the man got some of his daily training done before taking off to explore some. Despite being tired, the man didn't really look as such, even having a small smile on his face as he enjoyed this stroll.
His weights remained hidden under his gray coat despite finishing with his training. It was regular for him to not take them off as he'd like to think to himself that he is always training.
But that wasn't the only reason however...
Knowing how these weights weaken his true power, Law also keeps them on to make sure he doesn't do anything too destructive if his...."inner demons" were to show. In certain situations, Marcel is known to lose his calm personality, and have it replaced by a more....destructive side formed by both his demonic, and Saiyan genes. This was also why he somewhat secluded himself to the Bamboo Forest....other then liking the place. He believes that the peaceful nature of the area will be enough to help him with the goal of getting control over it one day. But for now, Law was once again on his walks, finding himself on the outskirts of the Forest. There were still trees here, and there along with some wildlife, but not enough compared to the forest itself. From how things looked, it appeared that this could have been an extension of the forest, but was taken down to make way for this path years ago. What could possibly lay at the end of this path only made the hybrid more curious. He continued to walk, pondering if he should just take to the air which admittedly would be faster, but then he wouldn't be able to take in his surroundings like he so much enjoyed. Plus, he also adored that sound his feet made when they pressed against the rough ground, kicking some rocks to the side from time to time. The man placed his hands in his pockets, and looked up to the nice blue sky, a cloud, or two rolling in, but not enough to signal an incoming storm. As he continued to look up, enjoying the view, he would notice a small flash from the corner of his eye, causing him to stop in his tracks, his smile fading away.
The hybrid's head leaned back down as he glanced to the side, seeing the reflection of something which nearly blinded him at first with that light. He looked away, and blinked a few times before shaking his head. Instead of proceeding forward, Marcel decided to walk his way to whatever it was the sun was reflecting off of. He noticed something peeking out of some bushes, and decided to part the greenery a bit. Upon closer inspection, it was actually a.....sword?
The skinny, silver blade appeared to be facing upwards as the hilt was dug into the ground, making it impossible for a normal person to pickup without getting cut. Fortunately, Marcel isn't a normal person. The man curiously picked up the blade, and pulled it out of the ground without any cuts to his hand, or struggles. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that it was, "A Katana?" The hilt was a mixture of black, and yellow covered with some dirt for being in the ground. By the looks of the blade itself, the sword was here for quite a while, but at the same time seemed like it could still function well. Now holding the katana by the hilt, Marcel grew even more curious of what was down this path, so he got back to walking with sword still in hand. At times, the hybrid would glance at the katana he held, admiring the appearance of it despite the signs of age. He himself was never user of swords, but he has done some research about them on the past, and how people could harness their ki through it. It didn't really seem necessary to Marcel since he focused more on using his fists, but he would be lying if he said it didn't catch his interest. With his eyes still on the katana while he walked, Marcel found yet another thing from the corner of his eye!!
But it wasn't another sword....
It was a.....building!
Or a Dojo to be exact. Marcel stopped in his tracks, and looked up at it. It appeared to be a bit run down, but still standing luckily. Law sensed around for ki, but came up with nothing. It made sense since this place appeared like it wasn't used in a while. The hybrid wanted a much more closer inspection of this place, a look at its interior. So without second thought of the place possibly collapsing on him....even though it wouldn't have done nothing to him, the man decided to go in, climbing up the creaky stairs. The double door entrance appeared to be worn down, one of the doors actually open, and hanging on barely. The hybrid entered, making sure to not even poke the door in case it would fall straight off.
It was darker inside compared to outside with a hole in the ceiling that light would ray down from by the sun. Things appeared out of shape with random messes, and trash littered about, slash marks found on some parts of the walls. There was also this smell that made the man cringe, but not enough to turn tail, and run. As he walked a bit deeper in, he cocked an eyebrow as he begun to get the feeling that he has seen this place somewhere before. At the other end of the Dojo, Marcel would stop as he looked up at the wall. Five more katana were stalked up one after the other with a sign written in mostly Japanese characters hung above them. It had a few rips around it, which made it hard to read....except for the words above the Japanese ones, which were in English. His eyes widened once he read the words....
"K-Kikoukenjutsu...." he repeated what he saw. This....this was....
He backed up a bit, as he started to look around. He has read up on this place in the past. It was a famous dojo along side that Turtle, and Crane one. How could such a place be in this terrible condition? Was this place given up on!? Perhaps the students of this school moved on to another location? Either way, this just couldn't stand in the hybrid's eyes. Such a sacred place that has been around for years in such a state? He balled up his fists, gritting his teeth some only to realize he still had that one katana in hand. He looked down at it, and loosened his grip some before sighing. Marcel then looked around at his surroundings. He couldn't let such a place born from this beautiful planet stay in such a condition. The hybrid placed the katana on a small table located in the center of the dojo before crossing his arms.
This may take a while, but the man planned on getting this place back together. Not to bring people back, but to make sure that this place can still stand for many more years to come. So with a smile on his face, and hands dropping to his sides, the man decided to take on the challenge.
(Actual PL: 10,200)
(WC: 1,320)
This day felt like any other day. Ordinary. There was really not much of anything going on which tended to be boring to most. On the outskirts of the Bamboo Forest, Marcel found himself walking along a flat, somewhat rocky path. It was yet again an early morning since the hybrid had a thing for waking up before most of the world did. His face was riddled with sweat, some that dripped down to his clothing, or the ground which made small, barely audible dripping sounds. It was evident that the man got some of his daily training done before taking off to explore some. Despite being tired, the man didn't really look as such, even having a small smile on his face as he enjoyed this stroll.
His weights remained hidden under his gray coat despite finishing with his training. It was regular for him to not take them off as he'd like to think to himself that he is always training.
But that wasn't the only reason however...
Knowing how these weights weaken his true power, Law also keeps them on to make sure he doesn't do anything too destructive if his...."inner demons" were to show. In certain situations, Marcel is known to lose his calm personality, and have it replaced by a more....destructive side formed by both his demonic, and Saiyan genes. This was also why he somewhat secluded himself to the Bamboo Forest....other then liking the place. He believes that the peaceful nature of the area will be enough to help him with the goal of getting control over it one day. But for now, Law was once again on his walks, finding himself on the outskirts of the Forest. There were still trees here, and there along with some wildlife, but not enough compared to the forest itself. From how things looked, it appeared that this could have been an extension of the forest, but was taken down to make way for this path years ago. What could possibly lay at the end of this path only made the hybrid more curious. He continued to walk, pondering if he should just take to the air which admittedly would be faster, but then he wouldn't be able to take in his surroundings like he so much enjoyed. Plus, he also adored that sound his feet made when they pressed against the rough ground, kicking some rocks to the side from time to time. The man placed his hands in his pockets, and looked up to the nice blue sky, a cloud, or two rolling in, but not enough to signal an incoming storm. As he continued to look up, enjoying the view, he would notice a small flash from the corner of his eye, causing him to stop in his tracks, his smile fading away.
The hybrid's head leaned back down as he glanced to the side, seeing the reflection of something which nearly blinded him at first with that light. He looked away, and blinked a few times before shaking his head. Instead of proceeding forward, Marcel decided to walk his way to whatever it was the sun was reflecting off of. He noticed something peeking out of some bushes, and decided to part the greenery a bit. Upon closer inspection, it was actually a.....sword?
The skinny, silver blade appeared to be facing upwards as the hilt was dug into the ground, making it impossible for a normal person to pickup without getting cut. Fortunately, Marcel isn't a normal person. The man curiously picked up the blade, and pulled it out of the ground without any cuts to his hand, or struggles. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that it was, "A Katana?" The hilt was a mixture of black, and yellow covered with some dirt for being in the ground. By the looks of the blade itself, the sword was here for quite a while, but at the same time seemed like it could still function well. Now holding the katana by the hilt, Marcel grew even more curious of what was down this path, so he got back to walking with sword still in hand. At times, the hybrid would glance at the katana he held, admiring the appearance of it despite the signs of age. He himself was never user of swords, but he has done some research about them on the past, and how people could harness their ki through it. It didn't really seem necessary to Marcel since he focused more on using his fists, but he would be lying if he said it didn't catch his interest. With his eyes still on the katana while he walked, Marcel found yet another thing from the corner of his eye!!
But it wasn't another sword....
It was a.....building!
Or a Dojo to be exact. Marcel stopped in his tracks, and looked up at it. It appeared to be a bit run down, but still standing luckily. Law sensed around for ki, but came up with nothing. It made sense since this place appeared like it wasn't used in a while. The hybrid wanted a much more closer inspection of this place, a look at its interior. So without second thought of the place possibly collapsing on him....even though it wouldn't have done nothing to him, the man decided to go in, climbing up the creaky stairs. The double door entrance appeared to be worn down, one of the doors actually open, and hanging on barely. The hybrid entered, making sure to not even poke the door in case it would fall straight off.
It was darker inside compared to outside with a hole in the ceiling that light would ray down from by the sun. Things appeared out of shape with random messes, and trash littered about, slash marks found on some parts of the walls. There was also this smell that made the man cringe, but not enough to turn tail, and run. As he walked a bit deeper in, he cocked an eyebrow as he begun to get the feeling that he has seen this place somewhere before. At the other end of the Dojo, Marcel would stop as he looked up at the wall. Five more katana were stalked up one after the other with a sign written in mostly Japanese characters hung above them. It had a few rips around it, which made it hard to read....except for the words above the Japanese ones, which were in English. His eyes widened once he read the words....
"K-Kikoukenjutsu...." he repeated what he saw. This....this was....
He backed up a bit, as he started to look around. He has read up on this place in the past. It was a famous dojo along side that Turtle, and Crane one. How could such a place be in this terrible condition? Was this place given up on!? Perhaps the students of this school moved on to another location? Either way, this just couldn't stand in the hybrid's eyes. Such a sacred place that has been around for years in such a state? He balled up his fists, gritting his teeth some only to realize he still had that one katana in hand. He looked down at it, and loosened his grip some before sighing. Marcel then looked around at his surroundings. He couldn't let such a place born from this beautiful planet stay in such a condition. The hybrid placed the katana on a small table located in the center of the dojo before crossing his arms.
This may take a while, but the man planned on getting this place back together. Not to bring people back, but to make sure that this place can still stand for many more years to come. So with a smile on his face, and hands dropping to his sides, the man decided to take on the challenge.