Post by Jie Shan Lan Dian on Jan 24, 2017 9:15:49 GMT -5
(Using Jie's Mansion)
Jie Shan strode out into the open air courtyard of his home, the soft rays of a morning sun filtered by cool mist shining down on him. The morning air of the north was brisk, and the slightest shiver ran down Jie Shan’s spine and his skin turned to gooseflesh against the chilling touch of the world around him. The frosty fingertips chased all that remained of sleep from his body, his eyes now wide open and the nerves beneath the surface crying out, as if an electric undercurrent was working its way through his body.
It was a quiet morning, and a peaceful one. Jie Shan had risen early, long before the people who he employed would be rising. The silence in the courtyard gave the illusion that the whole world was standing still, as if beyond his little slice of the world, there was nothing else. The only thing that broke the silence was his own light footsteps against the flagstones of his courtyard, the soft sounds bouncing off the walls around him as the blade on his back bounced against the small of his body. On another world, the silence might have put him on edge, the halfblood having come to expect nothing but trouble to come roaring out of silence. But since his arrival on Earth, Jie Shan’s harsh expectations and cynical edge had softened just a touch. Perhaps it was the change of scenery that did him some good. What had started as a vacation had turned into more of a permanent residency on the Planet Earth, and ever since, the half-Elemi had never returned to his homeworld of Natto.
The Saiyan halfbreed could not honestly say he missed it, no, he had never truly thought of it as home, despite his own high standing on the planet. Certain individuals had seen to it that Jie Shan would never feel quite at home on the planet, working their sinister way into his mind, digging into the fleshy parts of his lobes like worms and never letting go. He saw faces filled with rage in his dreams, faces that might have well been etched into the very surface of Natto. Ever since he’d arrived on Earth, the dreams had lessened, at least that particularly Saiyan-inspired brand of nightmares. The others, burned into his mind by years of child soldiering, persisted. In-fact, Jie Shan had just woken from one only a little time ago. Dancing images of burning and broken bodies lingered in the shadowy part of his mind, standing like a thick fog.
It was almost therapeutic to find himself in this courtyard, the rays of daylight chasing the demons of the night far from him. But that was not his only purpose. Jie Shan had set out the morning to continue his work in making a proper tradition out of his fighting. Jie Shan already had some thoughts on the matter, seeking to further codify his own particular blend of swordsmanship. Tendons tightening, Jie Shan slowly reached for the jian at his back and drew it out, delicately twirling it about him. Jie Shan would waste no time into setting himself into drills, finely tuned routines that had been etched into his very soul by year's worth of blade wielding. It was second nature to him.
Suddenly moving himself into an offensive stance, ki flooded through him and his blade, that natural Elemi affinity for lightning of his manifesting itself. A slight crackle went through the air as the slightest current of lightning arced over his blade. Throwing himself forward, Jie Shan practiced a flurry of blows, each aided by a charge of lightning. This would become yet another traditional routine in his art, he decided, allowing it to demonstrate the fury of the storm.
Next came a spot of mediation, a touch of internalization. Jie Shan once again sheathed his blade and slowly sat down on the stone floor of his courtyard. The young Saiyan halfling sat in place, allowing a stillness to come over him. And while he would never achieve true peace, his blood would not allow that, Jie Shan began to feel a certain calm in the air of the morning as dew settled down on him. Slowly, the lids of his eyes closed over the black Saiyan eyes inherited from a father whom he hated. And as his eyes closed, his mind opened. Jie Shan had always been taught the value of mediation, mainly by his mother, though he had to admit that it, at times, felt almost unnatural to him. Perhaps he was just a man of action, and sitting still did not lend itself to him. After all, they say that one cannot bottle lightning.
But it had its uses, and Jie Shan intended to apply that in full to his new tradition. As he sat, he imagined a map of his body in his mind, the little trails that his mixed blood followed, paths lined by nerve endings, the very journey that his latent power followed. And the thought had always occurred to him, but now he was thinking of other ways to apply this pathway. Jie Shan knew of ki healing, and knew that it was more than possible for beings to assimilate and take in the ki of others, assuming the ki was charged for that kind of action. People had a great deal of control over what their ki could and could not do, hence why their power could heal in one moment and harm in another. But now, Jie Shan had come to the conclusion that it was possible for him to also internalize hostile ki and turn it about on his foes. The young halfblood had become something of an expert on ki in the past year, this learning aided by allies like Rudieri and by teachers like Nasu, even if it was an unintentional lesson. Yes, indeed, the teachings of the Soy School had greatly enhanced his understanding of ki, whether that was the point or not. The secret arts of that tradition were quite interesting from the perspective of bodily matters, especially that grand technique that greatly enhanced one’s power, incredibly so if they had allies. That was the moment when Jie Shan had realized so much was possible with ki, and that the sky was the limit.
And like how lightning pierces and shatters the sky, Jie Shan intended to break his limits. And now he was certain he was coming even closer. Jie Shan rose from his seat, ready to return to his study and begin to record what he’d done today. The young halfblood was certain he was coming even closer to formally finalizing his techniques.
My second solo for mastering Jie's school! I would like to have the Intermediate tier added, please, to the Lightning Blade Arts! Also, I would like PL with my mansion and half-Elemi bonuses, please!
Jie Shan strode out into the open air courtyard of his home, the soft rays of a morning sun filtered by cool mist shining down on him. The morning air of the north was brisk, and the slightest shiver ran down Jie Shan’s spine and his skin turned to gooseflesh against the chilling touch of the world around him. The frosty fingertips chased all that remained of sleep from his body, his eyes now wide open and the nerves beneath the surface crying out, as if an electric undercurrent was working its way through his body.
It was a quiet morning, and a peaceful one. Jie Shan had risen early, long before the people who he employed would be rising. The silence in the courtyard gave the illusion that the whole world was standing still, as if beyond his little slice of the world, there was nothing else. The only thing that broke the silence was his own light footsteps against the flagstones of his courtyard, the soft sounds bouncing off the walls around him as the blade on his back bounced against the small of his body. On another world, the silence might have put him on edge, the halfblood having come to expect nothing but trouble to come roaring out of silence. But since his arrival on Earth, Jie Shan’s harsh expectations and cynical edge had softened just a touch. Perhaps it was the change of scenery that did him some good. What had started as a vacation had turned into more of a permanent residency on the Planet Earth, and ever since, the half-Elemi had never returned to his homeworld of Natto.
The Saiyan halfbreed could not honestly say he missed it, no, he had never truly thought of it as home, despite his own high standing on the planet. Certain individuals had seen to it that Jie Shan would never feel quite at home on the planet, working their sinister way into his mind, digging into the fleshy parts of his lobes like worms and never letting go. He saw faces filled with rage in his dreams, faces that might have well been etched into the very surface of Natto. Ever since he’d arrived on Earth, the dreams had lessened, at least that particularly Saiyan-inspired brand of nightmares. The others, burned into his mind by years of child soldiering, persisted. In-fact, Jie Shan had just woken from one only a little time ago. Dancing images of burning and broken bodies lingered in the shadowy part of his mind, standing like a thick fog.
It was almost therapeutic to find himself in this courtyard, the rays of daylight chasing the demons of the night far from him. But that was not his only purpose. Jie Shan had set out the morning to continue his work in making a proper tradition out of his fighting. Jie Shan already had some thoughts on the matter, seeking to further codify his own particular blend of swordsmanship. Tendons tightening, Jie Shan slowly reached for the jian at his back and drew it out, delicately twirling it about him. Jie Shan would waste no time into setting himself into drills, finely tuned routines that had been etched into his very soul by year's worth of blade wielding. It was second nature to him.
Suddenly moving himself into an offensive stance, ki flooded through him and his blade, that natural Elemi affinity for lightning of his manifesting itself. A slight crackle went through the air as the slightest current of lightning arced over his blade. Throwing himself forward, Jie Shan practiced a flurry of blows, each aided by a charge of lightning. This would become yet another traditional routine in his art, he decided, allowing it to demonstrate the fury of the storm.
Next came a spot of mediation, a touch of internalization. Jie Shan once again sheathed his blade and slowly sat down on the stone floor of his courtyard. The young Saiyan halfling sat in place, allowing a stillness to come over him. And while he would never achieve true peace, his blood would not allow that, Jie Shan began to feel a certain calm in the air of the morning as dew settled down on him. Slowly, the lids of his eyes closed over the black Saiyan eyes inherited from a father whom he hated. And as his eyes closed, his mind opened. Jie Shan had always been taught the value of mediation, mainly by his mother, though he had to admit that it, at times, felt almost unnatural to him. Perhaps he was just a man of action, and sitting still did not lend itself to him. After all, they say that one cannot bottle lightning.
But it had its uses, and Jie Shan intended to apply that in full to his new tradition. As he sat, he imagined a map of his body in his mind, the little trails that his mixed blood followed, paths lined by nerve endings, the very journey that his latent power followed. And the thought had always occurred to him, but now he was thinking of other ways to apply this pathway. Jie Shan knew of ki healing, and knew that it was more than possible for beings to assimilate and take in the ki of others, assuming the ki was charged for that kind of action. People had a great deal of control over what their ki could and could not do, hence why their power could heal in one moment and harm in another. But now, Jie Shan had come to the conclusion that it was possible for him to also internalize hostile ki and turn it about on his foes. The young halfblood had become something of an expert on ki in the past year, this learning aided by allies like Rudieri and by teachers like Nasu, even if it was an unintentional lesson. Yes, indeed, the teachings of the Soy School had greatly enhanced his understanding of ki, whether that was the point or not. The secret arts of that tradition were quite interesting from the perspective of bodily matters, especially that grand technique that greatly enhanced one’s power, incredibly so if they had allies. That was the moment when Jie Shan had realized so much was possible with ki, and that the sky was the limit.
And like how lightning pierces and shatters the sky, Jie Shan intended to break his limits. And now he was certain he was coming even closer. Jie Shan rose from his seat, ready to return to his study and begin to record what he’d done today. The young halfblood was certain he was coming even closer to formally finalizing his techniques.
My second solo for mastering Jie's school! I would like to have the Intermediate tier added, please, to the Lightning Blade Arts! Also, I would like PL with my mansion and half-Elemi bonuses, please!
