Post by Jie Shan Lan Dian on Jan 26, 2017 9:04:33 GMT -5
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Jie Shan sat slouched in his swivel office chair, dark eyes locked almost blankly on the pale, glowing screen of his computer. Covering him was a thin blanket, a green shaw made of some Earthen cloth. It got cold in the northern mountains sometimes, despite the fact that Jie Shan had heating in his house. The climate of Earth was a far cry from the relatively warm temperatures of the planet of his Earth, and sometimes that difference creeped its way into his bones, spreading a ghastly chill throughout his being. The screen in front of him was covered with the homepage of a news site he had begun to frequent ever since he’d landed on Earth. Earthlings new, he thought dully. It was not the most interesting stuff in the world, quite boring when compared to most of the other people in the universe in-fact, but Jie Shan liked to keep up with the times of whatever planet he was on, no matter how boring that planet might be.
Jie Shan’s eyes snapped into focus as a large ki signature suddenly made itself very apparent in his vicinity. He shot upright, the blanket falling from his back as if he were a serpent shedding skin. An electronic buzz rang out overhead, the intercom system in his house coming to life. “Jie Shan,” came the familiar voice of Rudieri, “You have a visitor.”
The young halfblood breathed out heavily through his nose, eyes swiveling towards the lower corner of his computer screen. It was, he noted, eleven in the morning. Muttering to himself, he quickly began to open up his electronic planner on the computer, all the while shaking his head. “If it’s a salesman or some shit, send them away,” he ordered, “If it’s anyone here on official business, tell them I’m dead.” As he spoke, he was already subconsciously suppressing his ki.
There were no meetings on his schedule today, and the frown on his face deepened. Now, he thought, who could this be. And as he turned the question over in his mind, a notification popped up on his computer: someone was at the front door. Clicking rapidly, Jie Shan pulled up the closed security feed of his compound, switching over to the camera on his front door. What revealed itself made Jie Shan squint at the screen. A young man with dark hair, clearly dressed for travel, was standing at Jie Shan’s front door with a blade on his back. A wandering swordsman, looking for lodging? “Ah,” said the overhead voice of Rudieri, “That must be the first of your students.”
Jie Shan’s eyes widened like saucers, and he turned his face to the ceiling. “What do you mean?” Asked Jie Shan, “A student?”
“Do you remember,” continued Rudieri, “A few nights ago when you said you were considering taking on a few students now that you’d formally written all about your fighting style?”
Jie Shan nodded. “Yes, and…?” He asked, trailing off so that Rudieri might answer him.
“Well, I took it upon myself to put the word out, saying that a powerful master of the blade was looking to take on a few students,” she explained, “And judging by the blade on that guy’s back, I’d say he’s the first.”
“You put my location on these ads of yours?” Asked Jie Shan, his voice almost silent, as if he were shocked.
“Yes, sir!” Exclaimed Rudieri, “How else would all your potential students find you?”
Jie Shan’s brown Saiyan tail twitched in annoyance. “And my name too, I take it?”
“Yep,” she confirmed, “I called you: ‘Jie Shan Lan Dian, Master of the Lightning Blade’. Sounds cool, doesn’t it?”
With a sign, Jie Shan leaned back into his chair, the blanket that had once covered him now pressing into the small of his back as an uncomfortable bulge. Looking up back at the screen, the halfblood saw that the man was still there. A fog of indecision came over him. What would he do now? Have Rudieri wave the man off, or would he go and greet the potential first of his students? He grunted and ran a single hand through his silvery hair. And, suddenly, he pulled himself up and set top walking.
Jie Shan walked through the tall, arched hallways of his home, stepping through several squares of light provided by the windows in his home. He passed door upon door, until he finally came to the foyer of his home, his home being set up like a box with an open air courtyard in the center. As he reached the large, wooden double doors that marked the entrance to his home, the Saiyan closed his eyes one last time and sighed. Hand reaching out, it wrapped tight around the brass handle and he pulled the door open. The morning-near-afternoon light came streaming in as a gust of chilled mountain air rushed into his home, like when one opens a previously sealed container. Jie Shan squinted through the light, and his eyes fell on the newcomer: an Earthling, that was now obvious, one who was taller than Jie Shan, with a mass of dark hair that blended well with the brownish eyes set in his head.
“Hello,” said Jie Shan, “What can I do for you?”
Suddenly, the man dropped to his knees and prostrated himself before Jie Shan. Jie Shan cocked an eyebrow, taken aback by the very sudden display of reverance. “Master Lan Dian,” exclaimed the hunched over man, “I am Dou Furu of the Furu family! I have come to ask that you train me in the ways of the Lightning Blade Arts!”
Jie Shan’s eye twitched as the words ‘Master Lan Dian’ floated out into the air. “Call me ‘Jie Shan’,” ordered the hybrid, “And stand up, please.”
The man made a high pitched noise of confirmation, rushing to stand up as his blade rattled in his scabbard. Well, thought Jie Shan, it seemed as if Rudieri’s propaganda had worked. For a tiny moment in time, Jie Shan’s eyes darted all over the man. Frayed and dirty clothes indicative of travel. Same with the brown boots on Dou Furu’s feet. The man, he noted, was definitely an Earthling. That sword of his was definitely Earthen forged and the man had no alien features. But what Jie Shan saw in his mind’s eye through him through a loop: the man was very strong for an Earthling. Much stronger than any Earthling he had ever encountered, and that included the likes of his friend, the Hero.
“My apologies, Master Lan Dian- Oh no, I’m really sorry,” the man suddenly exclaimed, “I, uh, I’m just really nervous and wanted to show proper respect.”
“I’m not concerned with that,” stated Jie Shan plainly, almost bored, “So long as you’re not being an ass about it.”
The man nodded profusely. “Yes, sir!” Said the man excitedly, “So, um, will you teach me?”
Jie Shan shrugged and stepped aside, gesturing for the man join him in his home. “Let’s talk,” said Jie Shan.
---
“I come from a long and large line of swords-users,” explained Dou Furu, “My father and my aunts and uncles before me were blademasters, as were their ancestors, and as my generation has come to be. I am, in truth, the youngest of my father’s seven children. But I want to be the greatest of my generation, you see, so I left home very early and set to training.”
So, thought Jie Shan, the man was strong because he’d been training his entire life. Respectable, truly. “And you came across me?” Asked Jie Shan.
Dou Furu nodded. “Yes,” said the swordsman, “I was in the west when I came across a flier saying you were looking for students.” The man reached into the inner holdings of his travel jacket and drew out a worn sheet of paper and handed it to Jie Shan. Jie Shan held it up and stared at it, a grimace on his face. It had begun to fade and the edges were tattered and the sheet was marked by myriad folds, but it was as Dou Furu said: it did indeed bear his name. And, he noted, just as Rudieri had described it. Jie Shan handed the paper back to Dou Furu who stuffed once again into his jacket.
The two stood in silence for a few moments, as Jie Shan pondered what to do. He truly would have prefered to pick and choose his own students at his discretion, rather than have people come to him. But Rudieri had seen to it that that would not be fully up to him. Instead, he stared at Dou Furu, giving the man a hard, appraising look. Suddenly, Jie Shan realized the man was just about the same age that he was. A funny feeling formed in the pit of his stomach; Jie Shan was really a master now and people would come to him seeking guidance, regardless of age. What to do?
Jie Shan gave a curt nod. “I’ll take you on,” said Jie Shan, “Training starts tomorrow.” The words came out suddenly and with no exposition, only the straightforward promise of training. Dou Furu’s eyes lit up. “Thank you, Master Lan Dian- I mean, Jie Shan!” Declared his new student, “I won’t disappoint!”
Jie Shan’s head bobbed to either side, the slightest wisp of a grin marking his face. “Well,” said Jie Shan simply, “We’ll see.”
A small solo! I would like PL, with my mansion and half-Elemi bonus, please! Thank you!
Jie Shan sat slouched in his swivel office chair, dark eyes locked almost blankly on the pale, glowing screen of his computer. Covering him was a thin blanket, a green shaw made of some Earthen cloth. It got cold in the northern mountains sometimes, despite the fact that Jie Shan had heating in his house. The climate of Earth was a far cry from the relatively warm temperatures of the planet of his Earth, and sometimes that difference creeped its way into his bones, spreading a ghastly chill throughout his being. The screen in front of him was covered with the homepage of a news site he had begun to frequent ever since he’d landed on Earth. Earthlings new, he thought dully. It was not the most interesting stuff in the world, quite boring when compared to most of the other people in the universe in-fact, but Jie Shan liked to keep up with the times of whatever planet he was on, no matter how boring that planet might be.
Jie Shan’s eyes snapped into focus as a large ki signature suddenly made itself very apparent in his vicinity. He shot upright, the blanket falling from his back as if he were a serpent shedding skin. An electronic buzz rang out overhead, the intercom system in his house coming to life. “Jie Shan,” came the familiar voice of Rudieri, “You have a visitor.”
The young halfblood breathed out heavily through his nose, eyes swiveling towards the lower corner of his computer screen. It was, he noted, eleven in the morning. Muttering to himself, he quickly began to open up his electronic planner on the computer, all the while shaking his head. “If it’s a salesman or some shit, send them away,” he ordered, “If it’s anyone here on official business, tell them I’m dead.” As he spoke, he was already subconsciously suppressing his ki.
There were no meetings on his schedule today, and the frown on his face deepened. Now, he thought, who could this be. And as he turned the question over in his mind, a notification popped up on his computer: someone was at the front door. Clicking rapidly, Jie Shan pulled up the closed security feed of his compound, switching over to the camera on his front door. What revealed itself made Jie Shan squint at the screen. A young man with dark hair, clearly dressed for travel, was standing at Jie Shan’s front door with a blade on his back. A wandering swordsman, looking for lodging? “Ah,” said the overhead voice of Rudieri, “That must be the first of your students.”
Jie Shan’s eyes widened like saucers, and he turned his face to the ceiling. “What do you mean?” Asked Jie Shan, “A student?”
“Do you remember,” continued Rudieri, “A few nights ago when you said you were considering taking on a few students now that you’d formally written all about your fighting style?”
Jie Shan nodded. “Yes, and…?” He asked, trailing off so that Rudieri might answer him.
“Well, I took it upon myself to put the word out, saying that a powerful master of the blade was looking to take on a few students,” she explained, “And judging by the blade on that guy’s back, I’d say he’s the first.”
“You put my location on these ads of yours?” Asked Jie Shan, his voice almost silent, as if he were shocked.
“Yes, sir!” Exclaimed Rudieri, “How else would all your potential students find you?”
Jie Shan’s brown Saiyan tail twitched in annoyance. “And my name too, I take it?”
“Yep,” she confirmed, “I called you: ‘Jie Shan Lan Dian, Master of the Lightning Blade’. Sounds cool, doesn’t it?”
With a sign, Jie Shan leaned back into his chair, the blanket that had once covered him now pressing into the small of his back as an uncomfortable bulge. Looking up back at the screen, the halfblood saw that the man was still there. A fog of indecision came over him. What would he do now? Have Rudieri wave the man off, or would he go and greet the potential first of his students? He grunted and ran a single hand through his silvery hair. And, suddenly, he pulled himself up and set top walking.
Jie Shan walked through the tall, arched hallways of his home, stepping through several squares of light provided by the windows in his home. He passed door upon door, until he finally came to the foyer of his home, his home being set up like a box with an open air courtyard in the center. As he reached the large, wooden double doors that marked the entrance to his home, the Saiyan closed his eyes one last time and sighed. Hand reaching out, it wrapped tight around the brass handle and he pulled the door open. The morning-near-afternoon light came streaming in as a gust of chilled mountain air rushed into his home, like when one opens a previously sealed container. Jie Shan squinted through the light, and his eyes fell on the newcomer: an Earthling, that was now obvious, one who was taller than Jie Shan, with a mass of dark hair that blended well with the brownish eyes set in his head.
“Hello,” said Jie Shan, “What can I do for you?”
Suddenly, the man dropped to his knees and prostrated himself before Jie Shan. Jie Shan cocked an eyebrow, taken aback by the very sudden display of reverance. “Master Lan Dian,” exclaimed the hunched over man, “I am Dou Furu of the Furu family! I have come to ask that you train me in the ways of the Lightning Blade Arts!”
Jie Shan’s eye twitched as the words ‘Master Lan Dian’ floated out into the air. “Call me ‘Jie Shan’,” ordered the hybrid, “And stand up, please.”
The man made a high pitched noise of confirmation, rushing to stand up as his blade rattled in his scabbard. Well, thought Jie Shan, it seemed as if Rudieri’s propaganda had worked. For a tiny moment in time, Jie Shan’s eyes darted all over the man. Frayed and dirty clothes indicative of travel. Same with the brown boots on Dou Furu’s feet. The man, he noted, was definitely an Earthling. That sword of his was definitely Earthen forged and the man had no alien features. But what Jie Shan saw in his mind’s eye through him through a loop: the man was very strong for an Earthling. Much stronger than any Earthling he had ever encountered, and that included the likes of his friend, the Hero.
“My apologies, Master Lan Dian- Oh no, I’m really sorry,” the man suddenly exclaimed, “I, uh, I’m just really nervous and wanted to show proper respect.”
“I’m not concerned with that,” stated Jie Shan plainly, almost bored, “So long as you’re not being an ass about it.”
The man nodded profusely. “Yes, sir!” Said the man excitedly, “So, um, will you teach me?”
Jie Shan shrugged and stepped aside, gesturing for the man join him in his home. “Let’s talk,” said Jie Shan.
---
“I come from a long and large line of swords-users,” explained Dou Furu, “My father and my aunts and uncles before me were blademasters, as were their ancestors, and as my generation has come to be. I am, in truth, the youngest of my father’s seven children. But I want to be the greatest of my generation, you see, so I left home very early and set to training.”
So, thought Jie Shan, the man was strong because he’d been training his entire life. Respectable, truly. “And you came across me?” Asked Jie Shan.
Dou Furu nodded. “Yes,” said the swordsman, “I was in the west when I came across a flier saying you were looking for students.” The man reached into the inner holdings of his travel jacket and drew out a worn sheet of paper and handed it to Jie Shan. Jie Shan held it up and stared at it, a grimace on his face. It had begun to fade and the edges were tattered and the sheet was marked by myriad folds, but it was as Dou Furu said: it did indeed bear his name. And, he noted, just as Rudieri had described it. Jie Shan handed the paper back to Dou Furu who stuffed once again into his jacket.
The two stood in silence for a few moments, as Jie Shan pondered what to do. He truly would have prefered to pick and choose his own students at his discretion, rather than have people come to him. But Rudieri had seen to it that that would not be fully up to him. Instead, he stared at Dou Furu, giving the man a hard, appraising look. Suddenly, Jie Shan realized the man was just about the same age that he was. A funny feeling formed in the pit of his stomach; Jie Shan was really a master now and people would come to him seeking guidance, regardless of age. What to do?
Jie Shan gave a curt nod. “I’ll take you on,” said Jie Shan, “Training starts tomorrow.” The words came out suddenly and with no exposition, only the straightforward promise of training. Dou Furu’s eyes lit up. “Thank you, Master Lan Dian- I mean, Jie Shan!” Declared his new student, “I won’t disappoint!”
Jie Shan’s head bobbed to either side, the slightest wisp of a grin marking his face. “Well,” said Jie Shan simply, “We’ll see.”
A small solo! I would like PL, with my mansion and half-Elemi bonus, please! Thank you!