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CERVEZ'S BASE PL: 230,768 CERVEZ'S CURRENT PL: 5,769,200
GAIN BONUSES: Anubian Racial - Social - Dojo |
PL MULTIPLIERS: Inate Power (x25P)
"Man... who knew this place could be so beautiful?" A tall, sandy brown furred Wolfman spoke to no one in particular as he walked the garden that surrounded the Crane School's entrance, stopping once he reached the middle of the small bridge that passed through the pond. Leaning against the railing and looking at the clear waters below, his golden eyes traced the swimming patterns of the koi fishes with a content look on his face. "This place really needed a bad clean up after we left it without any sort of attention for so long, but thankfully with the help of my Master, not that he helped that much anyway, we managed to clean everything from top to bottom." Sighing under his breath, the demonic wolfman stretched his muscled arms to the skies, humming thoughtfully as his back popped and straightened.
"It's a shame that it doesn't have any sort of students though." Samael shrugged his massive shoulders. "But oh well, I did try and get the word out that the Crane School was back in business after we cleaned the whole place up. Master doesn't know since he went straight back to bed after we cleaned this place. Hopefully, someone will see the advertisement and come learn under my Master."
Said Anubian was currently meditating inside his quarters, a bead of sweat trailing down the side of his canine head as he put great focus on what he was doing. Ever since he got back from that encounter with the Saiyan back on Namek, the Anubian decided that he needed to do something about his latent power, and the only way to do so was to train and hone his ability to call forth the destructive energy that resided inside of him. While he had made some progress it still wasn't enough for him.
He NEEDED to become stronger at all cost, he couldn't go on as he was if he planned on making sure that the Balance remained.
[TPL: 70,000] [Suppression II PL: 210] Well, this was a nice return. It'd been some time since Ebi had been around West City and ventured close to the outskirts and temples. Now this was a treat for him, though. As he had the pleasure to find that the old temple for the Crane sennin was revived and redone. Or at least that's what the ad said. He hoped it wasn't just a false lead, because truth be told, he needed some guidance. Sure he was strong enough, for a Human anyways, but he could use some extra strength. After all, how was he supposed to keep his loved ones safe. Or future loved ones? Whatever, he knew what he wanted. With Cervez' ad shoved into the pocket of his pants, Ebi arrived fairly quickly. Walking into the beautiful establishment and whistling at the cleanliness and general uplifting feeling it casted. This place just felt like it exuded focus and knowledge. He loved that sort of environment. It alternated well from the more fun side of things.
"Oiii! Anyone home?" Ebi called. Dropping his duffle bag at his feet, the lad standing at the very entrance of the Crane Master's domain.
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Shira asked with a raised eyebrow from his home. His father was showing him a flier he had picked up on the street. His father looked at him - nodding. "It's one of the oldest Martial Arts Schools on the Planet. They have provided fine warriors on this planet for centuries," his father said with a nod. Shira shrugged. "Alright. I guess I can check it out...," he said with a smile. It seemed like a good investment of his time. He could use some more formal training. His power level had been growing steadily in recent time. With that power he would need to focus on how to best control it. To utilize high power with technique and skill was a difficult challenge. He needed an instructor, and his father unfortunately would no longer suffice in that regard. In his signature black bomber jacket with a red t-shirt underneath and black baggy pants the teen headed out into the far distance. The teenager charging off in a burst of light blue light as he headed on toward the location listed on the flier.
Shira touched down lightly with his boots on the ground of the location. It was a rather tranquil garden with what looked like a Dojo up ahead. He took slow and calm steps journeying past the bridge and through the path of the garden. It was a rather short stroll for the human genius. He seemed a bit unnerved. At the front of the steps he saw what appeared to be a child. What was someone so young doing here? And why did he sense a strange power level? It seemed like it was fluctuating somewhat. For a human it was a extraordinarily high. Two hundred? Granted it was nothing in the grand scheme of the universe, but it was still impressive.
"What's up, kid?" he said with a soft, kind smile. "I take it you're looking for training as well today?"he said with a tilt of the head. He seemed a bit young, but Shira had no reason to judge him...
[WC: 350] [Heavy Weighted Clothing: 28,000 reduced to 7,000]
CERVEZ'S BASE PL: 230,768 CERVEZ'S CURRENT PL: 5,769,200
GAIN BONUSES: Anubian Racial - Social - Dojo |
PL MULTIPLIERS: Inate Power (x25P)
The sound of what seemed to almost belong to a teenage boy and an older young man's voice brought Samael short from his internal musing. He almost panicked, thinking that any sort of disruption might incur his Master's wrath until he remembered about the ads he was tasked with plastering around the area and beyond the Western Frontier. A small amount of excitement curled in his chest, has someone found the ads and were requesting an audience with his Lord?
Clearing his throat, the large muscular demonic Wolfman made his way around towards the front of the temple from the posterior of the building, his form somewhat hidden in some of the shadows the cherry blossom trees cast alongside the building before he appeared around the corner. His golden eyes spotted the two individuals standing at the entrance of the building, and he couldn't help but raise a brow at the power-level they had, but he made sure not to judge a book by its cover just yet.
Who knows, these two humans might surprise him; they had a habit of doing that as of late for what he gathered after doing a bit of reconnaissance mission around the planet.
"I assume you two are here to learn under my Master?" Samael's deep bass tone was quick and to the point, no beating around the bush but he swore if they were some sort of salesman duo wanting to sell their wares he'd push them out of the premises immediately, his Lord didn't need such distractions like that one.
"Kid?" Ebi repeated, his brow being cocked curiously. This wasn't the first time he heard that one, he always got mistaken for a little kid. His mood had dropped for a moment, but this guy seemed like a good guy. He had that smile and was being genuine. Huffing heavily, Ebi removed his cap and scratched his brow using the bill of the hat. His spiky hair being freed and jumping into its normal position. "Hey, Yeah, I'm here for training too. The name's Ebi. Cho Ebihan, age seventeen by the way. Do me a favor and remember that, okay?" Ebi tilted his head and smiled widely at Shira. Though, attention was phased onto Samael the moment he had appeared and made his presence known. Perfect, he knew just what they wanted.
"Yeah, that's right!" Ebihan replied, taking a single step forward and pointing his thumb to his chest, jabbing his left pectoral muscle a few times. "The names Ebi, and I'm here to learn a thing or two from the Crane sennin." He declared, being sure to take the initiative for his training. He may have come off as a little brash, but it was coming from a good place. Once things were settled, his eagerness would calm down.
Shira’s eyes widened, a shade of red hue on his face as he realized his folly. He could read facial cues, and when the man looked at him funny and huffed - he knew it was a sign of annoyance. He was usually more careful about making assumptions, but this one honestly was just wow. The man introduced himself - leaving Shira a bit quiet for a moment as he listened to him. He seemed rather cool about it. Shira wasn’t sure how he’d have responded in that situation. Shira looked away. “Oh… sorry about that,” he said while scratching his head looking back at him with a light chuckle for a brief moment. “Shira Yoshida - From East City. And yeah I’m hoping to get some training as well. I could really use some guidance to be honest,” he said, his face growing a bit more serious as he said that. He needed this training. His fighting skills were still lackluster, their grace and fluidity nonexistent. If he ever hoped to prove to be a skillful warrior for Earth - he needed to start learning the true ins and outs of it.
It was then that the wolf appeared. Only it was evident that it was not entirely a wolf - as wolves were not bipedal typically. He wondered if the creature was a Zoanthrope of some kind? He had heard of native creatures on this planet that turned into animals after all. Their own Queen was a unique race herself. A Kitsune. As he came out - Shira bowed in a bid to seem respectful. The low bass resonance of the creature’s voice was almost startling. It seemed he was inquiring about them wanting training. “Aye. We are both here to meet with the new Crane Master. We request a chance to meet with him so that we may prove ourselves to him,” Shira said respectfully. Ebihan was a bit more overzealous in his message and rudely so. Shira hoped his respectfulness would help them both out. He also had a back-up plan…
But god would he just hate having to resort to that.
CERVEZ'S BASE PL: 230,768 CERVEZ'S CURRENT PL: 5,769,200
GAIN BONUSES: Anubian Racial - Social - Dojo |
PL MULTIPLIERS: Inate Power (x25P)
Samael looked at the two of them with a shrewd gaze, interchanging locking eyes with the two of them for a few seconds before he gave them his back and walked away. "Well then, follow me. If you pass my Master's test then you're on board for a grueling training session." He only got the basic gimmick for what Cervez wanted his students to learn before they could earn the right to use the School techniques, but based on what little he heard these two were bound to a grueling training session should they pass his Master's expectations.
Soon enough they entered the Temple's entrance and were graced with the sight of the common room, it was a spacious thing with many hallways that led to different parts of the building. He turned his head slightly so he could catch both would-be students with his gaze. "Stay here, I'll go fetch my Master," With that said, the Demon Wolf let the two students in the room and disappeared into one of the hallways.
Ten minutes passed before the Wolfman returned with a purple-furred Jackal in tow. The Canine was dressed in Egyptian styled clothing, something you don't normally see in this part of the region. Cervez stopped two feet apart from his two would-be students, an eyeridge raised in curiosity as he observed the two individuals gracing his presence. "What brings you to my temple?" He asked, straight to the point. Were they merely here because they wanted training, discipline or perhaps some sort of spiritual journey they were undergoing?
Perhaps they wanted a purpose or just a way to become stronger and crush their foes? There were many reasons people searched for Martial Arts Masters to train under, each and every one of them with their own reasons for doing so, and he was curious what was the reasoning of these two.
Samael merely stood behind and to the right side of his Master, arms crossed across his chest and looking like a guard dog standing at attention in the case his Master was attacked.
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