Post by Adular on Feb 10, 2019 5:27:39 GMT -5
Adular would sit still, motionless, without a word escaping his mouth, his ass firmly planted on a red unearthly rock. It was like he was on mars, he was most certainly not on any interesting planet for that matter. He was in hell, and hell makes for poor entertainment.
“Sigh…” Adular would let a small exasperated breath leave his lips, his eyes blinking every year or so, it was poetic, honestly… The… Uh. Yeah, he wasn’t thinking of anything. In truth he was just finding trouble distracting himself, all that ever truly entertained was combat, and having very little of that, well, it’d lead to some expected boredom. But, bah-humbug, he’d find something to do, even if it might have to come at the cost of someone else’s li-
-right… They’re, in hell.
A loud groan would escape Adular’s lips, echoing through the barren wasteland that was hell in a monotonous rumble. Kaidamnit, enough of this time wasting bullshit, there’s more to be done, just… Well, it feels like he’s training all he can, he doesn’t have a point of reference. Just how the hell would he improve his Kamehameha wave without someone who actually knew how it worked? Another groan would leave his lips, his spite to his situation only intensifying. Surely, surely there’d be a better way to spend this time then seeing how long he can keep his head still on the palm of his hand.
Adular would think, and think, and think, and well, think. Nothing came to mind. He’d sigh, standing up and walking around a pool of blood, glancing down into it to see his reflection. His… Reflection.
Slowly but steadily, the cobwebbed gears in Adular’s head would begin to turn.
If there was no one here to fight, then he’d just fight himself.
It was one of those ideas that was stupid enough to possibly be a good idea. Afterall, he had been practicing a technique he saw in his skirmish with the Kai, Maki. Just, maybe he didn’t have it as mastered as she did. First, he’d take in a breath, closing his eyes, focusing his energy and energizing his focus. He was never one hundred percent sure of how she actually managed to duplicate herself. However, he found a suitable way to replicate it.
As Adular’s eyes peeled open, he’d see crystals forming one on top of eachother, taking the form of something roughly humanoid, albeit with half a torso, an arm, and a head missing. He’d wait patiently, watching intensely as a vein pulsed out of his forehead. Focusing energy was not an easy task, no matter how easy some people may be able to make it look. Slowly but surely the form became more symmetrical, more balanced, more detailed, though it was yet to take a form that reflected Adular’s own, this is where the next step came in. Adular would tilt his head down, placing his hand on the crystal effigy’s chest and letting energy flow through. As the being received the energy, color and and vibrance would enter it’s chest, turning a pale skin tone, as inversely, Adular’s hand grew less opaque and more dull. A side effect that didn’t exactly put his mind at ease.
After awhile of energy focus, the ki dripping out of Adular’s palm like water from a leaky faucet, it’d be done. A copy, not quite exact, though similar in build and currently identical in power. (Adular would not stare at their copy’s abs, how dare you even insinuate such a thought.) Even though he currently felt like a quarter filled bucket, this put some energy back into him, “Alright, maybe I’m onto something here.” He’d chuckle, staring down the entity with malevolent intent. Now, he being the one to destroy himself? This is poetic.
Adular would take a fighting pose, Adular’s copy matching the stance, hurhm, he left himself a little open on the right, didn’t he? Adular would smile, charging forward and being thoroughly punished, the copy delivering a resounding kick to Adular’s right flank. Adular would cough out his pain in a sharp exhale, being flung to the side with that strike, spinning and scraping every centimeter of his body as he slid across the coarse ground of hell. Okay, okay that hurt, that actually really hurt. Adular knew he is far from a smart man but even he can’t help but cuss himself, and himself, out for that damned stupid action. He noticed his guard was off, why would a copy of himself not notice it?
He’d grunt loudly, taking another combat pose… But shifting it a little, keeping a little more attention on his right, “Now then, let’s do this again you little shit.” Adular would speak quite calmly, though his words would be accentuated by a tone of frustration. Also, he’d be quite oblivious to the fact that he basically called himself a little shit. Round 2, let’s go. Adular would charge in, kicking off the dusty red dirt, a cloud of pressure forming as Adular launched off, the wind whipping at his gi.
A strike to the left, countered by a kick to his forearm. A knife hand jab, countered with a lunging headbutt. A energy blast, countered with one from the copy’s own.
“Motherfu-” Adular would begin to speak, before the copy launched up, throwing a roundhouse kick to the original. Adular would gaze in surprise, although, wait. He’d take a deep breath, before the kick connected, he’d grab onto the copy’s foot, placing another hand on their thigh, and soaring down. He’d let out a maniac yell, throwing himself into the ground, it was oddly therapeutic.
He’d laugh, alright, this wasn’t actually too bad. Though, he ought to finish it, having a fight is no good without a winner, “Energy waa-”
“-Energy wave!”
Oh, copy, hooray. Adular would display an annoyed expression, for something that was his idea he really did not think it through. As the copy launched its energy wave, Adular would launch his, the two waves crashing and exploding in the air. Great, dynamic, how awesome, but the thought that immediately popped into Adular’s head was HOW THE HELL WAS HE SUPPOSED TO FINISH THIS IF THIS COPY COULD COUNTER WHAT HE WAS DOING? Granted, he could just dismiss it and reclaim his energy, but his ego did not work that way, he was going to end himself, no matter how unorthodox the method.
Though, as he gazed at himself, it really became clear that the method would have to be unorthodox. Like, so unorthodox he wouldn’t do it. But how the hell would he do that? Or, not do that, damnit, he’s got himself confused! Adular would breath, clearly getting addled by the puzzle he himself had set up. Alright, if this copy was countering him on his own moves, maybe he could invent his own, create a new attack, something to finish this bastard off and satisfy his want for a complete fight. Again, he was completely oblivious of the self-insult. Alright… Maybe if he focused his energy like the Kamehameha, but, what if-
“SUPER ENERGY WAVE!”
He officially had not much time to think it through, watching the copy form a wave of energy that seemed quite colossal even from a distance. As he saw the wave come closer, glowing with intense heat, he’d act on instinct, throwing his fingers back, focusing energy, like how he would a super energy wave, though condensing it, keeping it just in the tips of his fingers. As the wave got closer, he’s have even less time to think about his actions, he just had to act.
With a flick of his hand, a shot of energy would launch from his fingers, clashing with the wave of energy launched by the copy, and piercing through. Slowly it borrowed through the center of the wave, displacing the energy and finally striking true, blasting the copy of Adular and knocking them down.
The original Adular would chuckle, floating down to see a damaged clone, placing one arm over another and smiling. Round 2, 1 - 1.
Suddenly, he stretched out an arm, lending energy to the damaged clone. His smile would only grow bigger,
“Round 3.”
WC: 1420
Requesting: SP
Learning BG of Bijou Immortal School
“Sigh…” Adular would let a small exasperated breath leave his lips, his eyes blinking every year or so, it was poetic, honestly… The… Uh. Yeah, he wasn’t thinking of anything. In truth he was just finding trouble distracting himself, all that ever truly entertained was combat, and having very little of that, well, it’d lead to some expected boredom. But, bah-humbug, he’d find something to do, even if it might have to come at the cost of someone else’s li-
-right… They’re, in hell.
A loud groan would escape Adular’s lips, echoing through the barren wasteland that was hell in a monotonous rumble. Kaidamnit, enough of this time wasting bullshit, there’s more to be done, just… Well, it feels like he’s training all he can, he doesn’t have a point of reference. Just how the hell would he improve his Kamehameha wave without someone who actually knew how it worked? Another groan would leave his lips, his spite to his situation only intensifying. Surely, surely there’d be a better way to spend this time then seeing how long he can keep his head still on the palm of his hand.
Adular would think, and think, and think, and well, think. Nothing came to mind. He’d sigh, standing up and walking around a pool of blood, glancing down into it to see his reflection. His… Reflection.
Slowly but steadily, the cobwebbed gears in Adular’s head would begin to turn.
If there was no one here to fight, then he’d just fight himself.
It was one of those ideas that was stupid enough to possibly be a good idea. Afterall, he had been practicing a technique he saw in his skirmish with the Kai, Maki. Just, maybe he didn’t have it as mastered as she did. First, he’d take in a breath, closing his eyes, focusing his energy and energizing his focus. He was never one hundred percent sure of how she actually managed to duplicate herself. However, he found a suitable way to replicate it.
As Adular’s eyes peeled open, he’d see crystals forming one on top of eachother, taking the form of something roughly humanoid, albeit with half a torso, an arm, and a head missing. He’d wait patiently, watching intensely as a vein pulsed out of his forehead. Focusing energy was not an easy task, no matter how easy some people may be able to make it look. Slowly but surely the form became more symmetrical, more balanced, more detailed, though it was yet to take a form that reflected Adular’s own, this is where the next step came in. Adular would tilt his head down, placing his hand on the crystal effigy’s chest and letting energy flow through. As the being received the energy, color and and vibrance would enter it’s chest, turning a pale skin tone, as inversely, Adular’s hand grew less opaque and more dull. A side effect that didn’t exactly put his mind at ease.
After awhile of energy focus, the ki dripping out of Adular’s palm like water from a leaky faucet, it’d be done. A copy, not quite exact, though similar in build and currently identical in power. (Adular would not stare at their copy’s abs, how dare you even insinuate such a thought.) Even though he currently felt like a quarter filled bucket, this put some energy back into him, “Alright, maybe I’m onto something here.” He’d chuckle, staring down the entity with malevolent intent. Now, he being the one to destroy himself? This is poetic.
Adular would take a fighting pose, Adular’s copy matching the stance, hurhm, he left himself a little open on the right, didn’t he? Adular would smile, charging forward and being thoroughly punished, the copy delivering a resounding kick to Adular’s right flank. Adular would cough out his pain in a sharp exhale, being flung to the side with that strike, spinning and scraping every centimeter of his body as he slid across the coarse ground of hell. Okay, okay that hurt, that actually really hurt. Adular knew he is far from a smart man but even he can’t help but cuss himself, and himself, out for that damned stupid action. He noticed his guard was off, why would a copy of himself not notice it?
He’d grunt loudly, taking another combat pose… But shifting it a little, keeping a little more attention on his right, “Now then, let’s do this again you little shit.” Adular would speak quite calmly, though his words would be accentuated by a tone of frustration. Also, he’d be quite oblivious to the fact that he basically called himself a little shit. Round 2, let’s go. Adular would charge in, kicking off the dusty red dirt, a cloud of pressure forming as Adular launched off, the wind whipping at his gi.
A strike to the left, countered by a kick to his forearm. A knife hand jab, countered with a lunging headbutt. A energy blast, countered with one from the copy’s own.
“Motherfu-” Adular would begin to speak, before the copy launched up, throwing a roundhouse kick to the original. Adular would gaze in surprise, although, wait. He’d take a deep breath, before the kick connected, he’d grab onto the copy’s foot, placing another hand on their thigh, and soaring down. He’d let out a maniac yell, throwing himself into the ground, it was oddly therapeutic.
He’d laugh, alright, this wasn’t actually too bad. Though, he ought to finish it, having a fight is no good without a winner, “Energy waa-”
“-Energy wave!”
Oh, copy, hooray. Adular would display an annoyed expression, for something that was his idea he really did not think it through. As the copy launched its energy wave, Adular would launch his, the two waves crashing and exploding in the air. Great, dynamic, how awesome, but the thought that immediately popped into Adular’s head was HOW THE HELL WAS HE SUPPOSED TO FINISH THIS IF THIS COPY COULD COUNTER WHAT HE WAS DOING? Granted, he could just dismiss it and reclaim his energy, but his ego did not work that way, he was going to end himself, no matter how unorthodox the method.
Though, as he gazed at himself, it really became clear that the method would have to be unorthodox. Like, so unorthodox he wouldn’t do it. But how the hell would he do that? Or, not do that, damnit, he’s got himself confused! Adular would breath, clearly getting addled by the puzzle he himself had set up. Alright, if this copy was countering him on his own moves, maybe he could invent his own, create a new attack, something to finish this bastard off and satisfy his want for a complete fight. Again, he was completely oblivious of the self-insult. Alright… Maybe if he focused his energy like the Kamehameha, but, what if-
“SUPER ENERGY WAVE!”
He officially had not much time to think it through, watching the copy form a wave of energy that seemed quite colossal even from a distance. As he saw the wave come closer, glowing with intense heat, he’d act on instinct, throwing his fingers back, focusing energy, like how he would a super energy wave, though condensing it, keeping it just in the tips of his fingers. As the wave got closer, he’s have even less time to think about his actions, he just had to act.
With a flick of his hand, a shot of energy would launch from his fingers, clashing with the wave of energy launched by the copy, and piercing through. Slowly it borrowed through the center of the wave, displacing the energy and finally striking true, blasting the copy of Adular and knocking them down.
The original Adular would chuckle, floating down to see a damaged clone, placing one arm over another and smiling. Round 2, 1 - 1.
Suddenly, he stretched out an arm, lending energy to the damaged clone. His smile would only grow bigger,
“Round 3.”
WC: 1420
Requesting: SP
Learning BG of Bijou Immortal School
