Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2013 16:21:28 GMT -5
It was dark, which would seem strange considering that it was never so in Other World, but the Kai seemed to have complete control over their planet’s conditions. When Kasai felt tired, the sky darkened, and when he finally lay down to rest, it became pitch black. It of course fascinated the saiyan as did all things of a magical nature. This infatuation with the arcane arts was inherited from his mother just as his love for forging and wielding weapons, especially swords, came from his father. She had been an orphan, no different than he after their untimely deaths, and had traveled across many worlds before meeting his father.
At night, in an effort to block out the Western Kaioshin’s rancorous snoring, he would often look to the ceiling of the Western Kaioshin’s simplistic house and think of his mother. Sohko knew plenty of his dad thanks to his father’s most trusted friend Kato, who had been his right hand when he led the Order of the Kensaru. However his mother was more of a mystery, only knowing what little Kato had been privy too. It was of her adventures that he most often pondered at these times.
This particular night he couldn’t drown out the snores of the mighty kai, mostly because of the sobbing fear it instilled in the chained demons he used as practice dummies. Sohko once asked him why he stored them in the room adjacent to his bed, to which he replied with an eerie smile “their crying helps me sleep.” The saiyan slowly moved from his cot, set up opposite his master’s bed, carefully pulling on his heavily weighted boots and gloves so as to not make a sound. He had been instructed to never leave the house without them on and, being fully aware of his master’s many punishments, always obliged. Pushing the door open just enough for his body to slip through, Sohko exited the house. As he stepped outside he felt the tug of the planets gravity, something Kasai had enchanted the house to counteract as the lighter feeling allowed him to rest more comfortably.
“Oh that tickles the boys.”
He whispered to himself as a slight breeze, no doubt the planet’s reaction to whatever Kage was dreaming, ruffled his beloved Pac-man boxers and sent a shiver through his body. With silent haste he made his way to the opposite side of the planet, which took only moments given its size. The only light was from the illusionary stars which speckled the sky. Although much more tolerable now, the epic snores of his master could still reach his ears.
Mentally blocking out the incipit sound he used his bukujustsu to hover above the ground with his legs crossed. With the gravity and the weights this was much, much more difficult than at any other time, but the strain forced Sohko to work hard to hone his concentration. Concentration was key when it came to techniques like Blink, a modified version of instantaneous movement, which was impossible to perform if one cannot focus their thoughts in times of strife. But it was not said move which he came out into the night air to train, but rather a magic spell he had read in his mother’s only remaining possession; a tome in which she had inscribed all her magical knowledge.
Truthfully, practicing magic was more than a hobby or a trained skill, but rather Sohko’s only way of feeling close to his mother. Every time he read a magic word and performed the necessary hand movements, he imagined his mother doing the same years ago. These spells where his only way of staying close to her for he had no memories of her or his father due to his orphaning as only a small child. One such technique had been one which caused no damage nor healed any wound yet was immensely powerful given its wielder. Many of nights he had come to this same spot, trying to perfect the technique.
He again repeated the hand motions and incantations for what could’ve been the hundredth time, moving them as if he was running his hands over the surface of a ball. The magic was only one part though, the second being an investment of the user’s own ki. It took very little to power but said energy had to be applied in just the right way or it’d be for naught. Nearing completion, a shapeless mass of energy appeared between his hands, first only a dim light escaping it but then growing brighter and brighter. The enchanted energy sought dispersion, wishing to pull apart and dissipate into the air as it had done so many times before.
Finally it took the form of a ball, but it was still unstable with energy still trying to escape, like solar flares from a sun. Trying as hard as he could the energy wouldn’t stabilize and eventually broke form, the energy escaping between his very fingers. Letting out a harrowed sigh, his spirit sank. Times like this was when he felt farthest from his departed mother.
“It is in times of stress when I am closest.”
Spinning his head around he looked for the women whose voice he heard, but there was no one there and he can sense no new energy.
“Try again.”
Opening his mouth to respond he paused before slowly bringing his lips together once more. Admitting he heard the noise would only make him feel crazy. At the same time he couldn’t resist the urge to heed the mysterious words though, so he started again.
“Pull the power from your bestial side; it is the only energy which can sustain it.”
He followed the instruction whilst pretending it was his own idea, further denial. Digging deep within his saiyan soul he pulled at the Oozaru which lie dormant within him, channeling its ungodly fury between his hands which quickly shaped it. He felt a presence guiding his every motion which reminded him of the touch of a woman’s soft skin against his own. The ball solidified and he couldn’t help but smile.
“Now toss it to the sky and feel its warmth.”
Without hesitation he listened to the disembodied voice, throwing the magical ki infused ball into the night’s sky. At its apex it exploded silently, leaving a lasting brilliant light. Magic in nature, it was not physical nor an illusion, but rather something in between. Looking into its brilliance, blutz waves channeled through his eyes, invoking his bestial transformation. Standing, his glorious pac-man shorts all but shredded, he looked to his giant hands and smiled. With a wave of his mighty hand, the light waned until it was dark once more.
He walked as his body shrank, content to feel so close to his mother and finally ready for slumber. A small cloud, unbeknownst to him, exited him from his back as he disappeared around the curve of the tiny planet. Instantly the Western Kaioshin stood beside the soul, which took the form of a beautiful saiyan woman with long elegant hair in his presence.
“Thanks, I thought he’d never learn that damn move.”
Her eyes were filled with tears, yet a smile would not leave her face.
"No, thank you, for allowing me to see the man my son has become.”
Technique Learned: Mystic Moon Ball – an enchanted ball of ki which, upon being thrown in the sky, explodes silently at its apex, creating an ethereal light which is neither tangible or an illusion but rather something in between. In essence, it cannot be destroyed but rather can only be dispelled by the user. However, seeing as the power is derived from the gland in his tail which allows for transformation, it can only be performed if the user has its tail. It gives off blutz waves, allowing any saiyan who sees it to transform into their Oozaru form.
At night, in an effort to block out the Western Kaioshin’s rancorous snoring, he would often look to the ceiling of the Western Kaioshin’s simplistic house and think of his mother. Sohko knew plenty of his dad thanks to his father’s most trusted friend Kato, who had been his right hand when he led the Order of the Kensaru. However his mother was more of a mystery, only knowing what little Kato had been privy too. It was of her adventures that he most often pondered at these times.
This particular night he couldn’t drown out the snores of the mighty kai, mostly because of the sobbing fear it instilled in the chained demons he used as practice dummies. Sohko once asked him why he stored them in the room adjacent to his bed, to which he replied with an eerie smile “their crying helps me sleep.” The saiyan slowly moved from his cot, set up opposite his master’s bed, carefully pulling on his heavily weighted boots and gloves so as to not make a sound. He had been instructed to never leave the house without them on and, being fully aware of his master’s many punishments, always obliged. Pushing the door open just enough for his body to slip through, Sohko exited the house. As he stepped outside he felt the tug of the planets gravity, something Kasai had enchanted the house to counteract as the lighter feeling allowed him to rest more comfortably.
“Oh that tickles the boys.”
He whispered to himself as a slight breeze, no doubt the planet’s reaction to whatever Kage was dreaming, ruffled his beloved Pac-man boxers and sent a shiver through his body. With silent haste he made his way to the opposite side of the planet, which took only moments given its size. The only light was from the illusionary stars which speckled the sky. Although much more tolerable now, the epic snores of his master could still reach his ears.
Mentally blocking out the incipit sound he used his bukujustsu to hover above the ground with his legs crossed. With the gravity and the weights this was much, much more difficult than at any other time, but the strain forced Sohko to work hard to hone his concentration. Concentration was key when it came to techniques like Blink, a modified version of instantaneous movement, which was impossible to perform if one cannot focus their thoughts in times of strife. But it was not said move which he came out into the night air to train, but rather a magic spell he had read in his mother’s only remaining possession; a tome in which she had inscribed all her magical knowledge.
Truthfully, practicing magic was more than a hobby or a trained skill, but rather Sohko’s only way of feeling close to his mother. Every time he read a magic word and performed the necessary hand movements, he imagined his mother doing the same years ago. These spells where his only way of staying close to her for he had no memories of her or his father due to his orphaning as only a small child. One such technique had been one which caused no damage nor healed any wound yet was immensely powerful given its wielder. Many of nights he had come to this same spot, trying to perfect the technique.
He again repeated the hand motions and incantations for what could’ve been the hundredth time, moving them as if he was running his hands over the surface of a ball. The magic was only one part though, the second being an investment of the user’s own ki. It took very little to power but said energy had to be applied in just the right way or it’d be for naught. Nearing completion, a shapeless mass of energy appeared between his hands, first only a dim light escaping it but then growing brighter and brighter. The enchanted energy sought dispersion, wishing to pull apart and dissipate into the air as it had done so many times before.
Finally it took the form of a ball, but it was still unstable with energy still trying to escape, like solar flares from a sun. Trying as hard as he could the energy wouldn’t stabilize and eventually broke form, the energy escaping between his very fingers. Letting out a harrowed sigh, his spirit sank. Times like this was when he felt farthest from his departed mother.
“It is in times of stress when I am closest.”
Spinning his head around he looked for the women whose voice he heard, but there was no one there and he can sense no new energy.
“Try again.”
Opening his mouth to respond he paused before slowly bringing his lips together once more. Admitting he heard the noise would only make him feel crazy. At the same time he couldn’t resist the urge to heed the mysterious words though, so he started again.
“Pull the power from your bestial side; it is the only energy which can sustain it.”
He followed the instruction whilst pretending it was his own idea, further denial. Digging deep within his saiyan soul he pulled at the Oozaru which lie dormant within him, channeling its ungodly fury between his hands which quickly shaped it. He felt a presence guiding his every motion which reminded him of the touch of a woman’s soft skin against his own. The ball solidified and he couldn’t help but smile.
“Now toss it to the sky and feel its warmth.”
Without hesitation he listened to the disembodied voice, throwing the magical ki infused ball into the night’s sky. At its apex it exploded silently, leaving a lasting brilliant light. Magic in nature, it was not physical nor an illusion, but rather something in between. Looking into its brilliance, blutz waves channeled through his eyes, invoking his bestial transformation. Standing, his glorious pac-man shorts all but shredded, he looked to his giant hands and smiled. With a wave of his mighty hand, the light waned until it was dark once more.
He walked as his body shrank, content to feel so close to his mother and finally ready for slumber. A small cloud, unbeknownst to him, exited him from his back as he disappeared around the curve of the tiny planet. Instantly the Western Kaioshin stood beside the soul, which took the form of a beautiful saiyan woman with long elegant hair in his presence.
“Thanks, I thought he’d never learn that damn move.”
Her eyes were filled with tears, yet a smile would not leave her face.
"No, thank you, for allowing me to see the man my son has become.”
Technique Learned: Mystic Moon Ball – an enchanted ball of ki which, upon being thrown in the sky, explodes silently at its apex, creating an ethereal light which is neither tangible or an illusion but rather something in between. In essence, it cannot be destroyed but rather can only be dispelled by the user. However, seeing as the power is derived from the gland in his tail which allows for transformation, it can only be performed if the user has its tail. It gives off blutz waves, allowing any saiyan who sees it to transform into their Oozaru form.
Jorlaxl, master of crane.