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Post by Axon on Mar 3, 2020 13:18:36 GMT -8
Distraught. Defeated. Dispensable. The pain that he felt was constant, yet it only seemed to increase with each second that passed. Such agony came in tides. Blood dripped from his wounds before landing onto the rocky grounds below. Bruises covered him from head to toe. Where skin remained unpainted with purple, lacerations resided as well. It was a miracle that Axon still managed to stand on his two feet. In his condition, it was a miracle that he was alive at all. Ironic- how fragile one’s mortal physique is compared to one’s human will.
Thought itself became muddied by the siren’s call of eternal slumber. The sound of rainfall; rapid enough to impair sight; were all that he could hear. That and a chain of howling laughter.
The young mercenary gazed up at the figure with one eye open. He could vaguely make out the silhouette of his opponent alongside various shorter individuals who stood behind the main one. They murmured amongst one another- words unintelligible to him in bloodied state. All that remained truly clear was the horrid cackle booming out from the large one’s throat.
“Try your luck, kid.” A deep, gravelly voice spoke between chuckles. “Won’t really matter with your wounds anyway, but it’ll definitely be a fun one to see!"
Continuing to fight in that form would have been illogical.
Yet there was something about the situation that made it hard to part from.
Perhaps it was his reluctance to admit defeat. Perhaps it was simply the primal urge to wipe that smug smirk off his opponent’s face. Perhaps it was all he could do. Regardless, Axon pursued the illogical. He grit his teeth, he clenched his fists, and he parted his stance.
How did he do it?
Recall how he did it.
The man whose technique resembled a paper crane.
Faux ambush palm.
He charged forward, appearing before the silhouette in the blink of an eye. Raindrops which fell harshly once, then seemed to descend with all the speed of toppled feathers. Hands launched forward with all the ferocity of subsequent artillery fire. Though no trails of white light preceded them, they carried flowing movements all the same. Such a barrage was met with a flurry of blocks. Though one strike managed to slip by- right and onto the enemy’s face. It caused him to stumble lightly. Yet, this would only serve to infuriate him. The back of a large hand slammed against Axon’s head, sending him spiralling to the side and off the cliff’s edge. Off into the air. Down into the dark.
Pale rays of light peeked out from between gaps in the fence of overhanging branches and leaves. With the passing of every hour, they only seemed to intensify. Murmurs of flowing water permeated past chirps, cheeps, and shifts in the thicket. Though the ground was wet from rainfall, increasing temperatures meant that it would dry soon enough.
Early morning by the looks of it. One would not need a watch to decipher that much. It was as crystal clear as the waters that passed through the winding river. Of course, a peculiar figure could be found by the side of its bank as well. Right next to the basin of a waterfall.
The light rise and fall of his chest denoted his life still present. His body still possesses the wounds ranging anywhere from small bruises, to large lacerations. The young man, though not bleeding, was completely and utterly worse for wear. How his injuries failed to relinquish blood seemed unnatural- the fact that he was alive may have come off just as odd. He was unconscious for the time being.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2020 9:21:00 GMT -8
[I]
He watched him fall. A terrible blight that marred an otherwise beautiful blue sky, he dropped from the heavens as if the celestial bodies had divinely elected to cast him like refuse from the cosmos. A strange sight it was—the universe reminding Korr that nothing in existence was perfect. Fate would always drop a blot of ink on an otherwise clean canvas.
Korr knew he could not move with expedient haste to reach the injured man. Fresh water coursed over the large slippery stones he used as steps to traverse the river's shoreline. Time was of the essence. He sensed a flicker of life energy within the being. His lavender eyes widened at the sight, yet there wasn't a hint of the life blood that should accompany such injuries. Korr had encountered stranger things. "You poor soul." He forced the elaborate crook of his staff under the being's shoulder and dragged him away from the water. Korr knelt beside him and laid a hand atop his chest. He was still breathing, a good sign. A few mumbled words and Korr's spell sent recuperative magic flowing into him.
Not enough for a full recovery, but a gradual one.
It was the best he could do under these bizarre circumstances. Korr sat beside him and waited for him to stir.
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Post by Axon on Mar 4, 2020 16:45:40 GMT -8
Kind words and perhaps even more genial methods.
The young man’s form was enveloped in a gentle, soothing glow which shimmered and shook as time went on. Energies imparted brought forth a light hum as they bounced off his frame. One might even consider this sound to resemble that of chimes drifting lightly in a soft breeze. Whatever the means Korr used, they seemed to have worked.
Axon’s wounds were in the process of patching up. Though admittedly very slowly, the multitude of cuts he possessed gracefully began to seal from the furthest ends of their lengths first. He remained unconscious whilst this took place, yet the haggard breaths from before were no more. Inhale. Exhale. His pace was steady and clear. Even his sleeping expression seemed to be at peace.
Peace. Not for long.
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Though Korr’s patient did not stir, something in the thicket did.
A low rumble resounded through the woods. Stomp. With every trudge, tiny plants and small rocks alike were crushed under its weight. Compared to the night before, their morning lacked any downpour. Stomp. Stomp. This made it all the more easy to detect such a large creature’s approach.
Stomp. In any case, its presence was not difficult to discern in the slightest. The sheer size of it meant that bushes and short trees parted as it moved onward to meet the pair. And at the edge of the clearing it stood in all of its silver glory.
Curved tusks as long and as wide as pythons. Grey hairs which almost gleamed in the sunlight. It stood on all fours, and still, at a height of around eight feet tall- half as high as the trees around it. Each grunt out of its oversized snout let loose a cloud of steam. Loud and hellishly warped, a squeal emerged from it.
If one were well-versed in mammalogy, it would be abundantly clear that this is a Steel-furred boar. A rather large one at that. Alongside their innate territorial nature, of course, pigs and boards alike are omnivores.
More meat on the menu.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2020 5:52:28 GMT -8
[II]
The healing magic seemed to be working. The half-man was responding to it, and some of his cuts and bruises were disappearing. His breathing was normalized as well.
A sigh of relief escaped him.
It was a slow process, but at this rate, perhaps the man would wake. Korr wanted to get some answers from him.
"Can you hear me?" He leaned in, pressing his ear flat against the man's chest. Odd—the strange clicks that ticked in tandem with the heartbeat. "Can you speak?"
Nothing. Not a peep. Korr rose to his feet, glancing around. The forest was a place of quiet solace. Dragging the man from the water had eliminated the immediate danger, and there seemed a grand possibility he would live. But he could not move him on his own. A sudden noise grabbed his attention. The ground shook as the massive wild boar emerged, its steel-lined fur glistening in the light. He studied Korr as if he were an intriguing meal.
Fear nipped at the edges of his mind, but he stepped in front of the fallen android and summoned a lavender-hued barrier that enveloped them both. "Get away from here."
The boar pawed the ground and swung its giant head, smashing its tusks into a nearby tree. It ripped it clean from the ground, wood snapping with a loud crack as it fell to the ground. The boar let out a victorious squeal, turning its beady eyes upon its new prey.
"Listen," he said to the unconscious man. "I don't know if you can hear me or not, but I need you to wake up. We don't have a lot of time... I'm not certain I can hold this beast off and protect you."
His voice wavered despite the brave face he put on. It wasn't the first dangerous situation Korr had faced, yet not even experience could temper one's innate physiological response to danger. He wasn't a Saiyan, after all—he did not thrive on situations like this one.
"Wake up!"
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Post by Axon on Mar 7, 2020 12:24:14 GMT -8
Nothing but darkness as far as the eye could see. The young man was alone in his thoughts- completely unaware of his surroundings even as a fight broke out around him. Such a state laid somewhere between lucid and the edge of subconscious. While the magic continued to take effect and his injuries slowly healed, he could do little to nothing in his state. Nothing without waking up. Wake up. Wake up. ”Wake up!”Eyelids pried open abruptly. They were wide from the second he regained consciousness. The sounds of clashing forces and a screeching beast greeted his waking into the world. Adrenaline started to flow. Heat began to rise. He jolted onto his feet, glancing around at their surroundings as he aimed to analyse the current situation they resided in. It was then that he saw Korr with arms held up to maintain the barrier. Alongside this came the boar, charging, smashing, and gnawing away at the barrier. A series of thumbs; both heavy and light; came from its surface- indicative of the amount of momentum it utilised in every collision. At the very least, he could ascertain two facts from this current scenario: There was a saviour. There was an enemy. Knees bent as his back hunched over. The tips of his fingers rested upon the ground lightly. In the blink of an eye, he sprinted off to reach the front of the boar. A small crater formed where he once stood. With fists clenched and his body angled rather vertically, the mercenary came within an inch of the creature. All in time to perform- Category A {Spoiler}Bonus Action : Charge (Dragon Dash) - 7 Ki Standard Action 1 : Category A - 22 Ki Accuracy : |4yYyy0N1d100+40 Damage : 4d6+7
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His hands planted themselves against the grass-laden forest floor, causing a light rumble to shake the underbrush. Legs jolted themselves upwards in a handstand. Boots made impact squarely onto the underside of the boar’s snout. A loud ‘WHAM’ echoed around them with all the ferocity of a detonated frag-grenade. The collision sent his target up into the air by an inch. Not fast enough. Whilst the creature was suspended in mid-air, he swept himself back onto his feet and launched a volley of jabs into its stomach. Each strike returned harsh blowbacks of air, blasting the ground around them. All to further the animal’s trajectory into the sky and beyond the clouds until it was nothing but a twinkling in the sky. The fighter stood straight- arms still extended in the position where he last attacked. Though with every breath, his form faltered. He eventually collapsed onto a knee. Fatigue thoroughly riddled him. One would not need extraordinary abilities to tell that he was in a sorry state, but attempting to sense as such would allow one to tell that his energy reserves were sorely depleted. His life force was weak as well. Of course, sensing would also yield the fact that his Ki felt unnatural. “Where am I?” Directing his gaze towards Korr, he asked. His speech took place between strained breaths. He slowly brought himself to stand upon his two feet. Each and every inch of movement was wobbly. “And who are you?” [ Axon’s Hitpoints - 13 / 65 - |||||||||||||||||||| ] Recovery Package Lasts 2 More Posts! LAIKA OF THQ
Though unaware was the man himself, knowledge of their surrounding geography may have been slightly more apparent to the minor deity. The pair were currently located on the southeast edge of a forest in Pilafland. They neared the bluffs of Frypan mountain. Overall, a trek towards civilisation could take about anywhere from two to four days in total.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2020 11:00:37 GMT -8
[III]
The barrier would not hold. The boar would get through, and something terrible would befall them. His arms trembled beneath the strain of the magic as Korr sought to keep the barrier in place. The boar roared in protest, eager for its meal as it rammed its bulk into the barrier time and time again. Tusks, coated in saliva and decaying flecks of previous unfortunate souls, sheared against the barrier as it sought to tear it asunder and reach his prey within. Something akin to the chill of the frigid Northern tundras slid through his veins, chilling his blood to the core. He took a step back, heart pounding in his chest. Was this the end? It couldn't be. There was so much left to accomplish—so many potential champions to recruit to the cause of the Sword of the Amaryllis, guarding it against the evils of the world. This could not be the end!
Something shot past him bearing such a velocity it startled Korr's barrier to pieces. Just in time—the figured slammed into the monstrous pig with thunderous force that shook the earth beneath them. A barrage of devastating blows sent it flying up past the dense canopy of trees, a blight upon the sky as it vanished from sight. The injured man had recovered. He swayed on his feet, uncertain as to where he was or who Korr was. Korr's shoulders slumped as he lowered his arms and breathed a deep sigh of relief. While he never doubted the will of Fate, such close calls were nerve-wrecking nonetheless. "It is good to see you're awake and recovering." Korr bent to retrieve his staff from the ground as he approached the being. "And what impressive strength! As fit a champion as I've ever borne witness to!" His voice was almost shrill with delirium, the rush of adrenaline and relief crashing through his being and leaving him jittery and on edge. A nervous chuckle escaped him, the Northern ice deity inclining his head in a respectful bow. "I am Korr, and I hail from the far North. We are near the edge of an ancient forest, not far from the foothills of Fry Pan mountain. Might I have your name, young master? One should thank their savior properly."
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Post by Axon on Mar 11, 2020 8:48:33 GMT -8
A few moments were needed to catch his breath. Greyed marks upon his skin; whilst slowly beginning to recede into his natural tone; were indicative of the wounds he earlier received. Still, he had to trek on. The mercenary had a task to fulfil and he had no intention of slacking on that for a single second. That was- until Korr brought forth his own polite, albeit somewhat eccentric, introduction. Eyelids closed as he brought himself to a stand.
“My apologies,” uttered the young man calmly. His own inflection carried a formal air to it. Any words uttered sounded a tinge more flat despite the proper mannerisms he displayed.
“My name is Axon. Thank you for helping me, Korr.”
News of their location caused his brows to furrow lightly. The Foothills of Fry Pan mountain. Not good. Not quite good at all. Though all things considered, he could be dead.
“Again, thank you for helping me, but I need to go.” With that said, he retrieved a flat, metallic tablet from his right pocket. Fingers flitted across its surface as he fiddled around with it. Numerous lights flashed from the originally-darkened screen.
“Initialise.” Axon spoke the command and waited.
Nothing happened.
He waited approximately fifteen seconds. Nothing continued to happen.
“Initialise.” Once more, Axon demanded the device to start.
Nothing happened. Again.
However upon waiting for fifteen more seconds, something did happen. It let loose a few sparks with a hiss and a teeny tiny pop of its circuitry. Thereafter, a single line of smoke wafted from its top. It was as if the thing brought out a small cough with its dying breath. With that being the case, the young man tilted his head to face Korr yet again. Rather abruptly and comically so.
“It seems as though the progress of my current mission has been compromised.” He clapped his hands together. “I need to get to Siracha Village. Can you take me there?”
Of course the village in question was located at the northeast corner of the forest. That meant travelling through the thicket filled with beasts of all sorts. A few days of walking would likely bring them straight to the destination in mind- given that they walk in the right direction of course.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2020 18:27:50 GMT -8
[IV]
He was as polite as he was strong. Axon clasped his hands together and thanked Korr for his assistance. He had a monotonous tone that rarely changed its inflection, and a scant few seconds of sensing for the man's ki told Korr this was no ordinary man. An ordinary man would have died from those wounds. Even an android should not have recovered so quickly. He possessed the inner strength and will of a proper champion. Perhaps this would be a grand opportunity to test him.
He seemed to be in a hurry. Korr leaned on his staff with both hands and peered at the curious device the bio-android retrieved from his person. He spoke a command, yet nothing happened. Axon spoke another command and there was still no response. A sparking pop, a slight fizzle, and it was clear the purpose for which he retrieved it would not be fulfilled. Upon this realization, Axon requested that Korr grant him an escort to Siracha Village. "Siracha Village? Hmmm." His brow furrowed, tapping a finger against his chin as he searched the long annals of his memory. "Yes... yes, I suppose I could take you there. There is a skilled healer there that could take a look at your wounds. I fear I must admit the truth, young master—I am no proper healer." He rubbed his neck, a nervous smile touching his lips. "Yes, now that I think about it, that is the best course of action. It would be terribly remiss of me not to ensure your full recovery. But I must ask, if we encounter that boar again, that you allow me to handle it this time. If you aggravate your wounds, I may not be able to move you to safety again." Korr didn't want to seem pushy about the matter, but he could not allow someone to become injured on his behalf. He was the protector, not the other way around. "If that's alright with you, then I'll be glad to lead the way."
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Post by Axon on Mar 12, 2020 20:42:12 GMT -8
Upon the reminder of the injuries possessed, his right hand fled from shoulder to stomach. Axon felt out the surface of his skin for any remnants of the lacerations he once had. All he encountered were hardened tissues akin to scars or scabs. It was difficult to tell which the flesh actually resided as. Nevertheless, it appeared that the deity’s arcane rite had restored it through some unknown means. This healing stabilised him, but did not rejuvenate him to full form. That much would suffice.
“You will hear no arguments from me on the matter.” The young man began to approach his saviour. A single step forth came at near-disastrous cost. He stumbled forward briefly before catching his footing on the second step. Such illustrated the full extent of fatigue upon him. “My pride is not so turgid that it will obstruct logical reasoning,” admitted Axon without a qualm.
One step after another, he acclimated to the weight of his own form. A pause took place once he passed Korr. He surveyed the ocean of trees before him.
“Weird.” A word spoken without outward prompt, rhyme, or reason.
“You have healed my wounds, protected my unconscious body from a creature, and are now leading me to where I want to go.” His gaze cast out into the nooks and crannies of their surroundings. Ahead and below, yet it failed to reach his medic’s own direction. He simply went on to recount the events and provide his own findings. “The definition of weird is ‘suggestive of something supernatural’ or ‘strikingly odd’.”
Both descriptions may very well have fit the person standing behind him. Though, the young man bordered on impoliteness in stating as such.
“You, Korr, are weird- in a most benevolent sense.” If one were fast enough, one might have caught a glimpse of a twitch in his lips there. A small; albeit warm; departure from his usually flat expression. Whatever it was, the mercenary made sure to bury it quickly. “Maybe even the weirdest person I have met in my travels so far.”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2020 19:10:21 GMT -8
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He had been called many things before. Strange. An oddity. A stranger in a foreign land. Axon's discourse rang with a familiar tune, and without a doubt, he was planning to highlight the very thing that caused the ice deity to feel isolated from the rest of the world. Weird. Korr cut his gaze away from Axon, his smile faltering as he gazed upon the marshy ground. He'd heard it time and time again. There were many who could not reconcile his presence in the world. He never flaunted the fact that he was no human—his hair was as pristine as freshly fallen snow, his skin like smooth porcelain, and his eyes glowed with a lavender hue far too ethereal for this realm. He could never fit in as a human. Never be fully accepted. Only... Korr blinked as Axon completed his statement. It was said almost with a hint of affection to the bio-android's credit. "Um... well... I..." Korr said, his tone as soft as the gentle trickle of the nearby stream. "I'm not quite sure what to say to that. Only... thank you, Master Axon." His smile broadened. It warmed him on the inside. "If you claim it is a good thing, then I shall gladly accept this new title—weird. Yes, yes... weird is good."
He'd never thought of it in those terms. Turn it into a positive. "Right, well... I suppose it is time to get moving. You seem to be able to stand on your own. Our trek is a long one, but we'll go at a pace that suits you." Korr turned away from Axon and observed their surroundings. The forest sounded alive and bustling with movement. If any predators were near, it would be dead silent. A natural warning system, and one they could use to their advantage. It was time to begin their journey. "Our best option is to travel along the forest's edge, staying close to the tree line." He gestured in one direction—the direction that would take them near the aforementioned tree line. "It will keep us hidden from view if there are any unsavory types roaming about, yet close enough to the forest's edge we can leave it at a moment's notice, should the threat come from within." Enemies within and without. Would this world ever know true peace? If he had anything to say about it, it would. "It's time to go." Korr began walking, heading for the tree line. From there, they would head due east toward Siracha Village.
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