Status: IT. IS. COLD. Location: Trabian Wasteland Company: Varitas, Makoto Thoughts: No Place Like Home Weapons: Hrunting ll Thunder Rose Magic: Scan (1) Crystal Stock: Earth (x10)
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Kiss me good-bye, love's memory Follow your heart and find your destiny Won't shed a tear, for love's mortality For you put the dream in my reality
The strike barely glanced his shoulders as the movement passed, landing prone and rolling just at the right time away from his opponent. Quickly he moved to his feet, composing himself and grasping his wooden sword tightly before sighing, rotating his shoulders at the small amount of pain that came from the strike. "Okay. I think I got it now." What on earth did that mean? The way he spoke, he made it sound like he had just been goofing around, probing and seeing what Makoto would do in response to more out there kinds of attacks, even if they were not the most skillful. Makoto was good. He had been training seriously and longer than Kalen, and no amount of tomfoolery would circumvent the young man's skills. Other people, less talented, and monsters might have fallen prey to the silly sleight of hand maneuvers that Kalen had been pulling off, but right now he was facing a young and formidable swordsman and it would require a game of proverbial chess here.
"I hope to become half as talented as you are, hopefully." He smiled towards his opponent, this time taking a more traditional pose, "I wanted to see what I could get away with and gauge what you were like. As I expected, obviously these kinds of tactics won't work in regular combat with someone like you. So...." He leaned forward, both hands on the blade tight. "Let's go again." He launched forward, planting his right foot close to Makoto before placing a careful upward diagonal strike towards Makoto, right to left, making sure not to over dedicate himself to the strike and lose footing.
He aimed to play a more careful game now, it was apparent.
Guardian Force: G...Gilgamesh? Status: O'HO, I HAVE SOMETHING Spells 0
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Posted: Sun Dec 08, 2024 5:50 pm
Makoto Akihiro Ishikawa
Status: Losing Patience. Location: In the snow field fort Spells:
Water (x3), Blizzard (x3), Blind (x3), Cure (x3), Esuna (x1)
____________________________________________________ "Living or dying. Not a game I take lightly. This is serious. You do not think far ahead. You can use magic, I can't."
"YOUNG SAMURAI. I detect that your patience wanes. An entire renga, oh ho ho. If only I may be freed, so that I may taste this young man's blade and see if Ame-no-Murakumo would be sated! Yes, hahahaha! But still, you broke the secret of the training to the lad, do you think he has the ability to capitalize on it?"
'No.'
Makoto took note of the seeming change in posture of his opponent, he himself putting his sword down to his side as if he was to draw it. The young swordsman leaned out of the striking path of Kalen's blade, and with lightning speed his drew his blade forwards as if a iaijutsu strike. With his right foot leading and a right to left slash, well, unfortunately his entire left side awfully exposed, something Makoto was going to take severe advantage of with this strike.
The strike would be a heavy blow to the gut, intending to wind the newer combatant and make a point about exposing himself to quickly. He couldn't lie, he could appreciate the initiative, but this strike was a lesson in fundamentals. ____________________________________________________
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Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2024 1:47 am
Makoto Akihiro Ishikawa
Status: Exhausted. Location: In The Training Field. Spells:
Water (x3), Blizzard (x3), Blind (x3), Cure (x3), Esuna (x1)
____________________________________________________ It had been at several grueling hours since the two boys had begun their sparring session. At first it continued on as it had, Makoto keeping Kalen at bay and being mostly opportunistic, but as time went on sadly Makoto began to slow just slightly sooner than Kalen. The older lad beginning to land some grazing strikes that would build upon themselves. That, in addition to the scan that helped Kalen even the fight with knowledge on his opponents exact stats and the ability to occasionally throw out a stone spell, the difference in the fighters slowly closed.
Fatigue had well and truly set in on the both of them, yet neither of them had let that bring them down. Strained muscles burned as they kept fighting in the snow, bruises forming and pain accentuating every movement. If anything, Makoto had grown some respect for Kalen's persistence. The guy had shown at least so far he was genuine in his attempt to train out here, even if it started a little sloppy as far as he cared. That was ignoring he probably wasn't any better when he started out.
Though perhaps the testing of enduring limits was the point, Makoto himself could feel himself able to reach out for his limit break. To go beyond and use the innate magic that normal humans could only wield when brought to their breaking point. He wondered if his opponent's rudimentary training had worked at all on controlling one's powerful outburst. ____________________________________________________
Status: IT. IS. COLD. Location: Trabian Wasteland Company: Varitas, Makoto Thoughts: No Place Like Home Weapons: Hrunting ll Thunder Rose Magic: Scan (0) Crystal Stock: Earth (x7)
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Kiss me good-bye, love's memory Follow your heart and find your destiny Won't shed a tear, for love's mortality For you put the dream in my reality
Their sparring had continued for hours and hours, the sound of wood clacking against one another was the only soundtrack of the battle between the two students. Kalen however, had endurance on his side from his countless ventures through mountains, rivers, and valleys and slowly but surely he began to land attacks more and more that even surprised Kalen. Of course, his utilization of earth magic here and there in his crystal gem would only assist in his venture of combat further but even Kalen was beginning to sweat and wear down. Panting would only be soothed by Kalen beginning to slow his breathe and carefully control itself as it slowly entered in an out, in and out. The strain, the stress, and the bruises over his body gave form to an energetic feeling, electrical even as the two were being pushed to their limit. It made him antsy, his eyes were being flooded slowly with inklings of the color red.
Kalen dropped his sword, slowing his breathing as he closed his eyes. "I should stop...I don't...feel right." He had not been conscious when he had last limit breaked by there was a familiar feeling that he could recall from that abyss that he had dwelled in, and it was a frenetic and aggressive feeling. "I should stop." His eyes remained closed as he attempted to slow his breathing further, and alleviate the feeling that was coming onto him.
Guardian Force: G...Gilgamesh? Status: O'HO, I HAVE SOMETHING Spells 0
The battle had been long and intense for Kalen, and Makoto's intent to try and beat Kalen down and failing to do so was to be noted by him. But, he could see Kalen was done, and pushing the boy any further might have resulted in an unwanted limited break. With that, Varitas whistled to the boys and moved up from his seated position by the fire he started as they were fighting. "That's enough for today boys. You've earned your rest. I've gauged enough for now. No need to let out everything all at once in the first day, otherwise you won't last the week." He chuckled idly as he waved to the boys.
"Come on now, time to eat, then clean up for the night. Get yourselves some rest." He told them as he wandered over to the fire once more, appearing to have a pot roasting in the firepit. Lifting the ladle with a oven mit, he revealed a full monster roast soup. What kind? Well, judging by the purple meat, it honestly could have been anything, but Makoto was already well accustomed to this dish. Gamey, tough, and most importantly, chalk full of necessary juices to bulk someone up to become just as tough as any of the monsters around.
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Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2024 2:09 am
Makoto Akihiro Ishikawa
Status: It's Over. Location: Out Of The Cold. Spells:
Water (x3), Blizzard (x3), Blind (x3), Cure (x3), Esuna (x1)
____________________________________________________ Makoto only shrugged when Kalen dropped his sword. This show didn't slow until the boss said so, and so he was winding up another swing when Varitas did indeed interrupt. The Samurai's motion came to a stop when he heard the whistle, and his arms dropped to his said by the time his mentor was on his feet. With a groan, Makoto picked up Kalen's sword and made his way inside and replacing the practice weapons back to where they belonged.
"I held back alot. Everything was not used. It is time to eat."
Good eating wasn't something common when it came to living off of the land in the 'Durentis Diet', but at this point awful monster stew was expected. Perhaps in some even worse way, welcome at this point. Either way, at this point anything that was warm and edible would have done for the boy, as he took his portions and went to town on the meal.
"How does it feel man To be Trabian for once? Rieko finally." ____________________________________________________
Status: IT. IS. COLD. Location: Trabian Wasteland Company: Varitas, Makoto Thoughts: No Place Like Home Weapons: Hrunting ll Thunder Rose Magic: Scan (0) Crystal Stock: Earth (x7)
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Kiss me good-bye, love's memory Follow your heart and find your destiny Won't shed a tear, for love's mortality For you put the dream in my reality
All he could do was release a sigh in relief, his muscles tight and sore while his breathe continued to try and get itself under some guise of control. Not only was he handling the pains of muscle strain, but welts from Makoto's strikes were beginning to settle as bruises as they length of their spar had eventually led to the two of them smacking each other numerous times all over their body. Kalen's shoulders, ribs, and yes even his limbs were sore from such contact and all he could do was wearily look towards his new master and nod, a small smile all that he could afford. First day...completed. His thoughts were light, placing his hands over his head as he continued to slow his breathing, forcing away the erratic and violent energy that he felt beginning to take a hold of his mind and body. We can't just let that happen again without... Without what, understanding? It was a completely foreign sensation and he had no idea where and how to begin learning how to control its ferocity.
For now, all he could do was avoid it.
Slowly he shuffled over towards the burning fire, the warmth that he had cultivated from the sparring beginning to fade away. The bite of winter's cold could only be held at bay for a small period of time, so the fire was going to be Kalen's friend for the foreseeable future. "Hope I did okay." He planted himself close to the flames, closing his eyes and embracing the warmth that it provided. "I know you held back. I've got a lot of work to do." Lying about his placement would do nothing to increase his learning, and Kalen knew that Makoto was definitely a benchmark that he would need to work hard to surpass. Even without using spells, Makoto was damn near outclassing Kalen at every step of the way, all while spouting out haikus like noone's business. Honestly, he could see the merit of it in battle, it would be easy to get under anyone's skin and it almost did at times with Kalen himself. It had gotten him smacked plenty in their fight before he learned to control himself and not let precarious emotions guide his fighting. Let alone the emotions that came from the wolf within.
There would be no complaining from Kalen regarding food, having had to cook for himself while on the road and knew that sometimes, you just had to work with what you had. Grabbing a bowl himself, he sighed as he breathed in the warmth of the stew in question, inhaling the meaty and earthy scents that it provided. The taste was about the equivalent of what he expected, though it certainly was not bad. It was just basic, the bare minimum, and Kalen could only presume it had basic nutrition that allowed for people of this land to become as hardy as they were known to be. Kalen knew when food was objectively bad, Nyale having cooked for him a few times and damn near poisoned her family a bunch of other times as well. How many times had Kalen had to take over and help her not poison him or others over the years? Too many. The memories brought a reminiscent look to his face, remembering how great it had been to be near Nyale, Rem, and his family again. How long he had missed them over the last few months, years even, as he had gone off on his research ventures. Seeing Rem and Nyale had made it feel like home again, though these feelings only brought out a sensation of sorrow as well.
How quickly had he left. How quickly they had been separated once more, the girls pulled in one direction while he was dragged in a completely foreign one. The last night they had all had together was lovely, and it gave a small ping of pain in his chest at the thought of how fleeting that memory was. How little they knew that things were changing for all of them. Sitting with Nyale and watching the movie as she fell asleep on him, murmuring...even though he had been handicapped at the time, it was a memory that he wouldn't forget. Even Rem, REM, dancing with the pink haired doofus, Yukiko watching out of the corner. It felt like the final days, a last gasp of their youth, before they plunged into the ether of an uncertain future.
Makoto's question struck him out of his reminiscing stupor, moving from eating mechanically to looking towards his fellow student with a curious look in his eyes. "How does it feel to be a Trabian..." He murmured, pondering the inquiry that honestly he didn't even think about. Kalen had never met any family on his birth mother's side. In fact, Trabia was a country that Kalen had only ventured in the last few months, having never stepped foot inside of the territory for the longest of times. When he HAD come through, it had been for supplies before venturing off on trade routes and examining basic creatures that patrolled the winter wonderland that Trabia pretended to be. "I...never even thought about it." he admitted, sitting huddled and taking in another helping of the stew. The chatter between them would honestly make intaking this meal more palatable, if anything. "I've...never really been to Trabia until this year. I don't really know much about...my mother's side of the family. It's definitely easy to see why my...brother." his voice went flat at the mention of Eisei, nostrils flaring in annoyance at the long distant memory of his taller, younger brother, "and my sister are as tough as they are. Hopefully I can catch up, I guess...and maybe learn something from being a Trabian finally."
Kalen really had wanted to come visit, if not live here when he was younger. When he had asked Koyuki directly in private, and in letters, she seemed to have just pretended that he didn't even ask. Perhaps it was for the best, but here he was regardless doing what he probably would have done whilst he was younger.
"I don't hate it."
"Ahahaha, you've got some welts on you, lad!" The aether shifted behind Kalen as the large armored form of Gilgamesh came to fruition behind, the large weapons master looking upward at the falling snow. "Ah, winter! The season that produces the HARDEST of warriors and the LOVELIEST OF poetry!" The sound of armor maneuvered around them and sat next to Kalen. "Young Makoto! You truly are a student of the blade that you carry! I respect the craft that you are learning!
The blade is power For all who write with sweet death Tis a mighty pen."
Gilgamesh nudged Kalen, watching his young summoner and noting the inwardness.
"Young Kalen here can hopefully learn many things from the experiences this realm shall provide!"
He sounded like a father hoping his son would become as good as he hoped he would be.
Guardian Force: G...Gilgamesh? Status: O'HO, I HAVE SOMETHING Spells 0
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Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2024 8:29 am
Makoto Akihiro Ishikawa
Status: Eating. Location: By the fire. Spells:
Water (x3), Blizzard (x3), Blind (x3), Cure (x3), Esuna (x1)
____________________________________________________ Makoto wondered if he should be the one to tell Kalen that no, he won't catch up. That yes, he will always be the outsider on that side of the family. Maybe after another lifetime of living as a Trabian maybe he would be fitting back into the Rieko family as one of their own. At least, that's how it would be with his own family. The boy was starting to get a second serving when he recognized the signs of a summoning, and his eyes went wide. "No, no wait-" He was too late.
Another apparition appeared, the great Susanno'o with his giant gourd and a even grander grin. "OLD GILGAMESH. You son of a b***h, are you still pilfering the swords of greater warriors pretending that you have ability?" The laughter that followed was as if rumbling thunder across the planes, before it was accentuated by the sound of the gourd swishing as it was offered to Gilgamesh.
"The sound of the sea. Volume less than all the wine. Susanno'o will drink." ____________________________________________________
Status: IT. IS. COLD. Location: Trabian Wasteland Company: Varitas, Makoto Thoughts: No Place Like Home Weapons: Hrunting ll Thunder Rose Magic: Scan (0) Crystal Stock: Earth (x7)
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Kiss me good-bye, love's memory Follow your heart and find your destiny Won't shed a tear, for love's mortality For you put the dream in my reality
Makoto didn't need to tell him, if anything Kalen's mouth had turned downward as if he were already criticizing the statements that he had already made. I won't be as skilled as them, if ever. I'll just have to find my own lane. Whatever that was. The taste of the stew continued to be his focus, eyes locked into the depths of the flame that provided their temporary relief from the chill of the Trabian weather. Even as Gilgamesh chortled at the sight of Susanno'o, Kalen heeded the two of them no mind, allowing the acquaintances to have their reunion of sorts whilst their summoners sat and tried to come together in their own way. "He just comes out when he wants, sorry." His eyes looked over, quickly, at the form of the other swordsman Guardian Force, intaking its presence and locking it to memory. Ironic in a way, the two of them having Guardian Forces that held some semblance towards one another, even if faint. "I'm going to have to find my own way." It was more him projecting his thoughts into reality, a statement of what he would have to do as the training continued. Makoto and he both knew that he would never be the kind of swordsmen that Varitas and he were, or even an equivalent to Eisei who for all the rumor, had turned into a stalward behemoth of a human being. Still a cold b*****d, regardless.
"BAH! SUSANNO'O you sly b*****d! You're still kicking, you old codger?!" The armor clad warrior grasped the giant gourd and drank heavily, mirroring laughter releasing the depths of his lungs. "I collect the finest of weapons, and mayhaps one day I might finally be able to pry yours from your grasp! I have the coin! My swordsmanship killed that damndable pony, Ixion at the height of its monstrous power! You know I am NO SLOUCH!" The Guardian Force stood and flexed, all of his arms striking a different pose as if he were modeling at a bodybuilding convention. "And you! Playing secondary master to the young master over there with my boy?!"
These two being together was nothing, if not animated, giving life to the barren wasteland they inhabited.
Guardian Force: G...Gilgamesh? Status: O'HO, I HAVE SOMETHING Spells 0
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Posted: Sun Dec 22, 2024 12:03 am
Makoto Akihiro Ishikawa
Status: Miserable in Stereo Location: Hell. Spells:
Water (x3), Blizzard (x3), Blind (x3), Cure (x3), Esuna (x1)
____________________________________________________ Susanno'o erupted in laughter when Gilgamesh spoke. To be fair, the Guardian Force often did that, but now seemed to be a bit extra hearty. "Unlike you, Gilgamesh, I can actually fight." It was the best answer Gilgamesh could expect for if he was still kicking. Of course he was. He was the best swordsman this side of the universe. Susanno'o took another swig, somehow laughing even louder when Gilgamesh boasted.
"A pony? Hahaha, not quite the boast that you believe it is, Gilgamesh. I was hoping you may have faced someone with some ability, such as Odin, Zurvan or even Ravana." After Gilgy stood, so did Sus, looking down at his smaller counterpart, he took a more contemplative pose. "It has always been the duty of the elders to guide the next generations, and this one pledged to speak in poem for my pledge. It has been quite entertaining. AHAHAHAHAHA."
"Hate you. Hate you both. Torment unending. My fate. To die with no peace."
Makoto turned his focused back to Kalen. He shrugged.
"You will not find way. With a chip on your shoulder. Seek peace. Clarity."
The younger samurai stood for a moment, walking away before returning with a jug and two smaller cups, pouring a drink for them both. Sake. Makoto smiled, raising his drink in cheers to Kalen, before drinking his due. ____________________________________________________
With the two boys winding down and eating, Varitas sat aside at a distance from the boys, letting the two discuss and get to know the other. He had not expected both of their guardian forces to step out and equally speak to one another. With just one addition he had managed to have an encampment of five total. Amusing, lively, he hoped that the spirits of these two boys remained as strong as ever, but he did notice that Kalen needed to be emotionally stronger. Too hot-headed, making decisions based on emotional attachment and sentiment, or agitation, and though the boy could take a beating, he lacked defense. There was a lot he had to work on. He could see that clearly in Kalen. He had begun to understand the type of mental fortitiude Kalen would need to go through to become stronger.
As the two discussed and chatted amongst each other, Varitas spoke up to the two boys. "Once you both are finished eating, get cleaned up and ready for bed, we're getting up early in the morning and going on a hunt." He said simply to the both of them, not giving them a timeframe to finish eating, and ample opportunity to continue chatting together.
Status: IT. IS. COLD. Location: Trabian Wasteland Company: Varitas, Makoto Thoughts: No Place Like Home Weapons: Hrunting ll Thunder Rose Magic: Scan (0) Crystal Stock: Earth (x7)
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Kiss me good-bye, love's memory Follow your heart and find your destiny Won't shed a tear, for love's mortality For you put the dream in my reality
The sound of the wind is what Kalen had started to focus on, looking downward at the air that turned into a cloud of mist as he inhaled and promptly exhaled. The most interesting aspect at the moment was listening to the two Guardian Forces banter back and forth like two friends of old, Susanno'o sounding like an older brother/friend chiding and teasing the smaller, multi-armed warrior. From what he was hearing, Gilgamesh was not held to be as mighty of a warrior as he boastfully proclaimed in Kalen's head over, and over, and over, and over, and over, AND OVER again. Just from Gilgy's words, the offense was played off as comical but at least to Kalen, he could feel the slight pang of offense inside. Maybe we're more alike than I originally thought. he mused, a small smile at the irony of it all, Who'd have thought, eh... The only thing he could follow up with was finishing the second helping of stew that Varitas had cooked up, eyes glancing up towards Makoto whilst he made his comments on the two boastful warriors and promptly following with a second haiku towards in resposne to Kalen.
Peace...clarity...
All Kalen could do in response was close his eyes and nod. Peace...clarity... Words that once seemed to have been more than familiar. Now, with the world in disarray and his new home being a winter wasteland, his family and friends in jeopardy, it seemed like a distant shore that had been cast away from days ago and now the young Rieko descendant was lost in the sea of it all. There was no use being upset at it all, his lack of untrained skill. There was only one way to go, and that was upward. A chip on his shoulder would only reduce him to becoming a total p***k like Eisei. Thankfully, Kalen had been devoid of seeing his sibling for the first time in years upon their arrival to Trabia, and he prayed that it remained that way. There was no usefulness that could come from it all.
The thoughts that were summoned by the wisdom of Makoto were promptly pushed away by the same personl. A small cup was placed in Kalen's callousing and sore hands to be filled with sake, a drink that Kalen had never had before. The first time with alcohol had actually been in the last day with Nyale, Rem, Yukiko, and Eren all together...heh, what a positive way to end a horrible few days. All Kalen could do was raise his cup in response and drink, wincing slightly at the foreign taste that entered his lips and blessed his tongue. A warmth followed it, causing Kalen to eye the cup precariously. "I've never had this before...interesting stuff." he commented, looking up to Makoto with a slightly more positive demeanor, "Never really drank before this week, either."
"BAH! Damn you!" The giant warrior comedically waved his fist in the air at the larger warrior, "I'll have you know that I now finally got the piece I've been long hunting for! Zantetsuken slay the beast in one blow!" Odin's sword had been withdrawn as he held it and pointed it to the sky, flexing his arms to compensate for the comments that Susanno'o made. "Odin fell and I honored his death by paying that monstrous pony tenfold! Cursed by something foul, it was, dark and evil. Many SeeD could barely hold the damnable Steed at bay, but I, GILGAMESH and the boy there gave it WHAT FOR!" Gilgamesh's face turned and looked towards Kalen, who was in the middle of conversing with Makoto. The metal mouth of his formed into a small grin at the younger lad. It was easy to see that in the few days of being in touch with one another's feelings, Gilgamesh had gotten over the fact that the boy was not the Wolf full time. "He's a strange lad, but a good heart. FIRE WITHIN, and a good taste in finer things! I know, Suse, that I have MUCH FURTHER to go before I hold such regale like yourself, but MARK MY WORDS, my boy and I will make the heavens shake!" The legends of Gilgamesh were certainly not privy to the character that he was portraying, but perhaps Kalen was bringing something interesting out of the weapons collector. The sword Zantetsuken was sheathed promptly, and all of Gilgy's arms closed.
"OHO! A hunt! What beast can stand between the MEGA POWERS of Susanno'o and Gilgamesh! What foe could pass through the flames of youth and potential like our wards! It shall be a glorious day!"
Guardian Force: G...Gilgamesh? Status: O'HO, I HAVE SOMETHING Spells 0
Status: Following Instructions Location: At Home. Spells:
Water (x3), Blizzard (x3), Blind (x3), Cure (x3), Esuna (x1)
____________________________________________________ When Kalen looked up at Makoto from eyeing the cup, he found Makoto opening and closing his hand to clearly sign that Kalen was talking too much. He looked back at Varitas for a moment, before beginning to put up his sake and dishes, bringing them to be washed before coming back for Kalen's.
"Sleep. ******** new guy. I will cover your dishes. Tomorrow rested."
Susanno'o gave Gilgamesh a wicked smirk. "So you admit it, you needed a whole gaggle of SeeD to claim your great victory, Gilgamesh. Still riding upon the tail coats of others." Another completely healthy drink from his gourd of alcohol seemed to keep the Guardian Force in good spirits. But the good spirits did help. "I am glad that your pursuit of ability has still not come to a end, Gilgy. Perhaps like your ward, you too will learn something from watching my young Makoto, and the wise tutelage of sensei Durentis." Susanno'o gave Gilgamesh a small head nod before he vanished, desummoned by Makoto who wished to just get the night over with and be ready for the morning. ____________________________________________________
