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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2012 0:22:26 GMT -5
Coming from this moment, the dao blade felt it necessary to find a place more appropriate to training. Indeed, though the vacancy created upon losing his roommate left a good deal of space free for Qin to train in, the dorm room lacked the true space needed to keep up and hone his skills as greatly as possible. It began to feel rather like a chore to do so in this cramped space. In honesty, the teenager was beginning to worry that his skills might become rusty if he did not move to an area better suited for his training. While he was in an apartment, Qin had more than enough space to place all the equipment he needed to train on his own. Sadly, upon the insistence of his parents, Qin had been forced to put those in a storage locker. He did have a rather big apartment back then.
It was part of his parents idea to get him more social, as he needed both a meister to wield him and eventually a love interest. Rockelle being his next door neighbor, he could only imagine they had the deluded idea they would get together eventually. It was a sigh and a half to try to argue and it was very rude and insubordination to not follow their orders. And so, to the dojo he went. It would be a lie to say that he was hoping that he would be left alone in peace on this day. It was still morning on a Saturday. The lazy students found themselves long since asleep at this time, though Qin had been awake for many hours. His morning routine training regiment was fully completed at this point and his clothes had been changed into the tradition black outfit associated with Wing Chun Kung Fu and he equipped himself with his backpack now loaded with things he found to be essentials.
And so, the boy made his way towards the area. The best thing about being in a dorm room was that the distance between school and where he resided diminished greatly and it took only minutes before he arrived. One could only imagine what others must of thought of him as he walked at his steady pace. People around him still were not used to seeing the uniform of his native art. Some might have thought it weird, but he did not notice. Most people still did not realize he was deaf, most just thought he was rude when he ignored them. Not that it mattered a great deal to him what others thought. There was a rare occurrence for him to give way to the opinions of his peers.
Finally, Qin arrived at his destination. It was peaceful within, there was no one around in the area, most students avoiding school whenever they can. To be honest, Qin was rather impressed, though not very surprised to see the area equipped for a variety of martial arts and training regiments. It was everything he expected from Shibusen to provide. Placing the pack on the ground next to a wall, it was time for him to begin his exercises. He had stretched before hand, but to practice martial arts properly, one must be centered mentally and spiritually. That was his task for the moment and the weapon began to do so as well as other pre-training exercises.
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Post by Levi Kastein on Mar 23, 2012 16:47:24 GMT -5
What a boring Saturday morning! Levi had nothing to do and therefore found himself agitated about nearly everything. He had woken up earlier than he would have liked and found falling back asleep to be something his body refused to allow. Being at a loss of what to do Levi fell back onto his default, training. Surely anyone else would consider his default to be flirting but before he had started to hit on every female in sight he had his knight training to distract him. Plus there was the time situation, how many girls was he likely to find at this time of day?
Getting ready he considered his potential options for what to do. He could always train in his house or the area around it but that was no fun! All of Death City could be his place to train if he wanted. Being a student of Shibusen he figured he might as well take the opportunity to use the school’s facilities. If he was going to be here he might as well use them for his whims. He assumed that since he was sent here and since the school was in essence a world power they would have at least a halfway decent place to train.
Sheathing his sword against his waist Levi completed his outfit and was ready to head out for the dojo. Stretching outside his house he began the jog to the school. Running there crossed his mind but he didn’t want to get there too soon. Besides, maybe if he was lucky he could abandon his old default and go back to his preferred pastime of flirting. Unfortunately he would have no such luck and arrive at the school’s dojo without encountering any members of his harem to distract him. Not terribly impressed with the outside of the facility he walked in with few expectations.
The variety of equipment available was slightly impressive but Levi could care less. Whatever things they had meant nothing unless he decided to use it. Continuing his scan Levi was disappointed that the amount of babes was lacking, so much so that it was nonexistent. They only other person he spotted was some Asian kid who was most likely another student. Boring. Resisting the urge to command them to bow or kneel Levi walked away without bothering to acknowledge them. It was a commendable effort but of course he could manage it.
Having resisted his base instincts to cause conflict Levi moved a sizable distance away from the student as to assist in not fighting him. Levi wasn’t sure if it would work but it was worth a try. Unlatching his sheathed blade he placed it on the ground against the wall and turned to face his desired target. He could get some sword training in later but for the moment he would start with the basics and work his way up. Looking at the punching bag before him he grinned. Cracking his knuckles and neck the prince did a quick survey around him.
Nothing looked like it would get destroyed immediately so maybe it could take him. Pulling off his jacket he threw it over a bar on the wall and ran his wavelength through his fingers. Content that he was perfect in every way in case some babe did walk in on him Levi was all set. His ego as large as ever the prince began his onslaught against the helpless punching bag.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2012 2:37:51 GMT -5
The day seemed to be going by without a hitch. There was no incident on his morning routine, mainly his five mile jog this morning at the break of day and so far, no one had been able to enter to disturb his exercises. It seemed like today would be good. Not to mention, the more time spent away from the dorm, the less likely the chance Rockelle would show up. In truth, if he were less disciplined, more reckless and, all-in-all, just plain rude like most teens, he probably would have assaulted his parents for forcing him to room next to the most hated of foes. Of course, that being said, his father was even more skilled than he was and it would be a fight that was most assuredly lost at this moment in his life. Such was the life of the army brat. It didn't matter, just the mere thought of assaulting an elder and superior in the chain of command without just cause was something he couldn't even bear to think of without scolding himself and shuddering at the inevitable shame it would bring upon himself. A career in the United States armed forces was his goal in life, as of now, and to advance to the rank of general would not only require great skill and connections, but no skeletons in his closet.
And so, without dwelling on the what-ifs and what-could-be's, the boy slowly began to dissipate all distractions of the world around him. In order to do more advanced training, he must center himself and, though it may seem like the slow pace of which he moved was rather boring and pointless, it was essential to his efforts. It helped him to calm his mind of the things and worries around him. To bring peace into his mind. Martial arts is not meant to be about inflicting harm, but to protect someone. If one went around without thinking and allowed their emotions to rule them, the exact thing they were trying to prevent just might occur. To fight for honor, family, and to protect those who could not protect himself. That was what he desired.
However, just as he was ending his normal routine, another boy entered the room. Qin did not notice him yet, in fact, it would be a few minutes before he would. He finished his centering exercises in a stance and a deep, drawn out breath. When he did look up, however, he saw a green-haired boy. And he had a sword? It seemed too disrespectful to even mention it, green hair! Though, he did not seem like a martial artist and it was certainly not his place to scold a peer for a simple hair choice. The sword did raise a question in his mind as to what he intended to do within these walls, but as long as it was not unsheathed to attack someone or the equipment, Qin would do nothing.
Instead, as the boy went towards the punching bag and began to assault it, Qin went towards the Muk Yan Jong, or wooden dummy, with its various arms, and began to perform some various techniques as he had known them. They were not the most advance, however, they were higher up in the learning curve for the art. To someone not trained in the style, or something similar, it would seem as if he were just hitting the wooden arms in random movements. Different angles and the such would be practiced and soon, the other boy drifted out of his mind as his concentration began to remain on the object which lay before him. Out of sight, out of sound, out of mind.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2012 20:37:47 GMT -5
It was the weekend all ready and Tori was overjoyed by this. She had a long week and a lot of homework she had gotten done the night before. Like normal she was up early and has spent the first part of her morning cleaning the shop but that got boring fast. She ditched her broom and headed up to her room to get changed. Tori thought it might be a good idea to head to the school and get maybe a work out in. If she and Dante wanted to get from the NOT class to the One star she would have to get a lot strong then she was now. After changing into what she considered a workout outfit she headed out to the school. She get a few funny looks on her way to the school and it made her feel very uncomfortable. Tori would normally be covered from head to toe and barley show off her skin and now she was plainly showing off her legs and her stomach but it wouldn't make seance to even try and workout in what she normally wears. Finely she reached the dojo and walked in. It didn't come as a shock to her to see that there was only two people there but there was one that she knew right off the bat. Levi, her so called boyfriend, was on one side of the room beating the crap out of a punching bag and surprise surprise her wasn't wearing a shirt. For a moment Tori hide behind the door her face turning a bit read as she looks over at the prince. When ever she is around him he hit on her, and she would just hit him, but he has never seen her with such little clothing on. Part of Tori just wanted to turn around and leave but she really needed to train. Tori looked at the other boy in the room and watched him for a bit. Tori took a deep breath and clammed her nerves making sure that her face was no longer pink. She walked into the dojo and headed right for the other boy. He looked like he knew what he was doing and Tori hoped that maybe he could help her out. Why didn't she ask Levi when she knew that he was strong? Simple, because she knew that trying to train with Levi might only lead to her getting pissed off. Tori walks up next to the boy and give a little cough and smiles at him. "Pardon me but I couldn't help but notice from a far that you appear to be quite skilled in the ways of marshal arts." Tori then reaches up and places the hand on the back of her neck looking away from this guy. "I know this is kind of out of the blue and we don't know each other but I was wondering if you could give me some helpful hints? I'm in the NOT class and I would really like to get stronger."And so Tori COMPLETELY ignored her "boyfriend" on the other side of the room. There was no way she could make eye contacted with him.
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Post by Levi Kastein on Apr 7, 2012 15:12:21 GMT -5
For the moment Levi was focused on his training more than his surroundings. It wasn’t exactly an uncommon thing when he was training but not something he tended to do in a public setting. Taking the conditions into consideration the focus was not set on his knight training or fighting skills as much as his punches. Normally that was no problem but it could always be better. Of course Levi was the best at everything but he could still become better by surpassing the standard of best. The easiest way to make his punches better was to make his soul purges better.
Actually concentrating on the process Levi slowed his punches down slightly and felt as the wavelength moved through him. The energy coursing out from his chest and along his arms before being released through the knuckles of his fist. It was a simple process but Levi had never had any desire to care about it before. Unleashing a couple of soul purges into the punching bag he noticed something odd. After releasing a soul purge he could still feel the energy residing in his fist. What the hell was that? Was he not actually giving full soul purges this whole time?
Perplexed by this revelation Levi took a break to figure out what was going on. Staring at his hands he moved his fingers around and was met with a few arcing sparks being released. Maybe he was limiting his soul purges somehow without being aware of it. It seemed like a simple fix for him though, just do better and pass through it. As the pieces moved together he grew more excited to see what he could manage without the limit on his wavelength. Still on his break he looked away from his hands to see what was going on in the rest of the dojo.
His attention slowly coming off of himself he noticed that the one boy had moved to some weird thing that he couldn’t be bothered to care about. And that there was a new person of the babe variety that was too close to the other guy for his liking. It was only common courtesy that he should go over and make himself know to the babe. Not bothering to pick up Zegen or his jacket he left them to rest against the wall for his return. Not like he would need either until he was done.
Walking over to the two his attention was primarily on the babe of course. He didn’t seem to remember her, which was nothing new, but she seemed more familiar than the other commoners he happened across in the city. It was a weird feeling that Levi wasn’t used to but brushed it aside as nothing important. He had probably just forgotten who she was after a quick meeting. As he grew closer the unknown identity started to bother him more than it should. Deciding it was that he couldn’t see her face the feeling would disappear after he got closer.
He was right of course. After getting close enough to see who she was Levi recognized her instantly. He was a tad surprised by the clothing that contributed to his confusion. Standing next to the two he grinned at Tori and ignored the other boy.
”Hey babe. I like the new choice of clothes. They should be a common thing.”
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