The old ancient temple had been here for what seemed like eons at this point but really was just centuries. Covered in the vines and bushes of its walls. The location of this temple was deep in the forest and for those that wanted knowledge of the world. Would come to seek it if they wanted to uncover the techniques of the realm. Unfortunately, these techniques were still guarded by powerful creatures and beast that wouldn't simply give their secrets away for the weak to obtain. They would have to fight for it if they wanted the secrets known.
Yangcong had arrived to the dusted looking temple and with his black robe and mask on, he appeared to look more shady than the temple itself. Upon arriving in front of the altar, red glowing eyes from several statues within the room started to become vibrant and finally, turning to normal. Yangcong had looked around and found this being quite strange indeed and the book on the altar had begun to open and glow. A voice had spoken out, he wasn't sure if it came from the book or the entire temple itself.
"Why have you come here.... What do you seek...."
Yangcong simply stared at the book and then began to look around. Wondering what had he uncovered and discovered....
Post by Articho Reville on Jun 22, 2021 23:00:28 GMT -5
Articho floated in the air, facing towards the sky with his hands resting behind his head. He chewed on piece of grass as he simply basked in the sunlight. It was a good little ritual, motivating him for the training to come as he hovered high above where he'd settled on for the day. It was peaceful, at least visually, as internally, the hybrid was seething. Part of the ritual was remembering why he was doing what he was doing: his father abandoning him to go be a stupid mercenary in space. In a sense, this was a part of the training, the masking of intense emotions with a calm, carefree veneer.
Articho's eyes opened in an annoyed glare as he spat out the grass with an annoyed grunt. What a load of bullshit.
His flow of ki that kept him airborne slowly ebbed away, leaving Articho to begin a descent to the Earth head first. His speed steadily picked up, the wind whistling past his ears as he fell faster and faster. Branches streaked past him as he fell into the treetops and a heavy impact was all but imminent before he suddenly pulled into a backflip and began to fly again, his descent slowing rapidly until his shoes touched the ground. "And he sticks the landing. Tens across the board," he mumbled to himself, jokingly taking a gymnast's routine finishing pose despite no one being there to see it. At least, that's what he hoped considering he had picked a very out of the way spot to train for the day.
Tentatively, Articho reached out with his senses, probing for any nearby power levels of importance only to get an absolutely massive return that nearly put him on his ass. "The hell? I had no idea no one could even get that strong..." he took a step back, hesitant to hang around but intrigued at the same time. His feet lifted off the ground in a bounding leap through the trees until he reached an ancient temple. The source of the power seemed to be inside and, with another quick leap, he was at the entrance, though he didn't enter. If the guy had any ability to sense ki, which Articho was more than certain he did, he wasn't quite so sure he wanted to walk in so blatantly. Not when he couldn't be sure how much of a threat the source was.
The robe man had looked over his shoulder and had immediately sensed a power level of 5,000. Based on his appearance, he looked like a saiyan. As he turned to look at the saiyan, he kept his distance from him and not knowing whether or not he was concealing his true power level or whether or not that was his true power. Nevertheless, he spoke to him while having his hands in his robe.
"What are you doing here and why have you come?"
He had leaped much closer to the man now, now standing on a ledge beams of this structure altar and now being at a higher level from the man. He held onto the beam that was right beside him and that was standing upright instead of horizontal. He rested his left arm against it and used it as a means to help him stand and posture better as he assessed the situation. He now started to sit on the ledge and had his legs dangle from the high ground.
"What do you seek? Power? Wisdom? Perhaps a friend?"
Though it was quite straight forward and at the same time a strange list of questions, he wanted to know what this man wanted.
Post by Articho Reville on Jun 24, 2021 20:59:36 GMT -5
Articho considered his options for a moment as the robed man turned to face him. The hybrid was absolutely dwarfed, even if he pushed himself to his absolute limits, but he didn't want to simply roll over and let the guy walk all over him. "Act nonchalant, like this guy seems barely on your radar," he thought to himself. A moment later, his posture relaxed and his tail swished around lazily.
"If by 'here' you mean 'the general area,' then I came here to try and find a quiet place to train. If you mean 'here' as in 'the building we are currently standing in,' then I came here to check out the energy I sensed, as well as take a look at this old temple," Articho replied, taking a moment to lean back and examine the vine covered and aged exterior before looking back to the robed man. "I don't see your name on it, so it's not like I'm trespassing or anything." He tucked his hands into his jacket pockets as he watched the man leap around the room and settle onto a beam high above his head. An odd way to try and establish dominance, but if it made the guy feel better, then so be it. It's not like he really had much more he needed to do other than let his massive power speak for him.
His next question made Arthur raise an eyebrow in confusion, then look back to the room as a whole. Was he being protective of the ancient temple? It was hard to gauge given how little there was of anything other than some dusty old book on an altar. Strange. The odd line of questions after did little to dissuade the confusion of the whole situation. He looked back up to the robed man before responding. "Certainly burning through your twenty questions fast, but if you mean 'here' as in," he gestured by swinging his arms out to indicate a wide area, "then power is probably the right answer. If you mean 'here' as in," another gesture, this time pointing to the ground beneath him to indicate the temple, "then curiosity is the right answer. Why are you here? Seems weird that someone would be interested in such an old temple."
Articho walked into the temple after he finished answering, approaching the book and looking at its pages. He kept his expression bored and disinterested, but he was probing the pages intensely to see what all the fuss was about.
This man was quite strange or rather, a very detailed person when it came to specifics. Yangcong had looked to the man and as he hopped off the ledge and landed to his feet 12ft from the man, he kept his distance somewhat.
"If you want training. I can accommodate that."
He was quick to lower his power level to match the man's own power level in a matter of seconds. As he did so, his aura became visible purple and covered his entire body to the point where it now matched the man's own power.
"I came here, to learn more about the world and this temple here can be a prime example of it. With how vast in knowledge it has, anyone can learn pretty much about anything. I am willing to train you to become stronger if you want it."
Though Yangcong still had a missing right forearm, along with a broken left arm, having his robe be oversize was enough to help disguise it well. As he looked to the man, he felt like he could beat him without the need of his arms and with his power level, he knew that it wouldn't take much at all to win.
Post by Articho Reville on Jun 29, 2021 13:20:32 GMT -5
There was little to say of note within the pages of the dusty tome. Or maybe Articho's brain was choosing to filter out words that he had long since deprioritized when he gave up schooling in favor of training to beat his father. In any case, the book lost all interest for him when the robed man piped up his offer. The hybrid's tail flicked unconsciously, a giveaway for his desire to accept the challenge, but he stayed himself. As tempting as it was to so readily agree and start, there was something fishy about it all. Why would some random guy in the woods with a weird robe that hid his identity offer to give a training session to some kid he didn't know? It didn't sit right with Articho.
He began to turn around to face the robed man and decline, but then his senses detected his massive power suddenly drop to being right around the same level as him. Articho's jaw tightened in annoyance as the realization hit a moment later. This bastard was taking it easy on him. To him, Articho was little more than a warm up, a quick game of catch to loosen his muscles up. Hardly worth the time to begin with. If anything, the guy was doing Articho a favor. He clenched his fists as the robed man continued blathering on about learning things from this temple and a bunch of other things he didn't really care about.
No one treated him like he needed a handout.
"You have got some nerve acting like you're doing me a favor, lowering your power level like that," Articho said, his blue aura flaring to life around him. The muscles in his legs tensed as his feet slowly rotated into position. With a burst of speed, he pushed off of the ground, crossing the room in a few seconds before jumping into the air in a high jump kick aimed towards the guy's face. Only, while in midair, Articho rotated and pushed towards the ground, leaving only an afterimage performing the high kick while his actual self swung his fist right towards the man's stomach.
Yangcong could clearly see the man's strength and he was by far skilled in fighting to say the least. However as he tried his little trick, Yangcong was quick to evade it and with a quick twirl of his whole body, he attempted to lift his knee up close to his chest and with a strong side kick, he attempted to smash the man's stomach with quick speed. Hopefully this would be enough to send him straight away from Yangcong for the moment as he attempted to gather his energy.
His aura started to flow all around him and as it began to grow more and more, invisible to the naked eye. He finally was able to harness his energy to the center of his chest that he now was able to move more freely. With a small calm sighed breath escaping his lips, he stared at the man wondering what he was going to do.
"You have the skill to fight, you just don't have the experience to beat a person like me."
He would calmly walk towards the man and chuckled slightly as his eyes widen behind the mask.
"I can grant you the power to beat all your enemies."
His slow and calm walk would take him a long while to reach the man and this was deliberately as he had his guard on high alert.
Post by Articho Reville on Jul 6, 2021 0:18:02 GMT -5
Medium Defense Technique || Afterimage
Articho increases his speed momentarily to briefly leave behind an afterimage of himself as he dodges a technique
KP Cost: 3 KP
3/6 Mp +1 for posting a technique and for posting
Articho felt his fist hit air instead of his foe, with a counterattack quickly following behind it. He let out a grunt of frustration before placing his hands on the ground and pushing up, turning his forward momentum upward and leaving behind another afterimage as his shoes slammed into the ceiling above. His tail instinctively wrapped itself around the scaffolding as he glared down at Yangcong. This guy just had all the answers, didn't he? What Articho wouldn't give to shut him up, which was honestly the worst part. Because that meant the masked man was right. But the hybrid didn't need to have it told to him by some smarmy asshole.
"Sorry, but my mom told me not to accept training offers from strangers," Articho replied, his glare turning to a grin. He joked, but the offer was only adding to his mounting frustration. Enemies. Articho didn't have any time for enemies, nor any need for them. He only had one person he wanted to surpass: his deadbeat father that had decided being a Saiyan was more important that looking after his children. And sure, the offer would still stand in that case, in some capacity, but his own statement also held water. Whatever training the weird masked man in the woods had, he couldn't say he really wanted to get involved with it.
Fighting him, however, Arthur was very keen on. His tail unwrapped from the beam as he pushed himself downward. He somersaulted in the air, swinging his leg down in a heavy axe kick aimed at towards the man's head. He followed up by backflipping back towards the ground, crouched low and poised to react to any retaliation.