Post by Admin on Jun 1, 2016 20:57:06 GMT
Anna Martin to Isamu Ronin
February 8 ·
(( Because I haven't used Lorelai in fucking ages -- ))
Blindfolding herself, the warrior grabbed the nearest of her weapons. It was time to fight without the aid of sight, relying only on the other senses that she already knew how to implement. The eyes could confuse you; true senses would not. Breathing, she slashed at the air, hitting the targets she had spaced up randomly throughout the clearing. Hopefully, no one would come to bother her, but on the off-chance they did, she would be more than able to stop her attack before she attacked a vital point, at least.
She had gone bat-stir crazy inside the headquarters. Put on complete bedrest (though she never really followed through completely with it) for so long was enough to drive anyone insane, let alone someone whose primary focus was training and training alone. While everyone else was sparring and training, Lorelai had been locked up in her room, refusing to leave from it until she could go out by herself, no worries about appearing weak and vulnerable. She wasn't going to show any kind of weakness at all in the Time Patrol, regardless of whether others thought she would be considered that or not.
All she knew was that somehow, she had survived, and that somehow, she had to get stronger. Sammi had told her that maybe it was necessary to have to wait to be able to control her Ki Powers, that it was going to be a rough road getting there. She could handle that; not a problem. All the same, she was going to train to make her physical and mental prowess even more powerful as well as attempting to figure out the basis of the powers she had no idea how to use.
A hybrid, a part Saiyan, who cannot even manipulate Ki? That had to make everyone else laugh. What was the point in having the blood if one could not even implement the forces that make it so much stronger? She gave a laugh of self-deprecation, imagining the look of scorn on the others' faces if her weakness ever got out. Well, if they did laugh, she would easily cut them a new mouth, so that wasn't much of the problem with her. She honestly couldn't give a damn about what any of them thought... or at least she believed that.
Calming her raging thoughts, the Ninja continued on her path to improve herself; a storm was coming, and she was not going to be a liability to the Time Patrol. There were too many lives to protect and too many enemies to defeat for that to occur.
{{ Ōku Nomoji }}
LikeShow more reactionsComment
1Isamu Ronin
Comments
Isamu Ronin
Isamu Ronin Mission: Reconnaissance.
Time: Unknown.
The assassin stirred, the time was nigh for another scan of the surrounding areas he was travelling, so he decided to visit other sections of other towns. This one, he visited and traveled to in particular, radiated power everywhere, he was extremely interested as they called it "Ki" He knew he was in an entirely different area, because he doesn't have this said Ki. He wanted to test to see how powerful they were though... He hoped to find an enemy soon, and if not, a fight. He had been itching for one lately, being around more than just weaklings, but he kept his tongue to himself, and his urges in check. He was surprised this area had a very.... " honorable"? way of going about things, preferring direct altercations then direct assassination.
That only left one thing for him to do, gather intelligence, more than he had already. He stayed at inn's and rented out houses for about a week's time, listening to pointless news about what people ate and made, their families, some rumors of even more powerful beings, and powers to find out about. It was a generally peaceful place. His war economy could not thrive here, neither could he be of use here, as of yet. He decided to wait until this tension would break by the possible enemies they talked about. He didn't even know what a saiyan was as a title, but it seemed odd in comparison to his power. This was an odd place indeed. He could barely keep track of the ones he could sense, and was able to pinpoint the best places to stay out of sight of authorities.
He wore his black suit, and was armed with his pistols, and sword, but they were fitted to fit in his suit jacket, and not be detectable. His sword he carried with a pool stick holder also emnating the same anti scanner. He wore electric blue contacts, and eyeglases with computer screens replacing the lenses, but on the outside, they looked like regular glasses. He strode alone, alongside a clearing choosing it a spot to land his craft. He pulled out his phone, and he made a base there. Time to begin the wait.
Unlike · Reply · 1 · March 4 at 11:01pm · Edited
Ōku Nomoji
Ōku Nomoji Training was eventually over. She looked down at her hand, aura starting to crackle with the power of Ki that started to flow through her. Bakara had helped her a lot these past few weeks; after being hospitalized during the battle with Cell and the Androids, it was all she could do to try to improve, try to continue to grow. After all, what if it had been her fault that her little team had failed? Cale and the others had been depending on her, had been counting on her to ensure that the others would survive, that no damage would happen to the city that they lived in and swore to protect for the remainder of their days. After all, they were members of the Time Patrol, a group of collected fighters that had the power of Saiyan blood in their backgrounds.
True Saiyans were no longer around; the only ones that they had were Cale, Sammi and Krain, three Saiyans that Trunks had went to receive from the past. That being stated, there was only so much they could do, especially as the commanders of the Patrol that was now riding on the shoulders of those that were far weaker than them. Trunks had disappeared - where he had went, no one would know, and Miira was sending new foes through the Timelines at a rapid pace; after all, the more he messed up the timelines, the sooner he would be able to control the universe at multiple, fluid paces.
That was not a positive thing, and Lorelai knew that she would not allow that to occur. Even should all the others fail, she would continue fighting until the bitter end; even if she had to use all of the under handed tricks in the Ninja Handbook. Regardless of this... she was still a Saiyan. She might be an assassin, but in the end, her blood would have a foul taste in her mouth if she died not fighting at full strength in a battle confrontation of the finest, ample experience.
Hiding her weapons in various areas of her loose clothing, the cold woman moved forward, eyes roaming, ears open, for any sounds that seemed off.
Like · Reply · May 10 at 7:30pm
February 8 ·
(( Because I haven't used Lorelai in fucking ages -- ))
Blindfolding herself, the warrior grabbed the nearest of her weapons. It was time to fight without the aid of sight, relying only on the other senses that she already knew how to implement. The eyes could confuse you; true senses would not. Breathing, she slashed at the air, hitting the targets she had spaced up randomly throughout the clearing. Hopefully, no one would come to bother her, but on the off-chance they did, she would be more than able to stop her attack before she attacked a vital point, at least.
She had gone bat-stir crazy inside the headquarters. Put on complete bedrest (though she never really followed through completely with it) for so long was enough to drive anyone insane, let alone someone whose primary focus was training and training alone. While everyone else was sparring and training, Lorelai had been locked up in her room, refusing to leave from it until she could go out by herself, no worries about appearing weak and vulnerable. She wasn't going to show any kind of weakness at all in the Time Patrol, regardless of whether others thought she would be considered that or not.
All she knew was that somehow, she had survived, and that somehow, she had to get stronger. Sammi had told her that maybe it was necessary to have to wait to be able to control her Ki Powers, that it was going to be a rough road getting there. She could handle that; not a problem. All the same, she was going to train to make her physical and mental prowess even more powerful as well as attempting to figure out the basis of the powers she had no idea how to use.
A hybrid, a part Saiyan, who cannot even manipulate Ki? That had to make everyone else laugh. What was the point in having the blood if one could not even implement the forces that make it so much stronger? She gave a laugh of self-deprecation, imagining the look of scorn on the others' faces if her weakness ever got out. Well, if they did laugh, she would easily cut them a new mouth, so that wasn't much of the problem with her. She honestly couldn't give a damn about what any of them thought... or at least she believed that.
Calming her raging thoughts, the Ninja continued on her path to improve herself; a storm was coming, and she was not going to be a liability to the Time Patrol. There were too many lives to protect and too many enemies to defeat for that to occur.
{{ Ōku Nomoji }}
LikeShow more reactionsComment
1Isamu Ronin
Comments
Isamu Ronin
Isamu Ronin Mission: Reconnaissance.
Time: Unknown.
The assassin stirred, the time was nigh for another scan of the surrounding areas he was travelling, so he decided to visit other sections of other towns. This one, he visited and traveled to in particular, radiated power everywhere, he was extremely interested as they called it "Ki" He knew he was in an entirely different area, because he doesn't have this said Ki. He wanted to test to see how powerful they were though... He hoped to find an enemy soon, and if not, a fight. He had been itching for one lately, being around more than just weaklings, but he kept his tongue to himself, and his urges in check. He was surprised this area had a very.... " honorable"? way of going about things, preferring direct altercations then direct assassination.
That only left one thing for him to do, gather intelligence, more than he had already. He stayed at inn's and rented out houses for about a week's time, listening to pointless news about what people ate and made, their families, some rumors of even more powerful beings, and powers to find out about. It was a generally peaceful place. His war economy could not thrive here, neither could he be of use here, as of yet. He decided to wait until this tension would break by the possible enemies they talked about. He didn't even know what a saiyan was as a title, but it seemed odd in comparison to his power. This was an odd place indeed. He could barely keep track of the ones he could sense, and was able to pinpoint the best places to stay out of sight of authorities.
He wore his black suit, and was armed with his pistols, and sword, but they were fitted to fit in his suit jacket, and not be detectable. His sword he carried with a pool stick holder also emnating the same anti scanner. He wore electric blue contacts, and eyeglases with computer screens replacing the lenses, but on the outside, they looked like regular glasses. He strode alone, alongside a clearing choosing it a spot to land his craft. He pulled out his phone, and he made a base there. Time to begin the wait.
Unlike · Reply · 1 · March 4 at 11:01pm · Edited
Ōku Nomoji
Ōku Nomoji Training was eventually over. She looked down at her hand, aura starting to crackle with the power of Ki that started to flow through her. Bakara had helped her a lot these past few weeks; after being hospitalized during the battle with Cell and the Androids, it was all she could do to try to improve, try to continue to grow. After all, what if it had been her fault that her little team had failed? Cale and the others had been depending on her, had been counting on her to ensure that the others would survive, that no damage would happen to the city that they lived in and swore to protect for the remainder of their days. After all, they were members of the Time Patrol, a group of collected fighters that had the power of Saiyan blood in their backgrounds.
True Saiyans were no longer around; the only ones that they had were Cale, Sammi and Krain, three Saiyans that Trunks had went to receive from the past. That being stated, there was only so much they could do, especially as the commanders of the Patrol that was now riding on the shoulders of those that were far weaker than them. Trunks had disappeared - where he had went, no one would know, and Miira was sending new foes through the Timelines at a rapid pace; after all, the more he messed up the timelines, the sooner he would be able to control the universe at multiple, fluid paces.
That was not a positive thing, and Lorelai knew that she would not allow that to occur. Even should all the others fail, she would continue fighting until the bitter end; even if she had to use all of the under handed tricks in the Ninja Handbook. Regardless of this... she was still a Saiyan. She might be an assassin, but in the end, her blood would have a foul taste in her mouth if she died not fighting at full strength in a battle confrontation of the finest, ample experience.
Hiding her weapons in various areas of her loose clothing, the cold woman moved forward, eyes roaming, ears open, for any sounds that seemed off.
Like · Reply · May 10 at 7:30pm