Train my boy. Sept 4, 2018 16:40:02 GMT
Post by Limax on Sept 4, 2018 16:40:02 GMT
Level 2 - 1,000 WC minimum: Now that you have proven yourself truly worthy of Master Shen's tutelage; it's time to get to work on the dojo itself. It's definitely seen better days, so grab a scrub brush and a hammer and get to work repairing the failing dojo. If you can bring it back to its former glory appearance-wise, you might just be ready to do some real training next.
"Such insolence..." The old man on the balcony said in a tone of voice that was barely above a whisper.
"SUCH WHAT?!" Raditz shouted back at him, his voice shattering the natural peacefulness of the mountain temple. "I CAN’T HEAR YOU IF YOU TALK SO QUIETLY!"
The daylight was starting to fade, so it was difficult to make out the old man’s features, (silhouetted as he was by the ancient pagoda and the setting sun at his back), but Limax’ enhanced eyes could clearly see his slight form shaking. At first, he wondered if the man was shivering; the air was beginning to grow a little chilly, being this far up the mountain and with the sun about to set, even if the Cyborg from Namek didn’t quite feel the cold in the same way that he used to (it was if the sensation was still there, but it was somehow less important than it used to be). Then Limax’s eyes did that strange thing again, enhancing and zooming in on the image that his retinas were sending to his brain, making the Namekian was to vomit and punch somebody, both at the same time (he hated the way his body had been defiled with these “upgrades”). He didn’t wish for this “zoom lens effect”, but it did seem to come as a response to his thought-processes; he was struggling to make out the old-man then, all of a sudden, he wasn’t (it would be incredible if it wasn’t so disgusting). It made him wonder what other alterations had been made to his body that he wasn’t aware of. Whatever the case, it became clear that it wasn’t the cold that was making the man on the balcony shake, but rage.
Ha... Limax thought. ...glad to see that it’s not just me he has that effect on.
He watched as the old man visibly tried to calm himself and wondered if the Saiyans senses were acute enough to see what he was currently seeing. If so, Raditz was no-doubt finding it extremely amusing to see how easily he had wound up this man, whoever he was. The man’s hands were clenched so tight that he could see his veins, purple and distended with age, standing proud from the liver-spotted skin on the backs of his hands. His entire body would vibrate violently for a few moments and then stop, before the process would start all over again and, all the while, his eyes stared, unblinking, at the tall and brash alien that had chosen to darken his doorstep this evening.
Raditz turned then and addressed Mikan, electing not to lower his voice to a normal level.
"CAN YOU HEAR WHAT HE’S SAYING? BECAUSE I CAN’T!!"
Limax wasn’t even going to dignify the idiot with an answer but, as it turned out, he wouldn’t have to, for as soon as the irritating Saiyan had finished speaking, the old man on the balcony hopped up onto the wooden railings with a sprightliness that was at odds with his advanced years. The Namekian saw this swift movement out of the corner of his eyes and found his attention drawn to the old man moved with an eerie kind of grace that he found impossible to ignore; it was as if something inside him recognised this old man as a threat. It was, in fact, exactly like this for, unbeknownst to Limax, he had been implanted with an assault module as part of his unwanted upgrades. This was a tiny computer that served to facilitate the integration of his biology with his implants as well as acting as a databank for various protocols and pieces of information relating to battle strategies. At times, this assault module could exercise limited control over Limax’s motor functions, enhancing his combat capabilities beyond what he would normally be capable of as a, essentially untrained, civilian.
So it was that he watched this nimble old man drop down from his perch with some fascination, as he landed silently upon the wooden boards of the temple porch. His hands now hidden inside the billowing sleeves of the robe he wore and he held them serenely in front of his body. Clearly, he was trying to affect some semblance of a calm demeanor to deal with his unwelcome guests, not knowing that the Cyborg had seen his earlier lapse of self-control.
"What is it that you want this time, Saiyan?"
With a bright smile, Raditz whirled around to greet the old man as if they were the best of friends instead of the worst of enemies.
"Oh Shenny, don’t be like that... " The Saiyan moved to put a friendly arm on the old master’s shoulder, but Shen swatted it away before it could find a purchase. "....ow! We had some good times, didn’t we? Remember when I killed that idiot in the hooded mask? "
"I remember that you stole all of my techniques before beating me to a pulp and leaving me for dead atop this very mountain." The old man replied.
"Alright, first of all, that hurts OK? I didn’t steal your techniques, you showed them to me, remember? It’s not my fault if I happen to learn fast." Raditz shrugged theatrically as he spoke, as if the old man had somehow offended him and not the other way around. ”And secondly, you started that fight, if I recall; you should have been ready to deal with the cheer-onsequences of your actions. "
It was official, Raditz watched too much Earth TV. Still though, the Saiyans words, although flippant, had apparently rung true, because the old master seemingly had no retort. Instead, he simply repeated his earlier question, this time sounding more exhausted than angry. It was clear, from the expression on the old man's face, that he had accepted that he would likely have to humor the Saiyan's request, no matter how absurd it might be.
"What is it that you want?"
Raditz beamed at the old man and pointed a thumb jovially over his shoulder at the Namekian tag-along.
"I want you to train my boy Limax, here. "
Note: I know we're a little behind on the training guidelines, but we will catch up, I promise