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| Baal | Jun 22 2014, 05:16 PM Post #1 |
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The Immortal Coulasour
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Dawn had crept over the shore of the island and filled the house with light not more than an hour ago, but Liriel was just as tired as she had been the day before, even to the point of wishing that she had a sedative strong enough to put her to sleep. All through the night, flashes of her tenure in the prison were coming to mind, and there seemed to be no relief in her alcohol. So she had laid awake and remembered it. As the dawn light had soothed her tear stained face, the woman heard a knock at the door. A messenger had arrived, detailing exactly what was to be expected of her today; the island's politburo had decided to assign a new student to Liriel. In itself, that was most certainly not a bad thing, but Liriel was not certain she had the mental discipline to train a student. Of course, even Liriel slightly off her game was likely the wisest being around, given her long life and studious existence. There seemed to be little to do concerning that, but perhaps she would simply ask the Politburo to assign him another instructor. But who was left? Almost all of the qualified Quincy to hold a title to teach had been inside that prison with her for their half year long 'internment.' Liriel had not spoken much at length with any of the Quincy that had been tortured, as a fourth division medic had informed Liriel that she was physically the worst off. Even when they came to rescue her, Liriel had not the strength to stand, much less fight. Feeling as if that applied now, Liriel merely took some tools outside and waited for the child to arrive. |
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| Koko | Jun 23 2014, 01:09 AM Post #2 |
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The early morning sun was the first thing that greeted him properly this morning, given who basically upturned his bed to stir him from his sleep his disgruntled nature was far out of the ordinary in this situation. Plucked his home after being attacked by some thing and dragged to this island to meet someone because someone happened to feel some kind of connection with him. He got dressed in a matter of moments, he simply tossed on what he had the day before, a pair of dark blue jeans,a black tee and a denim vest over top. Having finished getting dressed, he was lead to someone, his guide deemed very important. The journey was uneventful and silent and eventually Elric was faced with a rather imposing manor. It was massive in scope, for a single person to call such a structure home would have to deem them a person of import or very wealthy at the least. And that's when she exited the manor. She was almost as tall as him, and boy she was something to behold as she brought out objects he was positive he had never seen before, but between her stunning appearance and the presence she gave off he surely wasn't paying attention to the gear she brought with her. He was pushed forward to introduce himself though he was sure they'd say he was coming to see her. He stumbled forward nearly falling in the process,he turned to the one who pushed him growling bit as he turned back to greet the woman they had sent him to meet. "Y-you're the one they call the 'Vicereine'?" |
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| Baal | Jun 23 2014, 01:36 AM Post #3 |
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Liriel had taken a moment to pause when she felt the approach of one of the Knights from the politburo, no doubt bringing with him the new student that she had acquired. Apparently even the requests that she had made directly to the politburo were no longer to be completely honored, but Liriel understood that it was her duty to train the next generation of the Quincy. That was part of the promise she made, after all. While one of the people that she had made that promise to had indeed perished in the line of her duty, Liriel knew that to disregard that promise was to diminish her cherished friend's memory. That memory was enough to draw Liriel into the sunlight, even if she felt unworthy of it. Wanting to simply recuse herself from training was not a good enough reason to disregard the new Quincy. Even if she felt miserable, her task was to lead those who did not know their ability or heritage to a place where opportunity would not refuse them. That was more important than anything at this point, especially with her leadership in tatters. When both her student and the Knight were in sight of her sharp eyes, Liriel sent a moth to tell the student's escort to return to his standard tasks and left him to approach on his own. Watching, Liriel's stunning eyes roved up and down his body, looking for anything that stood out to use as a start to train him. Finding no serious shortcomings, Liriel waited for him to approach to introduce herself. As always, her even tone carried the kind voice to her guest. "Good day. I am Liriel Barrison Del'Armgo. I understand that you are here to be trained, hm?" Bowing courteously, Liriel indicated that such was a proper greeting, but as with most people, Liriel caught his roving eyes examining her body. Such things were to be expected, as she knew from Luthien's peeping. Electing to allow him to have his eyeful, Liriel did not cower as she was well covered enough to hide her scars. "Then what experience do you have? I will need to know what you know in order to know where to begin." |
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| Koko | Jun 23 2014, 04:37 AM Post #4 |
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The Vicereine, Liriel Barrison Del'Armgo....Elric watched as she bowed for a moment, his eyes instinctively drinking in all that was being presented to him, and it was delicious. She was as he had heard, an absolute goddess, though this particular definition was more then likely not what the other Quincy had meant. When she rose from her light bow Elric proceeded to follow suit if only out of respect for the show he had just been treated too. "Well you can just call me Elric, Elric Valir." He bowed as he spoke maintaining as strong a lock on Liriel with his eyes as he could. "And yes I'm here because they said you could train me in some way or another tough I'm not sure in what. Apparently I'm a Quincy or whatever they called it." She asked of experience, had his mind been somewhere else his reply would have been much too mature for the situation at hand. but he spoke and did his best to maintain some form of composure. "Well, to answer you, I um well don't. I don't any experience what so ever. I'm fresh as a newborn to the ways of the Quincy." He had only just been informed of his heritage a few days ago so he had no way of knowing anything other then the name of his people and maybe a few tidbits of information here and there. It was a little frustrating but if Liriel was as special as these people made her out to be she should be able to teach him all he'd need to know and then some. "I...I've never been one to turn down hands on lessons, so I'm yours for the time we have together...so where do we start?" |
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| Baal | Jun 23 2014, 06:51 AM Post #5 |
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Liriel's observations did not leave Elric as she bowed and he too returned the courteous greeting. His eyes roved over her body, but he tried desperately to keep eye contact with her. There was not a great deal of difference between him and any random individual that she might have run into in the city central, for she had run into a huge number of catcalls in the past. Normally she had never even noticed due to being so focused on other things, but recently, the scars she had received had destroyed her ability to keep her focus as lofty as it normally was. The last journey into the city had made Liriel extremely uncomfortable, so she had holed up in the Manor. Of course she was being well provided for by the Quincy, but that hardly satisfied her desire for human contact. Sighing as Elric introduced himself and indicated his skepticism at his newly regarded title, Liriel understood that she had a great deal of work to do here. Perhaps that was for the best. If she was his first proper instructor, she would not have to retrain poor habits picked up from lacklustre teachings elsewhere. "Sit." Indicating to sit on the patio floor, Liriel sat across from him and crossed her legs in a modified seiza position, a small bench providing her ample room to avoid placing pressure on any of her scars. "Now. Empty your mind. Do not focus on anything, nothing matters. Center yourself with your breathing. In through the nose, out through the mouth." No jokes or snippy commentary came forth as she followed in the exercise as instructed, and Liriel centered herself immediately. Giving the new student several quiet minutes, she knew he would be wondering what she was expecting. Taking an ordinary piece of cloth, Liriel used the strings that appeared like they should belong to the Heavenly Wild Puppet Suit to tie it around his eyes. "Reach out with your mind, but keep your breathing calm. That calmness is imperative for all Quincy abilities. It allows you to balance your mind as you search for spiritual energy to control." Liriel's calm, measured tone was barely above a murmur, but for some reason, it was clear for Elric to hear without even the slightest issue. "All Quincy can accomplish this activity. Now, I want you to continue to search for the energy in the air around you." Of course what she had not included with the statement was the fact that many Quincy students tried far too hard to detect the reishi, a fact proved over and over by teachers that did not have the care of herself and her appointed instructors. "Remain relaxed. Imagine yourself in a stream of energy, each particle will try to slip by. Only the ones you want glow with the energy that feels like it will burn your hands. Reach out for those particles with your mind, and draw them towards you." Now she had to wait. Most of the students she had seen required at least two attempts and several long moments of peace to assemble the energy in order to continue. Some had required a long period of time before they could even assemble the particles, but Liriel had seen a number that caught on with very little apparent effort. It was those students that she usually sent back to Isac or the others, for she wished to help those that truly struggled. Because right now, she was beginning to empathize with all people that had ever struggled in their lives. |
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| Koko | Jun 23 2014, 08:00 AM Post #6 |
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The greetings now well out of the way, Elric was given his first bit of instruction. He casually walked up onto the patio with Liriel, still taking in what he could before it was time to get down to business. She took the initiative, sitting and telling him to do the same. He complied and followed her instructions faithfully. He sat trying to imitate her as best he could and remained silent as she gave him the rest of his basic instruction. He took to breathing slowly focusing on a simple rhythm. Making sure to remember to go in through the nose out through the mouth. He did this for a few minutes before Liriel did something strange, he could just barely see it, but there were....strings holding up a strap of cloth that was soon wrapped tight around his eyes, blocking his vision from seeing anything else but blackness, after which he was given further details on what he was to be doing. He focused, and he focused and could faintly feel something,but he couldn't tell what. Maybe there was something to this Quincy thing after all. He tried to relax, but the tension of potential failure made it hard even as he did as she asked and imagined himself in a stream of energy, all he could feel was the sensation of tiny specks moving past him,he couldn't exactly see anything in particular. In fact he almost felt like he was being lightly snowed on. He didn't speak all he did was grumble in frustration as it seemed to be beyond him. He focused and he focused. He maintained his breathing and yet was unable to do something that was said to be rudimentary to the Quincy. his breathing became far more labored then he was originally instructed too. The stress of failing on the first time had gotten to him, and he was unable to see that. If he saw anything at all it was faint distorted blurry and and even if that he could barely feel anything aside a smothered sensation. "I...I can't feel much, it's just so, hard when it feels like I'm gonna be smothered by something...." Even after expressing what he had been feeling for the last few minutes Elric continued to try he maintained his breathing to the best of his abilities and just focused his mind on one simple task. Not messing up. |
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| Baal | Jun 24 2014, 06:08 AM Post #7 |
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It wasn't surprising that he was struggling in Liriel's view. His shoulders were incredibly tense, and there were all manner of obvious ticks going on, any one of which might have been enough to divert his attention from the task that she had required. There was also the possibility that being so close to her mansion, which was layered in material designed to scatter energy was also causing a great deal of problems. Where else could they practice that would be better suited? A quick glance around the lagoon told her. There had been a small platform built on the beach for what she assumed were meant to be docks, but Liriel owned that section of land under the original lease from the then-fledgeling city. That said, the concrete structure that was meant to support the docks still existed. "Continue your attempts. I will return in a moment." Standing, she disappeared into the manor and exited again in a few seconds with a few items that might be useful and a large blanket to protect their knees from the harsh surface of the concrete. A heartbeat passed and the ancient Quincy was gone. Several seconds passed, and Liriel returned to the manor, the less than two kilometers covered in very short order by the incredibly swift Quincy. Elric was until then continuing to do as instructed, and Liriel simply gave him a command. "Please stand." Waiting until he obeyed the instruction, Liriel set her hand on his shoulder and both vanished, reappearing less than an instant later on the soft sand. "I believe there might be more luck to be had here. You may remove the blindfold if you wish, but I would prefer it remain." Leading him onto the concrete slab, Liriel guided him back to a place to sit. As he was lead Elric could only feel frustrated with himself. He had not only messed up, but was being given what he felt were handed to him. He'd continue to do as Liriel instructed. He only twitched a bit as her hands guided him to where he was to sit. The concrete was cool, enough so to calm him a little."Alright, I won't take it off, but what exactly makes this place better then the other one?" He did as she had told him before and took several slow breaths and again tried to focus his mind, but again he was distracted by something that seemed odd to him. "Hey...wait a second when did we move to a place that had sand?" Liriel was surprised that he hadn't felt the movement, but she didn't blame him. Few at the beginning level had the sense to even detect a Shinigami Captain or any of those that could hide reiatsu, so she would not hold it against any student that was not accustomed to being exposed to high speed movement. “We moved just now. I suppose it is best you were blindfolded, as my Flying God Step is much more advanced than most.” Even she herself had been at that point once in her life, even if that was so long ago. “I erred in beginning your instruction inside the bounds of the Manor, as it is constructed in material that repels spiritual energy. I did not account for such an abnormality as I should have.” Sitting in front of him, Liriel continued briefly. “This place is well outside the limits of such repulsion. Perhaps you will be able to better sense the energy here.” Liriel could nearly taste the spray of the water as it crashed against the sand on either side of the concrete platform, but she was not willing to disrupt her student's focus further if only to tell them of their changed location. She had, and this would be a beneficial training area as the tide was beginning to recede. “Now, relax. You are having trouble because you are too worried about my judgment. I am not here to judge, only to teach. Let your worries go. Try again.” It took Elric a moment to take some of that in,he was sure this 'Flying God step' was something Quincy could do. He pushed the urge to ask from his mind the sound of the waves helping to provide something to focus on for a sense of rhythm for his breathing. He cleared his mind of distractions, and tried to let go of the worry of failing, Liriel was here to teach not judge, but he already knew that. Maybe he was more afraid of not being special? He imagined the stream, he could faintly see the particles she spoke of, though none of them seemed ready to burn him. They passed and from time to time he'd find some that fit the description of what he was looking for and he'd try to reach for it. A few moments past maybe about ten minutes and he had a few of these particles hanging around him. "This is....kind of difficult....how is this basic?" He only just barely spoke doing his best to maintain a lock on his state of mind as he drew more of the tiny particles in. Liriel was pleased that despite how much she had distracted him, Elric was still learning quickly. His posture was splendid, and his meager reiatsu was beginning to show as particles had begun to gather. That in itself was progress, much more than could be said for the several minutes of nothing that had been seen at the Manor. It was quite remarkable how tiny changes like this were helpful, and Liriel too quite enjoyed it. Seeing someone develop was quite satisfying, but she was always reminded how difficult it had been for her as well. There was no reason that anyone else might find it easier, and she most certainly hadn't. There was a reason that she had trained all day, every single day for the first three years of her life as a Quincy after all. Her grandfather and the man he had seen fit to assign, Gerrard, were both equally helpful. Gerrard meant well, but his lessons weren't truly as instructive as he meant them to be. His demonstrations often left Liriel with too few questions, and that was how her Grandfather had managed to lead her into developing the Heavenly Wild Suit. In an instant, the blindfold she had fastened to his face was removed. “It is time for you to see your progress. Observe as you gather them again.” He had progressed at least equivalently to how she had, there were higher quantities of spiritrons in her beginning environment though. Liriel had intentionally handicapped him while he had the blindfold on, as it was incorporated with a fabric that scattered spiritrons in the area directly around a student. Such things were oftentimes extremely helpful as they forced students to admit within moments that they were not as hopeless as they wished to be. As she said he tried again with the blind fold off, he focused his mind again, taking his breaths in slowly, he for a moment thought he could actually see the particles Liriel had mentioned. He did as he had before and before long he had pulled in a few of these particles. They were clearly visible to him now and with a slightly shaky hand he reached out to touch one, a smile slowly growing on his face all the while. "This is that energy you were talking about? But even if I can pull it in what can I do with it?" The smile on his face clearly shone as the particle started to drift away in sync with his dwindling focus, that he has for the most part forgotten in the awe that came with realizing he could do something a little better then just seeing ghosts. "There has to be more I can do with this right?" His voice was excited and his focus lost and the particles dispersed. Much to his annoyance. "Well I did good right? So what do we do next?" What was to be done next? That was a simple question. It was approximately two hours until midday. Liriel knew that it would take at least three quarters of that time for the next portion of the training. If there was one thing that any combatant needed, it was physical endurance. Pointing back to the manor, which was two kilometers away, and up, Liriel issued a single, very simple statement. "This will be the training area every single day until you learn to master the Flying God Step. Once you do, the training area will move elsewhere. The path leading back to the manor is five and a half kilometers. We will now run that without any spiritual assistance." No delay was given, nor was any further instruction, as Liriel's sandaled feet kicked up the sand and she led the child up to the manor. Liriel's pace was brutal, but physically possible for him. There was no intent to destroy her student, but she did wish to return before the noon-time, since that would be when she typically prepared her mid-day meal. Extending her senses back, she tried to pick out her student, nodding as she ran. |
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| Koko | Jun 24 2014, 07:32 AM Post #8 |
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He didn't have time to ask any questions as his instructor began to run back towards the manor. She was fast, faster then him by a solid margin. But he wasn't going to let her show him up, not by a long shot. The run was at the outset was pleasant he took his time and kept pace with Liriel for a while, he wasn't moving too much faster then her but it took some effort to keep pace her pace. He thought to apply some of what he learned while looking for those particles,and he started to breath in through the nose out through the mouth. The breathing helped him keep his pace, and helped stave off some of the occasional pangs of pain he felt in his chest from time to time. Though as the run got to drag on what kept him going was something, even he wasn't exactly expecting to see. The light flush in his cheeks should be more then enough of an indicator that he was enjoying watching Liriel's ass in motion. Probably even more then the thought of further training, she was certainly worthy of being treated like a gift from the heavens. With his current motivator locked in his view, he kept chugging along, the pain in his lungs only barely bothering him. He was really too out of shape for this kind of thing. But he'd press on if only for a chance to keep the glorious view withing reach. Edited by Koko, Jun 24 2014, 07:46 AM.
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| Baal | Jun 24 2014, 09:00 PM Post #9 |
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It had been a long time since Liriel had even been able to run, cooped up in that prison for as long as she had been. The only exercise that had been available was for her heart and lungs when her dear captors had decided to visit, and as a result, her body had been essentially ruined. Of course the Halo had restored a majority of it, but she was still below her prime condition, since she normally should have been running three times the current pace. Sighing, she knew that it was the scarring. There was so much scarring on her body, especially around her hips, that it barely made a hint of a difference whether she was running or walking, everything she had was slowed. That was the truth of the situation, but only herself and at most, two others knew. No one else had seen her body, so it was naturally difficult to explain, much less to empathize with. Yet she pushed herself further, her body not even remotely protesting the speed that she was running. The only thing that prevented her from running at a full pace was the scarring reaching into the muscle tissues itself. She had been able to heal most of the deep injuries, but all of the surface scars were still exactly the same as they had been that day she had walked out of the prison nine months earlier. A cough drew her attention as Liriel knew that she was beginning to try her body, but unlike before, there was no blood in the cough. Disregarding it for now then, she pushed a little harder, her lithe legs easily propelling her up to the limits of human endurance. Now they had reached the path up the slope to the manor. Liriel instead decided to ignore the path and headed straight for the rock face. The twenty meter climb would be trivial, after all, so despite how sheer the face was, she set her hands in a crevasse and started climbing. Hand over hand until the rock lip was too narrow to support her fingers, and then into the ledges that time and sea breeze had carved out. When she summited the short climb, her pace went to exactly the same as it had been, and within fifteen minutes, she was inside the manor. A thin film of sweat covered her, but a towel cleaned the glistening liquid off her, and Liriel headed into the kitchen. By the time Elric arrived, a table outside was fully set, and a plate of assorted meat and veggies was laid out, giving Liriel the ideal midday meal. As she greeted him, she finished dusting the plates with the proper seasoning and only gestured for him to sit down. "I am glad that you were able to keep the pace I set. Every time we adjourn to the training ground, that will be the pace we run, until you can use the Flying God Step. Then the pace will increase daily until I am satisfied." Waiting until Elric had a moment to catch his breath, Liriel offered him water to cool himself down with, and a handkerchief covered in a microban to kill the bacteria on his hands. "How much do you know of the spiritual world?" A simple question preceded Liriel beginning to eat in the regal and dignified fashion she always had, as she had apparently decided that it was time to acquaint the new student with the past. |
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| Koko | Jun 24 2014, 11:43 PM Post #10 |
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He had arrived a bit later then her, all things considered this was fine. Liriel did decide to pick up her pace far out stripping Elric, who despite his best efforts could only barely keep up without turning into something a kin to an wheezing idiot. His troubles did not end there, Liriel took it upon herself to quit running, and instead climb up the rock face adjacent to the path that would easily lead to manor. A choice he was fine with training was to get stronger and this would help. He followed her lead and with several strained breaths began his accent. He climbed and despite his body wanting to give out on him he pushed just a bit harder if he didn't he'd lose sight of his motivation and that would be only too demoralizing. He flung himself over the edge of rock face, breath still heavy and his body feeling about as solid and heavy as iron, he dragged along in what was now a slow jog more then a run but he pushed on anyway. He made it to the manor, tired, hurting, and almost drenched in sweat, but he made it. Liriel had had plenty of time it seems to both cook and clean herself up a bit. He was greeted by her soothing voice, if only words could numb some of his pain, but he did as she told and took a seat. Liriel also handed him a handkerchief and some water, the water vanished almost instantly and the handkerchief was used to clean off his hand, which to his surprise had numerous small cuts, more then likely gained while he tried to scale that cliff. "Y-yea...that's rough, but everyday? I guess... and about the spirit world, can't say I know anything except there are ghosts walking around and if you're unlucky one of those big masked fuckers will find you." His breathing was still slightly labored but he answered her question and took his reward in the form of some of the food that had been made. Edited by Koko, Jun 25 2014, 12:00 AM.
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