River

The Exterior Areas of the Training Center

River

Caesar Drake
Hotel
Joined: Oct 13 2011, 12:39 AM

Jul 23 2014, 05:06 PM #1



RIVER

The River runs through part of the thousands of acres. It is clean, fresh water and frequently, in certain parts, small fish can be taken from it.
"In game terms, reality is broken." - Patrick Kapera, Crafty Games, creator of Spycraft, FantasyCraft and the MasterCraft game system

War is changing. Killing, however, is constant.
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Hyun Dong
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Joined: Oct 19 2014, 02:23 AM

Oct 26 2014, 05:45 AM #2

Hyun looked up at the sun and smiled, wearing little more than a baggy pair of sweats and an undershirt. Over one shoulder was looped a surprisingly large coil of hemp rope. The hand attached to that shoulder was carrying a pair of MMA style finger gloves with hand wraps stuffed inside. The other hand was holding a lunch box with a canteen attached on the outside, clanking against it with each step he took. He resisted the urge to drink all of it and drink out of the river, simply because he heard it may not be a good idea from one of the staff.

The uncut grass had grown to wild lengths, and scratched against his sweatpants. Thankfully, because of the thickness of the material it only left him a little itchy, though slightly annoyed at the seeds sticking to them. Looking around as he walked closer to the water for respite, he dodged a cloud of mayflies and spotted the perfect little boulder for him to have his lunch. High enough to be out of reach from the bugs, but easy enough to climb without hands. Jogging until he got close, he kicked off a smaller rock and landed with a soft tap on his toes, then sat down and started meditating to calm himself down, the first chance he'd actually been able to do so in total silence since coming to the USA.
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Laine Price
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Joined: Jul 20 2014, 02:19 PM

Oct 26 2014, 07:48 PM #3

Laine had taken the chance of the beautiful, warm day to practice some aerial maneuvers. Her crossbows strapped to her thighs, the winged woman flew through the air at a steady 30 miles per hour. Her braided hair occasionally whipped at her face as she turned. It was just something she was used to by now. Her nimble frame flipped through the air before her wings stopped all together. Sucking in her breath, the woman began to fall towards the ground.
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Hyun Dong
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Oct 26 2014, 09:23 PM #4

Hyun was relaxing as he sunned himself on the rock, his mind starting to drift into sleep while he was supposed to be meditating. It was just so... peaceful. He furrowed his brow though, when he heard a fluttering sound. It was far too large to be a butterfly, and opening his eyes, he looked around to see if there was any sort of moth. Finding none, he looked up and saw the girl, not much older than him falling. Leaving the rope and lunchbox on the rock, he jumped up from his cross legged position and sprinted toward her landing point, kicking off the rock for a boost of speed before tucking and rolling into a dead sprint. At max speed he'd clocked himself at just over 40 km/h, but was never able to maintain that speed for more than half a minute. Hopefully it would be enough as he crashed through the grass toward her, thinking only of catching her before her impact.
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Laine Price
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Joined: Jul 20 2014, 02:19 PM

Oct 29 2014, 08:56 PM #5

Laine loved the feeling of her small body falling through the air. Her eyes opened though. She was shocked to see someone running towards her. Laine couldn't help but to smile. Her orange and gold wings opened and fluttered quickly. She came to a stop fifteen feet from the ground, her hair whipping around her face as she did so. A breeze caught her giggle as her grey eyes looked at the Asian male running towards her.
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Hyun Dong
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Oct 29 2014, 11:22 PM #6

Hyun faltered momentarily as he watched the falling girl whip out a giant pair of butterfly wings and right herself about 13 feet above the ground. He stumbled, but caught himself, thankfully without injury. He didn't want to explain what was so special about him just yet, but his head did disappear below the tall grass as he scrabbled along his hands and knees for footing. His palms were a little scratched up, but he ignored them, knowing they'd heal in minutes. Because most of his momentum went into falling and stumbling, he popped back up into a jog as he approached her. The need for urgency, now obviously imagined, was over, and he could start to catch his breath. He'd really let himself get out of shape if sprinting for about 30 seconds was enough to make his pulse rise like this.

He made his way toward the *flying* woman, correcting his thought inside his own mind, and waved, trying to be a little bit friendly, but his body was just starting to sweat. His muscles were burning from the lack of oxygen, but he still felt fresh, the burning going away in seconds. Perhaps this ability wasn't so bad if it let him recover from fatigue that quickly. Controlling his breathing as he slowly approached her, he didn't say a word beyond waving, not wanting to embarrass himself for having bad English. Still, he felt compelled to say something, so pointing up to the point where he first saw her falling from, he said "That... That was crazy." Simple, to the point, and still his thick accent twisted his words. His face was flushed now, but from exhaustion or embarrassment, at least it was hard to tell... he hoped.
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Joined: May 26 2015, 04:21 AM

Aug 13 2015, 02:42 AM #7

Nestor taught him to use the water as a magnification device to fine-tune the skills. He sat at the banks of the river, the smoothed stones gripping small edges of his Uniform as he gently placed his hands in the river. Now, on his hands and knees, he leaned his head down to the surface of the water, allowing its cool touch to grace his forehead, and he closed his eyes.

"Okay...Here goes nothing."

There was a moment of silence as he took a deep breath and slowly began to meditate. His skin turned a little red from his personal exertion as he exhaled sharply. He felt a sensation like his skin was opening up at his fingertips to allow the water in, but just as soon as he felt this, he inhaled slowly, the sensation fleeting away. Along the surface of the water, a small peak began to blossom from the center of the river.

The blossom grew in height, peaking off into a conical structure, before it was stretched out before Griffin like an old map. The soldier exhaled sharply, the map-like formation of the water being snapped out further along the banks of the river.

Griffin was sweating bullets, his vision began to dim as he then balled his fists, the water now reflecting this physical motion. He stood up, now removing his hands from the water, the fluid now dispersing among the banks of the river and the river itself. The ground in front of Griffin gave way, as if a large blade cut its way through. Griffin shook with physical duress, as he then let go, opened his eyes, and fell backwards, as if snapping out of a trance. As he lay there, he rolled onto his side, holding his stomach and chest. The physical exertion of using his still-new power caused him to only be able to utilize it at will once without ripping the fabric of his mind asunder.

"Damnit....I'm never going to get better." He said, frustrated as he undid the velcro to his gloves and pulled them off, throwing them to his front between his legs as he sat up.

He took a moment to study the river. He had taken a chance coming out here at dusk to use his power. He knew it would take awhile to get to a point where his manifestations would be strong enough to be put to good use. His Pineal gland; the purported source of psionic power, was like a muscle. If he didn't work it out, it wouldn't get stronger.
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