Post by Hydeja Ymeah on Oct 19, 2009 10:24:08 GMT -5
[OOC: Talk, fight, it doesn't matter to me o3o]
Mushroom Rock was the odd sort of place you'd find an odd sort of man. As the rain beat away at the rocks, the area was generally quiet since no one was out, even travelers did not walk to roads as thunder and lightning crackled and boomed in the sky. Fiends walked freely in this weather, too murderous and mad to care for the weather. They waited, watched, and were always ready to pounce on unsuspecting travelers who did not heed the advice of their peers and traveled this road alone.
Yet something mysterious was happening lately. Mushroom Rock was no stranger to prowling fiends and rainy days, but it was to dead bodies. Or rather, piles of dead bodies. The beach, where a valiant slaughter had happened only a small time ago was becoming witness to yet more slaughter and bloodshed. It was a gathering place for fiends, occasionally a foolish treasure hunter's corpse would end up on it, rotted by the rain and muddy sand, but lately... fiends had been appearing. They were all fading into pyreflies slowly, leaking spirit from violent wounds all over their bodies.
Bones, snapped.
Limbs, ripped out of sockets.
Heads crushed, chests ripped open.
Even wide holes that had no evidence where the weapon entered or left.
But most of all... force. Destruction. It didn't seem so odd at first, Operation Mi'hen had left plenty of craters from Sin blasting at the beach with no mercy whatsoever. Yet when they looked closer, they noticed a strange... 'print' inside some of the craters. Like four rounded lines, all right next to each other.
THWOOM.
Went the ground, shuddering under the force. That familiar print marked the ground again, followed by the sickening cracks of breaking ribs, and the gut-wrenching sound of a squelching heart. There was no scream of death, no cry of effort. Merely the rain and the thunder. Hyde looked down at the fallen Varuna, noting that it's death had been instant. Even a devilish monster needed a heart to pump whatever ungodly blood it had. The monsters here weren't that hard, it was the whole act Hyde had to put up to train in peace. He had found a long time ago that whenever he trained, the quakes and sound that resulted tended to scare off people or cause them to hunt him, believing him to be a human form fiend. So he came here, hoping Mushroom Rock was clear of enough human life, but found that with the Non Serviam and Yevon outposts all along the cliffs he had not a single area to himself. So he got the idea to train in the rain. It came frequently enough, and it always came with thunder and lightning thanks to the large electrical charge Djose Temple gave off, so he would time his strikes and hide the sound behind the thunder, making people believe that it was merely the sky warring with the earth.
He pulled his fist out, the thick rain washing away the liquid violence within moments and grabbed the fading corpse by the leg. With a small heave, he threw it onto the pile he had put up on the beach and went back to the cliff he had staked out, silently and quickly. It was an old vantage point used by a now dead lookout during Mi'hen and it had a very nice view. From here he stood on the border between land and sea, looking out at the crashing waves and feeling the breeze from the rocks behind him. He wore only his black pants, training was always done this way, lacking a shirt, shoes, taking only his glasses with him. It was sort of scary, seeing how muscular he was. The human body held two main kinds of muscle: Red and white. Red had great strength, but could never be used for long. White had little strength, but could be used indefinitely. As Hyde flexed his muscles, taking a stance it was strange how he could make his movements so smooth, yet so powerful.
This was because there was a 3rd muscle group. Pink muscle. It held the strengths of red and white, with none of their weaknesses. The human body held only a minute amount of pink muscle, maybe one or two percent at most. Hyde had been able to achieve one hundred percent, via hellish training and sheer willpower. As he practiced his forms, silently meditating in motion and becoming one with heaven and earth, he thought back to his predicament.
"So many... garbled memories. So many emotions I half-remember."
He pondered quietly, the thunder booming and Hyde expressing his power by taking a wide stance and stomping the ground. His power went into the earth and spread. It was a warning to fiends, as Hyde disliked them interrupting his meditation.
"It is strange, the power, yet feebleness of humanity. We can alter the destinies of others, yet paradoxically remain slaves to our own."
He thought, punching forward and sending whatever water was on him flying.
"Yet I feel... incomplete. I feel a long time ago, I had a story. I was a hero... yet... who did I save? Who was my heroine?"
He asked himself, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
"My story is over... yet I feel like someone is writing the sequel."
Thunder once again, and Hyde struck the ground, exchanging blows with the earth. He stood there, kneeling and feeling only slightly at peace. Meditation had it's limits after all. Yet it helped at the very least, and he stood up straight, looking out at the sea and sky with but a small smile. He found it rather funny, as he made two straight palms. His left palm downwards, pointing to the earth, and his right upwards towards heavens. Slowly he breathed out, drawing his strength back to himself. He was a man, standing at the edge of heaven and earth, bringing them into complete harmony inside himself as he rotated his palms clockwise in synchrony.
Yet he knew absolutely nothing.
Mushroom Rock was the odd sort of place you'd find an odd sort of man. As the rain beat away at the rocks, the area was generally quiet since no one was out, even travelers did not walk to roads as thunder and lightning crackled and boomed in the sky. Fiends walked freely in this weather, too murderous and mad to care for the weather. They waited, watched, and were always ready to pounce on unsuspecting travelers who did not heed the advice of their peers and traveled this road alone.
Yet something mysterious was happening lately. Mushroom Rock was no stranger to prowling fiends and rainy days, but it was to dead bodies. Or rather, piles of dead bodies. The beach, where a valiant slaughter had happened only a small time ago was becoming witness to yet more slaughter and bloodshed. It was a gathering place for fiends, occasionally a foolish treasure hunter's corpse would end up on it, rotted by the rain and muddy sand, but lately... fiends had been appearing. They were all fading into pyreflies slowly, leaking spirit from violent wounds all over their bodies.
Bones, snapped.
Limbs, ripped out of sockets.
Heads crushed, chests ripped open.
Even wide holes that had no evidence where the weapon entered or left.
But most of all... force. Destruction. It didn't seem so odd at first, Operation Mi'hen had left plenty of craters from Sin blasting at the beach with no mercy whatsoever. Yet when they looked closer, they noticed a strange... 'print' inside some of the craters. Like four rounded lines, all right next to each other.
THWOOM.
Went the ground, shuddering under the force. That familiar print marked the ground again, followed by the sickening cracks of breaking ribs, and the gut-wrenching sound of a squelching heart. There was no scream of death, no cry of effort. Merely the rain and the thunder. Hyde looked down at the fallen Varuna, noting that it's death had been instant. Even a devilish monster needed a heart to pump whatever ungodly blood it had. The monsters here weren't that hard, it was the whole act Hyde had to put up to train in peace. He had found a long time ago that whenever he trained, the quakes and sound that resulted tended to scare off people or cause them to hunt him, believing him to be a human form fiend. So he came here, hoping Mushroom Rock was clear of enough human life, but found that with the Non Serviam and Yevon outposts all along the cliffs he had not a single area to himself. So he got the idea to train in the rain. It came frequently enough, and it always came with thunder and lightning thanks to the large electrical charge Djose Temple gave off, so he would time his strikes and hide the sound behind the thunder, making people believe that it was merely the sky warring with the earth.
He pulled his fist out, the thick rain washing away the liquid violence within moments and grabbed the fading corpse by the leg. With a small heave, he threw it onto the pile he had put up on the beach and went back to the cliff he had staked out, silently and quickly. It was an old vantage point used by a now dead lookout during Mi'hen and it had a very nice view. From here he stood on the border between land and sea, looking out at the crashing waves and feeling the breeze from the rocks behind him. He wore only his black pants, training was always done this way, lacking a shirt, shoes, taking only his glasses with him. It was sort of scary, seeing how muscular he was. The human body held two main kinds of muscle: Red and white. Red had great strength, but could never be used for long. White had little strength, but could be used indefinitely. As Hyde flexed his muscles, taking a stance it was strange how he could make his movements so smooth, yet so powerful.
This was because there was a 3rd muscle group. Pink muscle. It held the strengths of red and white, with none of their weaknesses. The human body held only a minute amount of pink muscle, maybe one or two percent at most. Hyde had been able to achieve one hundred percent, via hellish training and sheer willpower. As he practiced his forms, silently meditating in motion and becoming one with heaven and earth, he thought back to his predicament.
"So many... garbled memories. So many emotions I half-remember."
He pondered quietly, the thunder booming and Hyde expressing his power by taking a wide stance and stomping the ground. His power went into the earth and spread. It was a warning to fiends, as Hyde disliked them interrupting his meditation.
"It is strange, the power, yet feebleness of humanity. We can alter the destinies of others, yet paradoxically remain slaves to our own."
He thought, punching forward and sending whatever water was on him flying.
"Yet I feel... incomplete. I feel a long time ago, I had a story. I was a hero... yet... who did I save? Who was my heroine?"
He asked himself, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
"My story is over... yet I feel like someone is writing the sequel."
Thunder once again, and Hyde struck the ground, exchanging blows with the earth. He stood there, kneeling and feeling only slightly at peace. Meditation had it's limits after all. Yet it helped at the very least, and he stood up straight, looking out at the sea and sky with but a small smile. He found it rather funny, as he made two straight palms. His left palm downwards, pointing to the earth, and his right upwards towards heavens. Slowly he breathed out, drawing his strength back to himself. He was a man, standing at the edge of heaven and earth, bringing them into complete harmony inside himself as he rotated his palms clockwise in synchrony.
Yet he knew absolutely nothing.
