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Post by Nashi on Jan 24, 2019 0:39:24 GMT -6
The Tower of the Senbyō, being a sacred location, was sort of hard to get to, being in the middle of the Sacred Land of the Senbyō™ and with the closest point of civilisation being the Karinga Village. If that was too out of the way for you, the next closest point of civilisation was Yahhoy City, a— oh, no, this map is outdated. Yahhoy was long-abandoned.
Anyway. Point being, it was really out of the way, but just because it was in the middle of nowhere didn’t mean it was unfindable. Indeed, for whatever pseudo-magical reason, people happened to ‘just stumble upon’ it and the so-far-away-it’s-invisible Lookout when flying about, which should only really be possible if fate had a bad sense of humour. But, more than that, the Tower had an address. Certainly better than giving coordinates.
And why, you belatedly ask, did any of that matter? Well, why give an address or coordinates if not to give someone a way to find out where that thing is! The point of that being…
Well, nestled in at the end of the newspaper, purchased for a surprisingly affordable amount of zeni, was a small advertisement.
Yes, that was the Tower's— and hence the Lookout's— address.
So, Nashi was in want of a student. Or, students. It was sort of his duty as God of Martial Arts to help train up the warriors of the planet; unfortunately, he didn’t know of any martial arts hermits to train, potential or actual, so miscellaneous warriors would have to do until he either found a better way to do this or got bored of it. As the advertisement implied, he wouldn’t accept just any rubble, but those who have already demonstrated their potential by climbing up the Tower… the Tower, measuring dozens of kilometres in height, and with no safety harness.
If one were to try to scale it at the speed the average human would, but constantly and unchangingly, they might reach to the top before 24 hours had elapsed if they were especially lucky. If they had a lot of ki control to them and could continually throw themselves up the Tower, then perhaps they could make it in a few hours.
Nashi would just have to wait and see.
PL: 210,000
And remember: no flying!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2019 1:27:56 GMT -6
 Kyabe time! Kyabe repeated. A piece of paper held in his hand, fingers clutched around the flyer as if it owed him money. The teenagers' interest was piked and for good reason. Apparently, this..Nashi, Senbyo Nashi, was issuing a challenge to whoever was man enough to take it. Scale his tower, and earn the privilege of learning martial arts beneath his wing and add his tutelage to your repertoire. Just the details of the challenge alone got Kyabe excited. All you had to do was climb a tower and that was it? Easy peasy, it was like this Senbyo Nashi guy was just offering to anyone with half a brain and two thumbs! The youngster's tail twitched and waved in joy, he had to get in on this! But, first things first; He had to tell mom and pop he'd probably be late today. Even with the confidence, the boy was displaying, even he knew that this had to have some sort of catch to it. It had to be time-consuming, at the very least, to locate the address provided. Reaching into his pocket with his free hand, Kyabe pulled his phone out and quickly dialed up his home number. The phone buzzing for a second before a confirming *click!* sounded off. "Hello? Kya?""Oi, mama! I found this flyer in the city, an', well, some Martial Arts master is offerin' classes if you climb a tower in the West. Uh, is it okay if I check it out? My phones on, an' I brought a charger and everything..!""Hnn..sure, Kya. Just check in, okay? Your dad and I will be by the phone if anything. I mean it, though! Check. In!" His mother repeated her tone stern but caring. Of course, Kyabe found himself chuckling a little and slouched forward some as he listened to his mother's threat. "Okay, okay! I will, mama. Hmm..great! Talk to ya later, then? Love ya!" And with that, the boy hung up and shoved his phone right back into his pocket. Turning his head for the Western Lands. Confidence brimmed from the boy's pours at this point, the flyer shoved right into his pocket as he took off for the village awaiting his arrival!
Moments later...
"This has to be it..the tower!" Kyabe called out, coming to a halt after a long, long session of sprinting and periodic hitch-hikes. Yes, indeed, he had finally come to the location printed on the ad. It took a while, especially considering the fact that he had found Mister Nashi's ad during the early, to mid day and now it was around the time that the sun would begin to yawn and set upon the Earth it orbited. But, even then, with that knowledge in mind, Kyabe wasn't even so much as deterred int he slightest. In fact, it only fueled him. This much puzzle solving and exploration had to mean something fantastic was in store for the boy. And he was more than intent on reaping the rewards that this quest was apparently sowing before him. The tower itself did seem more than ominous though. Just the sheer size of the thing left Kyabe in awe. "..Absolute unit, man..." He mouthed. He focused swiftly though. His heart was burning for this and he was going to make it hapen. Furrowing his brow and smashing his knuckle into his palm, he prepared himself right there and then! Taking a few steps forward, he jumped onto the base of the tower and held onto it with a grip that rivaled even the strongest of the strong who attended Orange Star High! Then and there, Kyabe began his quest! Scaling the tower and gripping onto it, climbing like a mnkey until he reached his destination. He was determined, darn it! "I've gotta do this! Whoever this Nashi guy is, he's gonna teach me somethin'! There's no way in heck that this is gonna be a wasted trip, or else my name isnt Watanabe Kyabe!"
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Post by Nashi on Jan 24, 2019 22:03:15 GMT -6
For a few hours, Nashi chipped away at his missions in Turbo FighterZ. Pretty soon, he reckoned, he’d 100% the game, at which point he’d feel confident about trying to go to a tournament and playing competitively— but if he ever got that far, it was almost sure that he’d be beaten in the very first round. After a few more hours, he had managed to defeat every character’s solo mode on the hardest difficulty. There, he thought, done! But he’d already been awake for fifty consecutive hours, which the feline quarter of his psyche was especially upset about. He smiled, contentedly, and began to wonder while staring at his roof. Very slowly, the console and screen still on, he’d fall into a deep sleep. Or, as deep a sleep as Nashi could get. Could either continue immediately with Kyabe having finished the climb, or wait for a second person to join. I don't mind. If there's a second who posts before my next post, it might be cool to do a few rounds of the two potential students trying to race to the top of the Tower for which time I'll drop out of the post order until you reach the top. Up to you and a potential third thread-member. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2019 9:34:39 GMT -6
Kyabe's hands were burning at this point. Sweat, beading the youngster's brow and face from sheer willpower and strength being exerted of himself. Kami only knew how many times he had advanced up this forsaken tower, only to temporarily lose grip and slide down a few meters every now and then again. But, his hard work, patience, and refusal to give in was beginning to pay off, he was sure of it! Kyabe's eyes had been shut for a good amount of time, as he noticed the wind pick up a while back, and as a result, it had bothered his eyes a bit. That, and the idea that if you close your eyes while doing something, it made whatever you were doing go a heck of a lot faster. Though, that was more childish, wishful thinking on his part. Still though! He did crack open one eye and noticed something above his head, a rare sight for an instance like this where everything was now literally beneath him rather than above. Above him seemed to be a hub of some kind, perhaps it was the top of the tower?! The end of the race was just in eyes sight! Motivation coursed throughout the boy's body and pushed him further. Kyabe shuffling upwards faster and faster. Until he did exactly as he intended, and reached the top of the tower. His hand gripping the edge of the "Lookout", he flipped himself over....and onto his back. A heavy thud sound made as he began catching his bread. Exhaustion prevalent in all of his muscles, and his eyes weary as can be. "I did it.." He sighed, lifting his hand and giving a thumbs up to no one in particular. Now, it was time for that Senbyo Nashi guy's turn. "I'm HEEEEEERE!" Kyabe bellowed out, his chest expanding some as he forced himself to be a wee bit louder than usual. He earned his due, baby! Now, it was showtime!
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Post by Nashi on Jan 25, 2019 21:36:57 GMT -6
Nashi rested in his little couch thing, gently nestled upon the arm rest his left arm being used as a pillow. He held his hand out like a cat would its paw, and unconsciously made some sounds you might have otherwise expected from a mewling kitten.
”Hmm?” Nashi groaned out of a forgettable dream and opened one eye. He had been stirred by a sound: up this high, he didn’t get much in the way of sounds except for people flying or climbing up, which usually ended up being Nashi’s good pal Cobalt. Moving his frame up a bit to see the entrance of his Abode past the chair’s other arm, he saw coming up the stairs…
Some kid? No, no, dismissing him as just ‘some kid’ wouldn’t do. Whoever this was, he must have seen the newspaper advertisement and climbed up the Tower! Well, as far as Nashi knew, he climbed, but he liked to assume the best in people who weren’t blatantly evil. He was pretty loud too, which was a good sign.
Nashi hurriedly got himself sorted and stood straight; difficult, given his sleeping posture and that he wasn’t conscious five seconds prior. He tried to look all proper and wise, but that wasn’t especially possible given the empty cup of instant noodles by his feet and the still-running game of Turbo FighterZ in front of him. ”Howdy! I’m Senbyō Nashi. Did you— er, have you climbed up here to train under me?”
Nashi had crossed fingers behind his back.
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Post by Ryu on Jan 26, 2019 12:40:08 GMT -6
Left. Right. Left Right. Left. Right.
Logan's focused was honed in on the task at hand, gloves fists flying in so rapid a succession that some may find it even difficult to track them. The extra heavy-weighted punching bag, in return, was continuously stuck at a strange angle, prevented from falling by the barrage of attacks being launched upon it. The chain suspending it rattled vigorously, clinking against the connectors, ceiling suspender pulling down loose particles and flakes of paint and other miscellaneous dust. He grimaced, rearing back an arm and letting the bag settle, suddenly shooting forward for a last massive punch which summarily bent and snapped the restraints, sending the thick cylinder flying across the room and crashing into a pile of rubber mats in the far corner. Logan grunted, lowering his hands and rolling his shoulders. nodding in satisfaction at the work he had done. A few weeks ago and he wouldn't have to be able to keep up such a pace, let alone break the bag off its' hinges. Little by little, he was growing. He sniffed, running a hand across his nose and scooping up a water bottle, liberally squeezing it to allow a cool stream of liquid to flow into his waiting mouth.
"Yo, Logan." A voice called up, the man looking up to see Mac jogging over. "I picked up the mail, most of it junk, but ay - I think I found something that'd interest you."
"For real?" he replied, walking over and taking a colorful piece of paper, flipping it right-side up and combing over it. Oh? Some guy claiming to be the best... god of martial arts was offering lessons to worthy people. Something about climbing a tower - easy enough. Not like he could fly anyway. "Doesn't mention Ki, but still a good find. Cheers mate." Logan stated appreciatively, folding the flyer on sticking it in his pocket. "Know where I left my motorcycle keys at?"
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The Timeless Lookout was a bit of a hike from Central City - due west for quite a large sum of miles. He had left nearly as soon upon getting the flyer, and so hopefully wouldn't be too late to apply for a student position. Ramping over a hill, a cloud-piercing spire came into view - presumably the so-called Senbyo Tower. He leaned back sideways, low to the ground and turning the vehicle as it skidded to a halt, Logan sticking his leg out to maintain balance as he glanced at the base of the mythical structure. He slung off his helmet with one hand, brows furrowed in concentration. The only problem would be if he fell, given he couldn't exactly just fly to safety. The whole climbing the tower part would be easy-peasy, it'd be like a max routine workout for him! Hm? As he glanced up... there seemed to be someone already almost all the way up! Drats! At this rate, he'd be left behind in the dust. Flipping out his kickstand and tossing his helmet onto one of the handlebars, Logan sprinted to the base - hands chalked and ready for climbing as he took a deep breath.
He jumped a good few feet, arm snaking out and latching onto one of the smooth ring patterns that trailed up the entire tower pole. It was slippery and not a very good handhold, but it was all he had. He grimaced, muscles straining as he rapidly ascended, swarming up the tower like a spider. He started to feel the burn halfway through at the speed he was going at, however, and so he grit his teeth, pausing for a moment. He couldn't fail at such an easy task! "RRRAAAA!" a scream tore from his throat, body rejuvenated as the pain was blocked and he once more set off on his breakneck pace!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2019 13:19:27 GMT -6
Kyabe's eyes looked over the once slump Guardian of the Tower. While he was expecting an older, possibly more wiser and ancient guardian, this wasn't bad neither. Who knows, maybe this guy knew enough to rival even the oldest of Muten and other aged sensei. Regardless, he was gonna get his times worth. Kyabe couldn't help but notice the video games in the background, despite his best efforts to ignore them. Blinking, Kyabe scratched his cheek idlely. Nodding, however, once Nashi asked him the golden question at last! "Oh, yeah! You better believe I am," He began. Putting on a confideng smirk and all, he shot out a thumbs up. "I saw the ad, and figured passing up an opportunity was something only a fool would do to himself! So, I..." Kyabe paused and huffed a mighty heave of air. "..Climbed your tower to take up the tutilage." He finished, still somewhat winded from the mission up. Once he completed his thought, however, Kyabe turned his slowly dropping thumbs up hand into one in which he was pointing with his now extended index finger. More specifically, pointing to the illuminated television displaying Turbo FighterZ. "Ah, I see you're a man of culture, as well," He remarked playfully. It only took him a second to remember: He had to introduce himself! Duh! Smacking himself on his forehead, the youth bowed courteously and tipped his head down. "Gomen! My name's Watanabe Kyabe! But, my friends call me Ky, or just Kyabe. I'm a kid from Satan City, and I have a cool tail!" His introduction was...odd, but he figured if he was gonna be spending time with this Senbyo, he may as well have had given him a decent rundown of his character. Right? "Ah...did you hear that?" Kyabe asked. "It sounds like someone...screaming?"
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Post by Nashi on Jan 26, 2019 19:21:29 GMT -6
This kid, with his white skin, black hair, brown eyes, average height and general lack of any notable features, was so default that he might have even been the protagonist of something.
Neato.” Nashi couldn’t sense energy, but he could only assume this guy wasn’t all that much in power. And yet, to have climbed (clamb?) all the way up the Tower was a feat in and of itself. Even Nashi, with all his power, catness and experience doing so, still needed a good five minutes to climb up or down, which is why he usually just jumped the whole way. Perhaps it wasn’t an especially fair comparison, his speed, given that his ‘climb’ was basically just four-legged running the whole way up. ”Well congratulations, you just climbed… not sure, but it’s at least twenty kilometres.”
And he liked Turbo FighterZ! This was great. Maybe, after practising, they could practice on something that really mattered. Like frame-perfect air-dodging. ”Well yes, actually recently I’ve 100%’d the— I MEAN hi Wannabe Carb, hek I mean—” He cleared his throat. ”Hi, Watanabe Kyabe! My Name is Nashi! My friends call me Nashi! I’m part cat, and also have two cool tails!” It was true: two blue tails, right there. Perhaps, in 130kPL time, he’d have a third.
There was the sound of screaming. Nashi had sure that it wasn’t a part of his mind being angry at something. He moved over to the edge and looked down. ”Oh, and would you look at that? This guy must have been right behind you the entire time! Or, maybe just a bit faster.”
He’d wait until the guy was a bit closer to the top before holding out his hand for Logan to jump up to. If he did, Nashi would pull Logan up to even ground, where the threat of falling was greatly diminished. ”Hey. I’m Nashi. I assume you’re here ‘cos of the newspaper ad, right? For training?”
Cool, two students! Now all I need to decide what their training is. Somehow he hadn’t thought of that bit before.
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Eureka! That’s precisely it!
”But first, after all that climbing, I’m sure you’re both so tired, and both so thirsty.” He turned back and walked, his hands behind his back and a smile across his face. Taking out the Power Pole, he extended it to through his kettle’s handle and lifted it up, before detracting the Power Pole and hence bringing the kettle on it closer. Inside the kettle was a good amount of room-temperature water that could be heard sloshing around with Nashi’s slight movements. ”Here, have some water!”
He’d move the Power Pole (which of course still had the kettle at its end) tantalisingly close to them, but would then move it out of the way if either of them tried to move towards it.
”Your first lesson: is it one of speed, or of patience? Get the kettle...”
Gee, this is gonna be fun. He wasn’t entirely helpful if this training would even be helpful, but this was good until he thought of something better. He didn’t really expect either of them to get the kettle, but he could prolly spin it all out as some manner of lesson in thinking outside the box, or patience, or something.
”... Go."
Oh, and then he could tell them it was ultra divine water in the kettle! Oh, Nashi, you absolute genius. He remembered doing that little deception on Anon and Cobalt. The premise was simple: get normal water, tell them it’s magic water, and when they feel replenished when they drink it (due to the exhaustion of the climb) you can tell them it was because of the magic. And, if they got stronger due to the continual exertion of climbing? Then that was magic too.
[SU1] Afterimage prepared to protecc the kettle
get rekt
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Post by Ryu on Jan 27, 2019 18:01:37 GMT -6
He was almost at the top! Logan grinned, sweat rolling off his forehead as he drew near, only to see a blue-haired head peek out over the top. It murmured some words before sticking out a hand, which Logan grabbed. It wasn't like they could just yank him up and- OH MY GOD! He felt a bit weightless for a second as the person effortlessly pulled him up the rest of the gap, Logan finding his footing next to a shorter boy and wiping his brow. Well, that was a trip. He paused to catch his breath. He nodded when Nashi - that's who he assumed was the cat guy - asked if he found the flyer. Then, he took out a magic stick and grabbed a teapot. Well, alright. It was full of water! Great! Logan stood up and reached for the pot - only to have it suddenly vanish in a blink of an eye. Wha...?
He turned his head, Nashi and the pot now in a completely different spot. He blinked, looking back at the other candidate before straightening up, palms outstretched and clasped together near his mouth. Logan took a deep breath... slamming his joined arms together in a perpendicular motion. "Boy." he said simply, rolling his neck. Well, this was already great. His first lesson was speed or patience or something, and he wasn't really known for either. He turned back to the other candidate, giving him a small wave. "So, how're you doing? Names Logan." He knew for a fact that his speed wasn't going to touch Nashi, so perhaps patience was his best bet. Maybe catch him off guard with casual conversation and smack the pole last second?
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2019 20:16:24 GMT -6
"Wow, neat!" Kyabe grinned, looking and focusing his attention on Nashi's very own two, waving tails. "That's one more than I got! Neat!" He exclaimed, shooting an impressed thumbs up to the blue-haired polearm master. Rubbing his chin, though, the young man pointed at Nashi, himself, and smiled. "Do ya reckon we could hit up a few matches of Turbo some time? I've 100%'d it m'self, so I figure maybe we can coach each other some on some specific stuff, here and there," He shrugged. Turning his head and raising both of his brows in acknowledgment of the newly arrived Logan. Smiling to the large, tall human, Kyabe waved a hand in response. "Kyabe, nice to meetcha, Logan." Cocking a brow, Kyabe returned focus to that of Nashi, as well as his mystical Nyoibō. Blinking, the youth smiled wide once more. He was impressed, obviously, and he was now focused on two things: The task at hand, as well as the logistics behind Nashi's nyoibō. A third thing also crossed his mind, "Can I get one of those?" Though he meant to think that to himself, he accidentally said the question aloud and didn't mind if either of the other present men heard him. "Yeah, I could use a little somethin'. My throat's killin' me, and my body is kind of achin' from the climb up..." He began, watching as Nashi initiated their very first lesson. Kyabe was quick, and unlike Logan there, he felt that if he utilized his speed, he could eventually tire out his teacher. Enough to at least swipe the kettle and have himself a mighty swig of water, tea...whatever was in that kettle. It was his for the taking! Quickly, without missing a beat, Kyabe sprung up and assumed some kind of waiting stance. Moving his hands as quickly as he could, reaching and snapping at the kettle. Though, he fell for Nashi's plan and missed every single time. Though his spirit was strong and he tried to endure. A large emphasis on tried, as he got tired within a few successful attempts...
NashiRyu
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Post by Nashi on Jan 28, 2019 3:05:47 GMT -6
Logan was the first to go for the water. Logan was to first to be denied it.
Then, Kyabe tried. Then, Kyabe failed.
Nashi moved the Power Pole around, and hence the kettle upon it. He moved it like in a dance, but it was a fluid dance where the movement after could not be predicted from the movement before. Step, slide, extension or retraction of staff, the occasional jump, and some very quick, slight movements. ”Oh, sure,” he started, his voice entirely neutral despite the manner of his moving, ”but I’m warning ya, I’m pretty unstoppable when I get serious with my mains.” He was talking about Turbo FighterZ, in case that got a bit confusing. There were a few combos, too, which he (mistakenly) believed he was the first to come up with.
With a swing faster than either student could see, Nashi grabbed either side of the Power Pole with the kettle swinging wildly in the middle. It couldn’t fly off, since he had a hand at either side, meaning grabbing it was tantamount to impossible without moving at least one of Nashi’s hands out of the way. ”You got the gist of that last one. Perhaps we can try it again, when you’re both a bit stronger. But, for now?” In reality, this change of pace was brought on by Nashi overhearing Kyabe’s want of a Power Pole, and Nashi’s overprotectiveness of his own. He believed his was the only one, and for Kyabe to have one he’d have to have Nashi’s, meaning… well, he could just chop the Power Pole in half and extend both to basically replicate it, but he figured for mystical reasons™ only one of the halves would still be enchanted. Was he wrong? It depended on if Kyabe buys a Power Pole for the Feb™ LTO thingo and does that plot Prolly. ”Now, I want you to take my hands off the Pole, so you can grab the kettle. I promise to remain still.” he shook the kettle a bit, making the water in the kettle sploosh around audibly.
In concept, this was very similar to the previous activity. Except, instead of a test of agility, this was a test of strength.
While they were (presumably) going at it, trying to weaken his grip, he’d give a little bit of (false) context:
”Do note that this isn’t merely tap water!” Actually, that was precisely what it was. ”This is Sacred Water™, enchanted by the Kami himself! Just by drinking it, you’ll get stronger!” It wasn’t entirely a lie. Well, it was, but it was also true that the students would have gotten stronger (by climbing the Tower and throwing themselves at Nashi’s activities), so was he really lying? Still yes.
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Post by Ryu on Jan 30, 2019 16:43:38 GMT -6
Logan took a breather as Kyabe attempted to snatch the kettle himself. The kid was fast, faster than him that's for sure - but Sensei Nashi didn't even look like he had to try as the pole was maneuvered with such speed and grace that neither of them could ever hope to grab it. Kami, who was this guy? Obvious not human, given the whole blue hair, ears, and tail thing. Logan straightened, rubbing the back of his neck as Kyabe slowly but surely began to give up the futile effort, pace slowing as Nashi calmly kept it away from them. The exercise came to a close as Nashi revealed the next part - moving from agility to strength. Get Nashi's grip to loosen and then retrieve the kettle that way. Logan tilted his head, voice rumbling in his chest a bit as he gently elbowed the boy next to him. He attempted to make eye contact but said no words, simply jerking his head lightly towards the kettle end of the pole. "Alright, Sensei. I'll give it a go." he said - tone oddly calm as he strode forward. He made no sudden moves, arms slowly moving as his hands wrapped around the base of the pole a few inches from Nashi's.
At this point, his behavior would probably come off as odd. His actions even more so - trying to yank the pole wholly out of the Cat-Man's hands was a foolish venture, so trying wouldn't even matter."If our goal is to get that kettle, you better bet I'll try my best!" as far as he could tell, Nashi's extendo stick was probably magic and could withstand a few love taps here and there. He wouldn't be able to overpower the other man by any stretch of the imagination, but only a moment was needed for his grip to loosen a fraction for Kyabe to grab the pot successfully. He smiled, gazing into Nashi's eyes as everything fell silent for a moment. *HISS!* Then, from seemingly nowhere, Logan's right leg snapped up in an instant and immediately bore down upon the staff, Logan leaning forward and pushing with all his might as his weight hopefully shifted the pole downwards.
Nashi, expecting him to futilely try and loosen his grip, would hopefully not be expecting the wild tactic. A split second of lost focus before his strength kicked in and stopped Logan cold was all he needed - as his jaw opened and shouted: "KYABE!" at the same moment, hoping the boy picked up on the gesture from before.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2019 17:25:39 GMT -6
"Phew..!" Kyabe huffed, backing up after failing a number of times to obtain the kettle. His brow quirked and sweat on his forehead, the teenager had to wonder what he was doing wrong. His arms were folded over one another, and he tilted his head some as Logan stepped up and elbowed him lightly. "Huh? What're you up to?" Kyabe asked, watching as the other man came close to Nashi and grappled onto the pole. His plan came to action as he yanked and tried holding Nashi down. Nodding, Kyabe understood what he was to do.
"Right," He nodded, leaping forward and trying his best to snatch the kettle of water from the supposedly, and hopefully stunned Nashi! His hands moving as quickly as he could, Kyabe sought to grab that kettle. One way or another, his classmate's aid or not!
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Post by Nashi on Jan 31, 2019 23:09:26 GMT -6
Nashi didn’t even have to try. Although his students were putting quite a good deal of energy into this, all Nashi had to do was not let go. It was supposed to be easy— and, at least for that moment, it was.
But, then? Logan tried something, something big; about as big as Logan was, actually, given that he put his all into it. But, regardless of the weight placed, Logan simply did not have the power to create the speed necessary to do much. What he did have enough speed for, however, was to (hypothetically) break a bone or bruise some flesh, and Nashi didn’t want his students to come to harm. So he brought the Power Pole down with Logan’s movement as Logan hit upon it, to decrease the force applied over his frame per unit of time.
Simple physics, that was. Nashi didn’t understand it beyond what a primary school student would, but still.
”Huh?”
Logan called to Kyabe, who was quick to try to remove the kettle. In the shock of it all, Kyabe had managed to move Nashi’s left hand off the pole (a necessary step, to take the kettle off). Oh no you don’t! Nashi shot out the smallest kiai he could with but a yelp and brought his hand back to the Pole before Kyabe’s hand could have reached for the kettle.
Nashi rose again, relieved. ”Gee, that was close. You almost got the ket—” The kettle isn’t there. ”...—tle…” Uh-oh. Nashi looked around, worried. It must have flown away in my kiai!
And then, he saw it: on the very edge of the stairs, millimetres from falling off.
Phew.
And then there was a slight wind, and it fell off.
Phewn’t.
”Ah! Quick, it fell off! Whoever catches it gets to drink it!” Nashi ran for the edge and leapt over with a great alarm and yet confidence, as if the multi-dozen-kilometre-height was an entirely standard matter for him. ”I promise to catch yoooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!”
It wasn't as if there was much of a rush. After all, it'd take quite a few minutes to get to reach the floor.
Ya know, this was sort of fitting in its own way. Nashi decided to only try to catch it if it was about to splat upon the ground, and otherwise let the other two try to fall to it.
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Post by Ryu on Feb 4, 2019 9:25:51 GMT -6
Logan sighed, releasing his grip and hopping back as Kyabe unsuccessfully attempted to snatch the pot. Well, that was the best plan he had come up with on the spot - and now they were sunk out of luck. Nashi was so far out of their league it wasn't even funny! His strength, speed, and precision with which he moved and acted were astounding, and Logan could only hope he could reach such a point someday. He glanced back up as Nashi spoke, eyes drifting to the end of the pole before he noticed something amiss. Where was the kettle? Nashi glancing behind him cause Logan to turn and spot it tilting precariously on the edge. Oh. That's where it went. Perhaps he could just slowly reach over and- KETTLE FALLING! KETTLE FALLING! The craziness of the situation was only further compounded when Sensei Nashi decided to dive off after it, yelling about finder's keepers and reassuring that he'd catch them. Logan glanced at Kyabe, an unspoken "what the fuck" in his eyes as Logan shrugged, swan diving off after the kettle and his teacher - barely managing to keep himself from screaming as the wind whipped around him.
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