Post by Maria Ashwin on Jul 13, 2022 3:23:13 GMT -5
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✉ notes: Marik is just hanging out at a dojo attempting to pick up martial arts , seeing as he may need them in the far future. The martial art in question is Muay Thai as he will be employing it (once the player gets some combat experience)
Lazy people are efficent
Our way of life affords us the ability to get things done quickly
(1) The sun would beat down upon the earth with a blinding wrath as it rose high into the sky , casting shadows giving those walking a place to seek refuge from it’s burning gaze. The low humm of cicadas would humm in the evening air coupled with the roar of car mortars and honking horns , Marik would sigh as he waded through the crowds of humans.
(2) Many of the people where sticking to the shade those who weren’t where using umbrellas to gain some sort of relief from the heat , ‘was the world of the living always this damned hot?’ he would think to himself with a sigh as he moved through the crowd simply flowing with the river of bodies.
(3) The neon green haired hollow would sigh as he slowly began to drift with crowd toward the shade , he had found himself in the world of the living out of sheer boredom. He would let out a groan as he finally entered the shade , the difference was almost unoticable but atleast the sun wasn’t trying to roast him alive anymore.
(4) His mind would blank as he simply walked amongst the people for a moment tailing behind a single young man , naturally human couldn’t interact with him unless he saw fit to do so. But marik simply wished to wander for the day his most recent evolution had almost quenched his hunger entirely.
(5) although he didnt find his ability to sleep for months at a time restored to him it seemed like the most he could achieve was sixteen hour naps. Then again after all that time in the menos forest his body was heavily conditioned to operate with less than his optimal six months slumbers , he couldn’t really complain he had gotten everything he wanted back silence within his mind and soul and a body that would allow him to enjoy the leisures he once did when he was alive.
(6) ‘I wonder what foods the human world has these days it been years since i actually investigated what the times where like….do people still do tea ceremonies?’ he would think to himself absemtmindedly as he followed close behind the young boy.
(7) completely unaware of his surroundings till he was blasted with sudden gust of cold air “what the hell…” he would look up wincing slightly as the door closed behind him as his face was blasted by the air conditioner by the door. He would stand their a moment and just bask in the machines cold air.
(8) he would relish the light goosebumps that where standing up on his skin “i guess modern technology isn’t so bad” he would mumble to himself as he stepped all the way into the dojo taking notice of the many children and adults mimicing a woman at the head of the class.
(9) ‘Hmmm what is this? A dojo do people still train for war?’ he would ponder internally as he walked over to the far wall , he would watch as the assumed sensei of the dojo began breaking people off into pairs. The older children would be given board like pads to wear on their hands to block incoming strike from their opponents.
(10) while the others would attempt to mimic their sensei’s demonstration earlier earlier. This martial art seemed to employ a great deal of kicks , comprised of the use of one’s elbows and knees. Marik would place a hand on his chin in the thinking position as he watched the children train.
(11) He would then direct his attention to the adults practicing on dummies , not that was the intense stuff one was practicing a very lethal looking axe kick on a dummy , although marik would frown as he saw woman practicing what would essentially equate to a close fist backhand. Atleast that was his take on the technique anyhow.
(12) Marik was very unaware but ‘back hand’ was actually Mat Wiang Klap also known as the Backfist Strike an extremely quick and effective strike , one is to keep their hand loose and open and upon impact make the fist.This strike delivers a massive amount of force to a very specific and fragile part of the face.
(13) Being struck would result in direct tissue trauma to the overlying skin , causing intense pain and swelling.As a result the maxilla bone is shattered and thus could be broken at it’s three points of attachment resulting in a rather nasty tri-pod fracture , the force of the blow forces the eye muscles in the affected area to be pulled downward and become entrapped by the broken bone.
(14) In the event someone where to allow this strike to connect this would result in a loss of vision and extreme reduction in eye movement , the force of the blow is then transferred to the brain causing it be shaken violently in less than a fraction of a second causing a transient loss of conscious or white out stunning the target for a short time.
(15) A backfist to the nose can result in the breaking or heavy damaging of the cartilage and bone structures, causing the brain to rapidly move back and forth at high speed in much the same fashion as a high speed car crash. The force can be so great the opponet can be knocked out completely.
(16) Although of course marik currently had no knowledge of these things , but it wouldn’t stay that way for long. Marik would lean forward as he watched the woman practice , the small gust of wind from her fist making contact with the dummies skull would take him by surprise. ‘To think a human could muster this type of force i wonder…’ he would think to himself as he slowly inched his own hand infront of the dummies cheek.
(17) he would remain unflinching as he grit his teeth as her hand collide with his hand. There was a loud pop as he felt the impact from her knuckles snap several bones within the palm of his hand , marik would stifle a scream as he quickly withdrew his hand. “Son of a “ he would growl out as he cupped his hand.
(18) in his other squeezing as his bones knitted themselves back together. “Well its more than a simple smack….”he would mumble to himself as he glared at the woman who was now staring at the dummy she was striking like something felt ‘off’ , marik wouldn’t stick around her for much longer and make his way to the other side of the dojo
(19)He would be making his way to sensei of the dojo intending to taker a closer look at his form , that was until he took notice of the instructors guide sitting on bench. He would look around making sure no one was paying attention to the general area he was in , he would then carefully pick the book up and make his way toward the exit with ulcer.
(20) Vanishing along with the book , it wasn't like the almighty buddha would slap him for stealing a martial arts book , or would he? Either way marik wouldn’t ponder on it for long as he exited the ulcer outside the dojo and was back on the street , he sould stumble slightly as he felt the heatwave again. “God fuck this backwater town , and this damn backwater heat!” he would say ulcearing again to a nearby rooftop book still in hand. Marik would let out a light sigh just as several loud hollows crys where heard , he would look up dully to see the heavens being rended apart in the sky.
(21) Marik would smile as he watched a gillian stepp out , he would then raise one finger and begin counting. "one..two...three" he would say with a sigh and a light laugh , as the three left his lips hollows would begin appearing flying twoard the gillians location.
(22) Upon seeing all the hollows his stomach would rumble , the hunger wasnt gone but it had dwindled greatly and when it reared it's ugly head it demanded to be fed. Marik would crouch down before pushing off the ground , he would leave a small crater behind as he darted into the cloud line to meet the swarm head on.
(23) Marik would begin charging a cero painting the skyline a neon green as he crested above the clouds , releasing the cero much like a cone in shape he would broaden his attack hitting several hollows in the process. A loud explosion would ring out through the area. Several smoking figures would begin falling down twoard karakura town in a clump.
(24) He would watch the smouldering ball of hollow bodies fall from the sky down into a feild below , he would slowly make his way down with a yawn. Touching down lightly upon the earth before walking twaord his quarry , brandishing his claws and teeth taking chunks out of the downed hollows and stuffing his gullet.
(25) The tatse of iron on his tounge the feeling on bone snapping between his teeth with each bite , drove him deeper and deeper into the depths of his hunger. when the corpses no longer remained he would drop on all fours and begin lapping the blood off of the cold hard ground. Temporariliy giving in to his baser hollow instincts for just a moment.
(26) When marik was completly done with his meal fetahers matted in a thick layer of blood and dirt , he would give a dissapointed sigh at his own actions. "i better get outta here" he would mummble to himself as he had already over stayed his welcome in the world of the living.
Consumed 26 Class 8 Hollows
(2) Many of the people where sticking to the shade those who weren’t where using umbrellas to gain some sort of relief from the heat , ‘was the world of the living always this damned hot?’ he would think to himself with a sigh as he moved through the crowd simply flowing with the river of bodies.
(3) The neon green haired hollow would sigh as he slowly began to drift with crowd toward the shade , he had found himself in the world of the living out of sheer boredom. He would let out a groan as he finally entered the shade , the difference was almost unoticable but atleast the sun wasn’t trying to roast him alive anymore.
(4) His mind would blank as he simply walked amongst the people for a moment tailing behind a single young man , naturally human couldn’t interact with him unless he saw fit to do so. But marik simply wished to wander for the day his most recent evolution had almost quenched his hunger entirely.
(5) although he didnt find his ability to sleep for months at a time restored to him it seemed like the most he could achieve was sixteen hour naps. Then again after all that time in the menos forest his body was heavily conditioned to operate with less than his optimal six months slumbers , he couldn’t really complain he had gotten everything he wanted back silence within his mind and soul and a body that would allow him to enjoy the leisures he once did when he was alive.
(6) ‘I wonder what foods the human world has these days it been years since i actually investigated what the times where like….do people still do tea ceremonies?’ he would think to himself absemtmindedly as he followed close behind the young boy.
(7) completely unaware of his surroundings till he was blasted with sudden gust of cold air “what the hell…” he would look up wincing slightly as the door closed behind him as his face was blasted by the air conditioner by the door. He would stand their a moment and just bask in the machines cold air.
(8) he would relish the light goosebumps that where standing up on his skin “i guess modern technology isn’t so bad” he would mumble to himself as he stepped all the way into the dojo taking notice of the many children and adults mimicing a woman at the head of the class.
(9) ‘Hmmm what is this? A dojo do people still train for war?’ he would ponder internally as he walked over to the far wall , he would watch as the assumed sensei of the dojo began breaking people off into pairs. The older children would be given board like pads to wear on their hands to block incoming strike from their opponents.
(10) while the others would attempt to mimic their sensei’s demonstration earlier earlier. This martial art seemed to employ a great deal of kicks , comprised of the use of one’s elbows and knees. Marik would place a hand on his chin in the thinking position as he watched the children train.
(11) He would then direct his attention to the adults practicing on dummies , not that was the intense stuff one was practicing a very lethal looking axe kick on a dummy , although marik would frown as he saw woman practicing what would essentially equate to a close fist backhand. Atleast that was his take on the technique anyhow.
(12) Marik was very unaware but ‘back hand’ was actually Mat Wiang Klap also known as the Backfist Strike an extremely quick and effective strike , one is to keep their hand loose and open and upon impact make the fist.This strike delivers a massive amount of force to a very specific and fragile part of the face.
(13) Being struck would result in direct tissue trauma to the overlying skin , causing intense pain and swelling.As a result the maxilla bone is shattered and thus could be broken at it’s three points of attachment resulting in a rather nasty tri-pod fracture , the force of the blow forces the eye muscles in the affected area to be pulled downward and become entrapped by the broken bone.
(14) In the event someone where to allow this strike to connect this would result in a loss of vision and extreme reduction in eye movement , the force of the blow is then transferred to the brain causing it be shaken violently in less than a fraction of a second causing a transient loss of conscious or white out stunning the target for a short time.
(15) A backfist to the nose can result in the breaking or heavy damaging of the cartilage and bone structures, causing the brain to rapidly move back and forth at high speed in much the same fashion as a high speed car crash. The force can be so great the opponet can be knocked out completely.
(16) Although of course marik currently had no knowledge of these things , but it wouldn’t stay that way for long. Marik would lean forward as he watched the woman practice , the small gust of wind from her fist making contact with the dummies skull would take him by surprise. ‘To think a human could muster this type of force i wonder…’ he would think to himself as he slowly inched his own hand infront of the dummies cheek.
(17) he would remain unflinching as he grit his teeth as her hand collide with his hand. There was a loud pop as he felt the impact from her knuckles snap several bones within the palm of his hand , marik would stifle a scream as he quickly withdrew his hand. “Son of a “ he would growl out as he cupped his hand.
(18) in his other squeezing as his bones knitted themselves back together. “Well its more than a simple smack….”he would mumble to himself as he glared at the woman who was now staring at the dummy she was striking like something felt ‘off’ , marik wouldn’t stick around her for much longer and make his way to the other side of the dojo
(19)He would be making his way to sensei of the dojo intending to taker a closer look at his form , that was until he took notice of the instructors guide sitting on bench. He would look around making sure no one was paying attention to the general area he was in , he would then carefully pick the book up and make his way toward the exit with ulcer.
(20) Vanishing along with the book , it wasn't like the almighty buddha would slap him for stealing a martial arts book , or would he? Either way marik wouldn’t ponder on it for long as he exited the ulcer outside the dojo and was back on the street , he sould stumble slightly as he felt the heatwave again. “God fuck this backwater town , and this damn backwater heat!” he would say ulcearing again to a nearby rooftop book still in hand. Marik would let out a light sigh just as several loud hollows crys where heard , he would look up dully to see the heavens being rended apart in the sky.
(21) Marik would smile as he watched a gillian stepp out , he would then raise one finger and begin counting. "one..two...three" he would say with a sigh and a light laugh , as the three left his lips hollows would begin appearing flying twoard the gillians location.
(22) Upon seeing all the hollows his stomach would rumble , the hunger wasnt gone but it had dwindled greatly and when it reared it's ugly head it demanded to be fed. Marik would crouch down before pushing off the ground , he would leave a small crater behind as he darted into the cloud line to meet the swarm head on.
(23) Marik would begin charging a cero painting the skyline a neon green as he crested above the clouds , releasing the cero much like a cone in shape he would broaden his attack hitting several hollows in the process. A loud explosion would ring out through the area. Several smoking figures would begin falling down twoard karakura town in a clump.
(24) He would watch the smouldering ball of hollow bodies fall from the sky down into a feild below , he would slowly make his way down with a yawn. Touching down lightly upon the earth before walking twaord his quarry , brandishing his claws and teeth taking chunks out of the downed hollows and stuffing his gullet.
(25) The tatse of iron on his tounge the feeling on bone snapping between his teeth with each bite , drove him deeper and deeper into the depths of his hunger. when the corpses no longer remained he would drop on all fours and begin lapping the blood off of the cold hard ground. Temporariliy giving in to his baser hollow instincts for just a moment.
(26) When marik was completly done with his meal fetahers matted in a thick layer of blood and dirt , he would give a dissapointed sigh at his own actions. "i better get outta here" he would mummble to himself as he had already over stayed his welcome in the world of the living.
Consumed 26 Class 8 Hollows
