Matters Martial and Magical
8th of August 2006 A.D.
As long as you can remember, and if your mother is to be believed, even before that you have always hated schedules, with a passion usually reserved for kale salad and Nickelback and yet once Clippy wakes you, still in the grey hours before dawn you eat a quick breakfast and catch a quick bleach bath to keep your essence up before heading out to the gym to train under the messured but grueling ministrations of Brother Devisimar, as the two of you discover together, sometimes to pretty painful results the new limitations of your body that you may overcome them. For one you are pretty sure a fractured elbow is one of those things you never come back all the way from if you are mortal.You are not, but it still hurts a lot even for you. It
had been your idea to try to juggle the weights so it's not like you can blame him for it.
"See my.... chakras are... all aligned now," you say back bent double, weights on your hands and feet as you try to arc back like a bow a few fractions of a second faster than your previous time.
"Aligned yes, but with what?" the old monk asks, though he sounds more amused then concerned.
And for my next trick... Instead of just springing back to your feet as before you arc your back forward slam the weights on your hands onto the linolaum covered floor then kick upwards such that you end up in a handstand with about a hundred pounds hanging on your ankles.
"Vanity blossoms but bears no fruit," Brother Devisimar notes calmly.
"I'm not showing off..." You stop and for the sake of honesty add. "If the idea is to break my body a little at a time so it's harder to break then it should be the case when I do stuff like this same as when I'm just sitting there and taking hits right? I mean I am better at doing the stuff I do when it draws the eye and the mind." At least that is what dad had figured when you dueled last month and you trust his intuition.
"Truly?" He looks you up and down thoughtfully. "It is said the veil of the jorogumo grows harder to pierce the more eyes are upon her and marvel at her beauty."
The image of a spider-spirit fair as she is deadly passes over the surface of your mind like a ripple in water, leaving in its wake the echoes of a thousand tales strange and wondrous and tragic.
"Should I be flattered for being compared to a beautiful lady or insulted to be compared to a man eating spider-demon?" you ask, wiping away the sweat from your brow.
"And who is to say the shape of a mortal woman is fairer than a spider? Certainly not the spiders?" He quips back, though his eyes are serious still.
"Us, that is humans say so because we
can say things and the spiders cannot. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder yes, but most of those beholders are mortals."
He nods quietly and looks down at the sketch book filled with drawings of potential exercises ringed by neat tight script moving on to the next and the next, but there is something different about the set of his shoulders, about the tilt of his head, a little less on edge, a faint tension now seen only by its absence.
Steel Skin Progress: 9+7 = 16/15; -1 XP Cost to Buy -> Now at 3 XP
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Once you are done with training in the Qiao of the Mo Kung you grab a bite to eat, usually at a food cart, quieting any guilt you might feel with the knowledge that you cannot actually put on weight anymore, it just
feels like the hot dogs are going straight to your hips and setting up shop. After that you head to Harry's, after the first day of gawking neighbors in the Beige Wagon and you get to magicking. Harry insists that is not the proper verb for it, but when you challenge him on what the proper verb for doing magic is he cannot find one so 'magicking' it is
Certainly Bob has no objection to it, though something tells you Bob has few objections when it comes to spending time with you in general, even if it is over a veil of grey-green alchemical fumes only blown away by the odd explosion which sends glass beakers flying and flames rising fit to scorch the ceiling of the laboratory. The tinny lights in the skull's eyes dance like fireflies convinced that this time surely he has come up with a way to tame your essence into something that can be invested into a potion without reducing it to plasma or
other things.
Harry is now the owner of a fist sized lump of black glass that randomly changes density between that of enriched uranium and light enough to float in air, so he has to keep it tied down to his desk. Given that you had been trying to make a hangover cure at the time it is safe to say you still have a lot of work still ahead of you.
Alchemy Progress: 15/25
The other part of the project, what you call The Big Book of Yomi Wan, which is a combination of virtual travel log and political primmer for the Thousand Hells, designed to help the Council understand not just the kinds of dark spirit and akuma that might arise from those realms , but also crucially their passions and motivations. In spite of the glossy pictures you throw in of some of the more visually striking beings and vistas, this is not some kind of 'bestiary of demons' of the kind Harry tells you he had seen in his mentor's library. One does not learn now to deal with a hostile foreign power or in this case a thousand of them, by the means of a book which classifies their various soldiers and functionaries as though they were different species.
You and Bob even have a good laugh when you discover that one of his former masters though believed in the existence of 'ice-whip Shikome' 'wind claw Shikome' with the first supplanting the second in the favor of Emma-O over the long centuries when in truth the difference was one of cultural trends and fashion.
"It's like if they said the Bell-bottom Pants People conquered the 70s... no survivors...." you giggle.
Big Book of Yomi Wan Progress: 9/20
"Everything alright down there?" Harry calls through the closed door. While he insists on being present for all the practical lessons in alchemy he had quickly discovered that listening to you and Bob arguing over the minutia of demonic nomenclature is not his idea of a fun time.
"Fine, fine, we were discussing demon fashion. Wanna see?" you call back.
"I would," Bob pipes up... for, to be honest, the same reason you had suggest it to Harry. While 'Shikome' could be translated as 'hag' in English and not without reason in their true form the akuma in question prefer to drape themselves in seductive glamors the better to lure victims into the schemes of their master.
"I'm shocked," you deadpan before turning back to the draft with a roll of your eyes.
Speaking of predatory supernatural beings I should really be going down into the tunnels tomorrow. "What do you know about handling White Court vampires who have lost their way, lost themselves to the Hunger?"
"Not much, none of my keepers before Harry had much to do with them. Maybe you should talk to Thomas about it he knows a lot about it, more than he's like probably. It's still really confusing what makes you people happy, pain and pleasure are easy to get, but then you mix them all up and tangle them together. 'Hurts good' and 'sinful pleasure'..."
"That's OK Bob I don't need to know all your favorite literally expressions," you say forcing down a blush by sheer act of will.
What do you do?
[] Go talk to Thomas about the Hunger first
-[] Write in stunt
[] Just go down into the tunnels and start work, you'll deal with the vampires when they come for you
[] Write in
OOC: Just like with the Qiao learning Path magic discounts the XP cost of taking it up to a maximum of half its value but for obvious reasons a full path dot costs more successes to discount than just a single charm, though as you will note Bob is also a better trainer than even a skiled mortal.