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Post by Mojo on Aug 21, 2022 17:28:35 GMT -6
Now that Mojo had decided on his goal, he was no longer content simply searching and surviving, maintaining a general baseline of his own abilities as he decided who he was and what he wanted. Now that he had decided how he wanted to live, and a goal to strive for, it was time to begin truly striving. Self-improvement was one of the biggest aspects of his chosen goal. While not truly a fighter in terms of attitude or even goal, it was still an aspect of him that needed to be improved.
Mojo's Ki was long ago unlocked even before the experimentation on his body. This was due to the natural inclination for using Ki Majin were inborn with. Hid ability to make use of his ki, and his own accompanying power level/physical ability, was improved as part of his experimentation. For many, improving their well of ki doubled as improving how much they could use. Mojo... was in a slightly different boat. Due to what he had undergone to become an Android, he had an infinite source of energy he could tap into, and the scientists that had shaped his early life with that technology had made this energy directly compatible with his own ki. However, there was no real way for Mojo to simply wield that infinite power. For analogy's sake, Mojo had an infinite ocean of energy and power at his disposal... He just only had so large a bucket to pull from it.
Previously, his meditations towards his own power were for the sole purpose of maintaining. Now, it was time to improve. Kneeling upon the ground, hands cupped on his legs, Mojo was as still as a statue; the prayer beads around his neck silent. His eyes were closed, and his senses were turned inward, away from smell, away from sound, away from what his body felt around him and solely concentrating on what lied within. Not the machinery, not the flesh, but the energies that lied within each, two different sources tied together to become one source, one power.
Time passed. Of course it did, Mojo couldn't stop time. But he was unaware of time passing, not how much, nor even feeling the passage of time. None of it mattered save feeling the energy of himself... and deep within he felt once more his energy. Focusing on that feeling, he felt outward, feeling for the infinite ocean he was forever tied to that empowered him; forced upon him, but one he had chosen to accept.
Mojo already had a few uses for his Ki; blasts, empowerment, and even a sonic-Ki hybrid technique. He was not a novice of tapping into the energy. But now it was time to go further. Refine his control, start boosting himself steadily with the infinite ocean he was engulfed in, and train his mind/body/soul towards the more esoteric uses of Ki. But first, control. Mojo normally let the infinite ocean refill him automatically, like a water bowl refilled by its source up to a set limit anytime water was removed. Now, he had to change his analogy, to really start improving.
His body was the bucket that drew from the ocean. Before now the bucket was a solid, immutable concept. Now that bucket was to change, to become mutable, a material much like his own real body that could stretch and grow and be reinforced by the waters it drew from. He reached out internally, and for the first time since the experiments, he PULLED, drawing the ocean purposefully into himself, stressing himself, expanding his own personal well from the ocean it took part of. Yes, there was pain, but pain was simply a part of life, of change, of experience; Mojo noted it was there, and then forgot it, letting it simply become part of the current state of affairs, a necessity of what was occurring now.
And what was occurring now... was working. He felt his own personal "well" strain and be disturbed, but it was accepting, not breaking. He was infusing his body and self with the energy at his disposal, working his very core like one would exercise and also provide nutrients to one's muscles. And as a Majin, he was malleable, open to change so long as he desired, and yet possessing infinite recovery, reshaping and shifting so as to always be at his "best"; a side effect of being originally molded as a slave race, to always be at peak or near peak capability.
And even as Mojo strained and built himself in a progressive fashion, he FELT his energy. He felt it churn, he felt it push and pull, he felt it accept, and as he worked to pull energy in he toyed and manipulated with both what was pulled in and was already present within his personal well, threading the energies intricately together to more assuredly bond source to another beyond what was already done. He played with the energies, not just threading them, but also smashing them together, spinning them around, toying and simply feeling every little aspect of the internal world made of him and his energy, both the energy of his well and the energy of HIS ocean.
He lost himself in these feelings, in this process, in simply becoming more... until through some instinct, or maybe just a long forgotten memory that he was more than just this, he felt the rest of the world pressing in. Not in a rude or overbearing fashion, but it was there. A reminder. That was alright though; Mojo knew this wouldn't last forever, now that his thought processes were no longer engulfed in the hardest part of kickstarting and resuming his improvement. Dedication of mind, mental commands and his will pressed on the energies until they calmed, became smoother, though most certainly changed from before. Another few moments resumed what he was doing before, though on a much smaller scale; automating the process of strengthening himself in this fashion and constantly build in this way, infinitely pushing onwards in just a small way so he could no longer worry about this aspect of training himself and focus on other methods and aspects of training.
Finally... his eyes opened.
Time had passed; Mojo was unsure how long, but wasn't too concerned. Time was time. His body felt looser, lighter; a quick hop had him back to his feet, no soreness present from retaining one position for so long. There was a barely there ache, a sign of what he had just done to himself and what he was forever doing from here onward, but that was fine. To accompany the changes in his body, Mojo felt the changes in his energy; it was definitely a bigger well he could immediately call upon, and it swelled forth faster, stronger then before, and was far more responsive.
Holding a hand before him, Mojo formed a small ball of his green ki on the tip of his finger. Another moment's thought had it flatten out, before dancing the ki between his fingers and across his hand like a human would a coin. A small smile appeared on Mojo's face as he played around with his new improvements.
A good day.
((OOC: Training goals for this post: General improvement, develop "Ki Control" skill.))
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Post by Mojo on Aug 25, 2022 11:57:06 GMT -6
Another evening, another night of meditation and focused training. Tonight, aside from continuing the overall general training of strengthening his body and the amount of ki he could access at any given time, Mojo would focus on one of the most useful skills he had heard of: the ability to sense the energy of other beings. He knew it was possible; aside from the existence of scouters, a technological way to measure someone's strength, there were a multitude of documented accounts of warriors and fighters being able to sense one on another. Little in the way of how such a thing was done, but that was fine. Mojo always felt the need to personalize such techniques and honestly, esoteric feelings such as this were always best to be perceived by one's own perceptions instead of someone else's view of the world.
Mojo dedicated a small portion of his mind, augmented and changed by the android technology within him, to manipulate his ki to manifest as an aura that would then press down upon him, a form of resistance training. His own ki would both push out against this and at the same time push against him. Another small portion was dedicated to running his body through several different katas of a wide variety of martial arts style that he had either picked up over the years or had already had programmed into him, exercising his body against the resistance he pushed himself under. The majority of his mind was focused on his goal for the day: energy sensing.
Fortunately, Mojo was not exactly working from scratch in trying to perceive an esoteric energy such as someone's power level. For one, technology could already do it, and Mojo had spent of his time over his journeys learning HOW such technology did so. Additionally, Mojo was able to sense and make use of his own ki to no small level; working outward from that base, from his previous meditations to develop understanding and control instead of just relying on instinct for wielding such power, he knew he could figure this out.
Mojo's meditation today was taking place in a field of grass and plants. This was deliberate; every living being possessed ki, though to what degree varied based on a number of factors. However, the fact was that all things alive held ki, even the smallest of beings. Mojo could make use of this, even here, surrounded by nature.
Step one was to lose his normal 5 senses, dive down into sensing his own ki and ONLY his own ki once more. This did not take long; aside from consistently feeling and straining his own energy every moment, he had dived into this sensation a few times before. Once Mojo lost himself in the sensation of feeling ki, he began to truly focus. Slowly, carefully, he began step 2: while still within that sensation, carefully minimize how much of HIMSELF he felt until he no longer felt surrounded by his own energy.
This did take some time; between his own view of being lost in an ocean, and the fact he was actively flaring his own energy to press against himself, this was not a quick process like the previous step. But eventually, he no longer felt wholly consumed by his own energy to his senses. He was still present, and of course he was the biggest beacon of energy he sensed/felt, but he wasn't lost in his own power. There was... emptiness, all around himself, an emptiness that Mojo expected. After all, the air did not possess ki. But that was perfectly fine.
Step three: feel the energy of other beings. Now it was just a matter of time and focus: of reaching out into the abyss around him until he felt something else. Fortunately, this wasn't a lost cause; he KNEW he was surrounded by plant life. It was just a matter of reaching through the abyss and feeling it. Time passed; Mojo did not know how long but it didn't matter. He would continue until he succeeded. That was the gift, given to him by his past trauma and the evil of others, a gift he would make use of.
And then... he felt it. The barest touch, the tiniest light, a small drop hanging in the emptiness around him but he felt it. Well, hanging below him, as he soon felt another and then more, more and more until he felt the countless tiny blades of grass around him, to the trees and bushes and their slightly larger presences in this sense. It was... beautiful. Awe inspiring. Beyond even stars in a night sky, as there was just... so much more, as Mojo pushed his senses, felt more and more.
And then he opened his eyes, mid high kick. He slowly lowered his leg, reducing the ki he was broadcasting, changing how he drew upon it to the norm he set up previously, of a constant small strain upon his own reserves taken from the infinite source he had access to. The strain of his workout slowly faded, his Majin body recuperating and taking his slightly strengthened form as his new normal. And the entire time, he still FELT. His ki, the ki of the life around him. As he returned to civilization, he began to feel a much wider variety of presences, larger and smaller powers all around.
A small smile graced his face.
"A good day."
((OOC: Training goals: General training, develop Energy Sense skill.))
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Post by Mojo on Sept 5, 2022 20:20:25 GMT -6
Another night of improvement. This time, Mojo would branch off from previous trainings of solely using ki. It had become clear from his studies that magic would have to be taught to him. However, there was a third branch of power one can tap into. Well, fourth, if one counted sufficiently advanced technology as a third (which it did, considering Mojo's own... alterations): that being psychic powers, or psi. It was not a well known or commonly tapped into power, because the two biggest expressions of it were telekinesis and telepathy. The former could be done by any Majin with their stone given to them from creation, and quite a bit of technology and even magic could move items from a distance. Additionally, many who wanted to attack foes from afar relied on ki blasts to do so or blasters. The latter had a very limited use to the unimaginative, being viewed as more of a parlor trick. However, improvement was improvement, and the more resources Mojo had at his disposal, the more he could either avoid pointless conflict or end it in as sudden a manner as possible.
Fortunately, to begin honing psi abilities, Mojo had an edge: the stone Majin were gifted, used to to allow them to manifest telekinesis without any training. Part of the experimentation Mojo underwent had it implanted within his body instead of wearing it in an accessory like most. Through that, and constant practice of it (both during his time when he didn't have free will and during his journey of self-discovery), along with the fact he was channeling his will through something inside his body instead of in an accessory held outside it, gave him a certain feel for the particular brand of energy he was planning to tap into. It was different; didn't come from his body, wasn't tied to to that internal engine of infinite energy he had access to (although it was likely he could use that energy source in the same way to refuel himself from this as well). No, this was a mental skill; stronger mind, stronger psi. Mojo had no doubts about the strength of his mind and will at this time, not after the time spent learning both academically and about himself as a person.
Mojo's training place today was a rocky one, stones ranging from pebbles to boulder scattered all across the area. Beyond letting his energy do its normal task of stressing his body, he was abstaining from a kata today, requiring a bit more mental focus for this training session. Slowly, he first lifted a small rock in front of him using the magic stone in his body. Holding it steady, he began to examine his own mind; how it felt, what pressures he could feel, what feedback he received from using this esoteric skill. Eventually he felt/found it; small threads from his mind, of a different feel then his ki, grasping the stone in front of him, empowered by the magic stone implanted within him. Carefully, he began to move the stone before him in various directions, rotating it, orbiting it in a small area, throwing it up high with telekinesis, releasing the skill, and then using telekinesis again to catch it before it hit the ground. And as he worked, Mojo felt where his own skill began, at its very basics, and where the magic stone within him picked up.
Slowly, he began to wean his energy from the magic stone in his body, feeling strain as his own mind took over more and more of the effort of manipulating the stone before him. The rock wobbled erratically, no longer kept a smooth flight path, and the first few tosses he almost let the rock hit the ground. As he practiced more and more, however, he was able to bring his personal control to match the control he wielded with the magic stone. The flight of the stone smoothed out, it went exactly where he willed it to, and he was able to catch it wherever he wanted to after throwing it in the air. Eventually, he focused intently and crushed the rock in his mental grip, ensuring he did not make use of the magic stone within him. As it crumbled into gravel and dust, Mojo turned his attention to other rocks of shapes and sizes across the training ground.
For the next few hours he remained in one spot, manipulating the many rocks around him, crushing each within his mental grasp after a short time. Eventually an area around him was naught but gravel scattered across the ground. A small smile came to his lips.
"A good day."
((OOC: General training + unlock telekinesis skill without the use of racial Majin item.))
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Post by Mojo on Sept 12, 2022 21:00:01 GMT -6
More training. Today Mojo will focus on unlocking one of the greatest feats mortals dreamed of since there pre-technology days: unassisted flight. Well, unassisted as in unassisted by outside technology; internal energies was a different thing. This skill would be invaluable for a traveling nomad as himself to rapidly reach a destination; eventually as he grew stronger he'd be able to even fly through space instead of having to take spaceships! Eventually. Certainly not now though, not unless he truly did not care for how much time spent doing so, and unfortunately there was far too much to learn from others to spend so much time completely isolated.
In the future maybe.
Today he stood tall in his chosen training ground. He was unafraid of his learnings today; worst case scenario, if he lost control, he could simply catch himself with his telekinesis. Carefully, he reached deep within himself, bringing forth his ki. Slowly he engulfed his whole body in his aura, bathing the area around him in a green blow, before pulling the energy back within his body, not needing to so extravagantly use. From there he focused his energy, directed it downward, to push against the ever present pull of gravity he felt whenever he walked upon a planet (or inside a properly functioning starship for that matter). Not blasting out, not an attack, not now. Simply... pushing back against the pull.
Eyes closed, Mojo focused. He wore no shoes, feeling the rough ground upon his feet. He would achieve his goal once he no longer felt the ground underneath him, WITHOUT using his psychic skills to lift his body. Time passed; he could feel gravity's pull being lessened all across his body as he stressed his own Ki to match it, his body feeling lighter even the tiniest of bits with every passing moment. The tension ever present on an individual's body from standing against gravity's pull relaxed, as Mojo through force of will and training used his internal energy to deny gravity itself.
He felt weightless. The slightest breeze would move him, carry him away from his spot upon the ground. There was no force bearing him down anymore. Just himself, standing free, no weight, no burden; and in that moment he willed his internal energy to propel him beyond simply denying gravity, keeping his psychic powers firmly in check.
And in that next moment, he no longer felt the ground beneath his feet.
Opening his eyes Mojo would look down. Below him, there was a solid 3-4 inches of empty space between him and the ground. With that realization, the feeling of "Freedom" expanded massively, a large almost childish smile coming to his lips as he rose higher slowly but steadily. After reaching roughly five feet off the ground he began to tilt his body, manipulating his ki at the same time so he would not fall down, regardless of what position he took. After all, there was no point in being able to fly if you could only do so standing straight up (relative to whatever gravitational pull being dealt with at the time of course). Soon he was able to remain flying even when facing the ground. Taking a stance, he began to move through his katas, pushing his body in its normal ways, even as he rotated slowly in the air and orbited a small circle as he did so. Using his ki to both fight gravity and stress his own body as he normally did to improve it as resistance training.
The smile on his face had gotten smaller, but it was still there. A smile of accomplishment and freedom.
A good day.
((OOC: Training goals for this post: General improvement, develop "Flight" skill.))
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Post by Mojo on Sept 18, 2022 23:33:35 GMT -6
It was possible to use psychokinetic abilities to reinforce objects with your mind, making them equally as a dangerous as a blaster weapon or a blast of ki. However, such a thing was not well documented or even shown too often, mostly because few individuals refined their psychic abilities to that degree. However, Mojo's path was that of improvement in EVERY area, and that included refining his psychokinetic skills. Of course, the lack of documentation over strengthening psychic abilities was a bit of a problem. But Mojo was always creative.
In this case, the easiest solution was to simply pit his psychic abilities against his constantly improving his body ((Short hand? Smash rock imbued with mind powers until rock no longer go smashy by fist)). Conservation of mass: Matter cannot be destroyed or created, only reshaped. So, the easiest and cost effective solution for Mojo was to grab a boulder and shatter it apart with his hands. His goal was for his mind's power to keep the boulder from shattering in the first place, instead of simply reforming it each time.
His first few attempts... yeah his psychic powers were NOT up to par with his physical abilities, the boulder shattered in a single blow. It honestly took more time to repair it then to break it early on. But Mojo persevered: he KNEW this was possible, therefore it was only a matter of effort and time. After about a dozen attempts, Mojo started to feel a slight difference. Not in the durability of the rock, but in how it felt in his grip. Carefully, slowly, he pushed with his psychic skills, not to smash it, not just to hold the rock, but to strengthen it like his ki passively did for his body, imbue it. He focused for a few minutes solely on doing that before lashing out with a kick.
The rock... shattered. Again. But Mojo felt the difference; the rock did not break as easily from that one blow. Nodding to himself, he pulled the rock together and focused on it once more, channeling his psychic energy into both holding and empowering the rock. He maintained this for a long time, feeling a bit of a strain on his mind as he did so, as this was something new, but along the lines of something he was already doing. Finally, he felt like he hit the limit of empowering it, and lashed out with a punch.
The rock... did not shatter. It wobbled a little bit from the recoil of the blow, and it cracked a bit along where it had already broken previously. But otherwise it was unharmed. Releasing the rock from his grasp and letting it fall (and break apart into several bits on the ground), Mojo picked up a new rock, holding it in the air in front of him as he focused again, using his psychic skills faster then previously, now that he knew what needed to be done. After a period of time less then before, he eventually felt he hit the limit and lashed out with a kick on the new rock. It wobbled a bit in his grasp, there was some minor cracks around the point of impact, but all told it seemed more durable then the previously-constantly-shattered rock. With less time to do get it to that point as well.
The rest of Mojo's evening was refining his ability, both to hit the maximum power level he could imbue and to accelerate how fast he could so, with the goal being to nigh-instantly enhance an object held in his telekinetic grasp. At the end of the session Mojo carefully used his psychic power to rip a long piece of stone from the ground, shaping it as he did into the form of a smooth staff. Taking it in his hands, another small burst of psychic energy carved a neat hole into it in which he could set one of his prayer beads. Gently twirling the staff, he suddenly spun and slammed it against a nearby boulder, enhancing the staff as he did so. As the staff slammed down, the boulder cracked in half across the middle.
Mojo smiled.
A good day.
(((OOC: Training goals for this post: General improvement, develop "Advanced telekinesis" skill))
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Post by Mojo on Sept 21, 2022 16:23:37 GMT -6
Telepathy. The psychic skill to project one's thoughts and to dig into the thoughts of others. An honestly rare skill, at least among organic creatures. Most androids can communicate with one another telepathically, technically, but that was a different sort of set up. Mojo's goal was for the true psychic skill of hearing and projecting thoughts from and to anyone. He had a good starting point now: he was able to sense others, use his telekinesis without his magic stone, and even use his telekinesis to infuse objects with his mental strength to reinforce them, in the process feeling the make-up of the object to a certain extent. All of these skills combined would allow Mojo to start his work in thought manipulation.
Mojo had wandered into a forest for his training today, taking flight to minimize the sounds he made, prayer beads not being worn for once. Using all of his skill as a previously trained assassin and various professions that required silent unnoticed movement, Mojo weaved soundless through the tree branches, searching for wildlife on the ground. He could go with flying creatures to train against, but for now a larger creature would more blatantly show any effects on its mind. Eventually he came across a large ursine-type animal maneuvering through the trees, bushes and small twigs being crushed under it as it did. Perfect.
It seemed fairly active and alert to its surroundings, so this would be a good test subject. Mojo hovered directly over it silently, pondering how best to go about this. Pain projection would be later, tiredness/sleepiness he would likely need to pull from the memories of other beings/beasts to properly emulate do to his own inability to sleep for such a long time... Ah. Angering a bear tends to be a rather loud and noticeable reaction. That would do. And Mojo had PLENTY of anger to draw from, even if he kept himself calm and controlled constantly. Keeping pace with the wandering bear, hovering silently directly over it, Mojo reached out with his more.... esoteric senses.
First was ki sense, feeling the life energy of the being before him. Along with just generally feeling, he focused more intently to feel the state of that being, based on the current feeling radiating through its ki. Strength, territorial instincts... some hunger. About normal for an animal. Mojo then reached out with his telekinesis, feeling the beast before him with his mind, not grabbing it at this time, not lashing out yet. Finally he took the next step, of infusing his will, not to reinforce or strengthen his control, but to press in with his mind, feel even deeper. On inanimate objects this was a non-issue; there was no feedback beyond his own telekinetic sense, no mind or thoughts to be touched upon. But this was a living being, perhaps not sapient, but definitely sentient, with feelings and thought processes of its own.
At first he felt nothing beyond what his ki sense told him. But he kept pushing, kept feeling, kept keeping himself open from this one source... Slowly, ever so slowly, he began to feel more. The hunger deep in the belly. The plant growth being crushed under paws and bulk, small twigs being caught briefly in fur before being shaken off with its movements. The feeling of "This is MINE" while wandering his-its territory. Just the surface level, absolutely feather light touch on its thought processes, but he felt it. Now for the next part.
Mojo maintained what he was doing, and dived into his own memories. Where was... there. Compartmentalization of one's thoughts with an accompanying mind palace developed from a combination of eidetic memory, android programming, and several years of meditation made it a lot easier to retrieve distant memories. Also to simply grab emotions related to said memories, or just emotions in general. Pulling forth the anger he felt when he was first freed and finally realized how truly horrifying everything he experienced was, he stripped away the memories and specifics so only the raw anger remained. Years of meditation to achieve control and disassociation from the specific memory at this current time helped him with calling forth the anger without losing himself to it. Once all that was left was the raw anger, he began to push the emotion into the ursine's mind.
Nothing happened. Immediate success was not a thing. But Mojo had all the time he desired, and did not let up. Eventually the bear grew a bit agitated, its movements more forceful, Mojo able to FEEL the suddenly building irritation and anger within the beast. He did not stop broadcasting, but now that the beast was feeling its own anger, Mojo carefully fed what the beast felt with copies of its own emotions, the irritation of so many bushes being in its way, the anger of not immediately finding food to sate its hunger, hunger feeding anger, irritation feeding agitation, anger and agitation swirling within its mind agitated by every little thing pessimism increasing all in a negative light anger growling rage Rage Raage RAGE RAGE
The beast roared, the sound of its anger echoing loudly within the forest. Trees shook and birds took off in fear from the sound. As the beast charged forward to rampage until its sudden anger was spent in one way or another, Mojo ceased following it, no longer paying attention to it, already having succeeded. He instead flew higher, staying within the trees but casting his senses up... there. A bird. Something new. Mojo reached out once more, feeling its agitation at the suddenly rampaging monster below it, that feeling slowly bleeding away as the feeling of the wind under wings overtook it, the sense of security from anything below it washing the agitation away slowly. There was a sense of joy and freedom present in its mind as Mojo felt it. Mojo memorized this feeling, as he did all he felt from the bear; you never know what knowledge may come in handy, even the senses and memories of beasts.
Anger had already proven fruitful, so now... Pain. Mojo had a lot of pain to draw upon. Let's see... Limbs too different, torso is rather differently shaped, no beak... General brain pain or organ pain. Head, then. Diving once more into his memory, he searched for the experiments involving in-depth physical analysis of his brain while he did various tasks, as well as the various tests of how long it took to recover from various injuries. Pulling those forth in his mind, he stripped all related things from the memory/sense of pain, just as he did the anger before. And then he slammed that sensation of such agony to one's head into avian's thought processes.
An avian scream rung out as the bird dropped from the sky, the sensation of pain overwhelming its mind and normal senses. Mojo followed it down as it fell, carefully pulling all he could from its mind and diving even deeper to pull from its memories. Food, satisfaction, more flying, terror, food, sleep, exhaustion, tiredness.... Mojo delved deep into its mind and copied all he could from its memories for sensations he could use in the future. And as he did he dulled the sense of pain, letting other emotions and sensations of its body resume and take place over the pain. Eventually the bird actually did manage to catch itself and fly away rather groggily. Mojo did not give chase, crossing his legs beneath him in midair as he pondered.
That sensation of pain... The bird might have not been able to catch itself just from the sheer pain. If he had kept feeding it more pain, it definitely wouldn't have. Image training was a belief of one's mind so deep it effected the physical body. Something Mojo himself used on a regular basis to train himself to improve every single day. Possibilities were before him. But he had proven to himself he could do this, effect minds and delve into them for information. For animals at least. Moving himself to rest his back against a tree, the next step now was to perform these tasks on multiple animals, much like he could move multiple objects with his telekinesis.
Reaching out with his senses, Mojo felt for the residents of the forest. The birds, the beasts, the aquatic life in the river flowing through it. And he observed, their every motion, their feelings as they went through life (the bear was calming down from its sudden (artificially induced) rampage). He felt what they felt, dived into their minds carefully, discreetly, knowing what they knew, going into their memories of hunger and pain and joy and satisfaction and just exploring the memories of their lives and the sensations of those memories.
And he pushed. He pushed the sense of exhaustion into a fish, causing it to be slapped out of the water by a bear. He caused the sensation of fear into a deer, causing it to suddenly bolt from predators looking to dive upon it. Pain into limbs caused the animals to limp for a time until it passed. Memories of scents were used to lure rival animals to stumble across each other, memories of anger used to fuel the blood rage battles. Pushing down the pain with memories of adrenaline and feeling the strength of one's body to go beyond a beast's normal limits, fighting harder. Mojo pushed and felt and manipulated the natural world around him, simply exploring all of life through multiple mediums.
He did this through the day and through the night, changing to different animals as the nocturnal beings rose from their slumber, diving into the dreams of those he already manipulated with his telepathy. And as a new dawn approached Mojo discreetly returned to the city he was staying on this planet, heading to a Cafe in a popular and bustling area of the city surrounded by shops and restaurants and theaters. He would order a drink, sit back to watch the news, and reach out again. He felt the laughter of people playing games, the people hating or loving their work as they went about their day, the anger of arguments, the tastes of food and drinks (beyond the multiple drinks and a few meals he ordered throughout the day), the fear and excitement as individuals watched movies.
As night fell and he retired to a hotel room, he did not stop. He felt the workers at night go about their business, felt the joys of various couples enjoying their time together, the exhaustion of others working beyond their limits. He specifically focused, feeling for the lowlife criminals. He felt their emotions as they worked, the anger and dark joy in what they did. The fear and anger of their victims. As he delved deeper into this ability, Mojo began to interfere. The sounds of police sirens echoed in minds to scare them away. A woman's fear was drowned out with anger to defend herself, memories of a self-defense class coming to the fore as she surged forward to protect herself, Mojo's own knowledge of martial arts and humanoid bodies slipped in discreetly to help guide her movements on where to strike to subdue her attacker. A man's son hiding in a corner suddenly surging forth to hit an assailant in the knees, distracting and buying time for the man to disarm the assailant who felt far more pain then a simple tackle to knees would have caused from such a young child, head ringing incredibly loudly from a short fall landing far more wrong then he had thought.
These events and many more would occur, Mojo sometimes interfering, sometimes merely watching. He would maintain this over the course of a week, gaining more memories and sensations to tap into, focusing solely on being discreet, unfelt, on being able to either fool others by overwhelming their senses or by carefully manipulating things so it is their own belief of things (aided perhaps by whispers speaking of darker or brighter of events past and present, betrayals made from minor irritations, magnified emotions could cause such interesting reactions coupled with pulling forth the right memories), but never felt directly, no link to Mojo with his actions and sensing. Mojo was to be unfelt, unknown, even as he played with emotions and copied knowledge from around him.
A soft smile would come to his face as he sipped his drink, watching the news coverage of a police sting taking down a large drug dealing operation in the city. The police on screen spoke of miraculous breakthroughs, details of cases being pieced together like a puzzle for their investigators, the people of the street they spoke with somehow always remembering something relevant to pull it all together. The investigation somehow not being stopped by a mole in the police department or watchers on the street never noticing.
Several good days.
((OOC: Training goals for this post: General improvement, develop "Telepathy" skill))
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Post by Mojo on Feb 5, 2023 17:17:13 GMT -6
After so long asleep, Mojo needed to get back into actively training, working to empower himself. Miji on its pillow beside him and staff in hand, Mojo focused his mind and energies once more. To begin with, he began the normal process of constantly straining his internal reserves by using his already present energy to stress his body lightly while continuously pulling from the engine inside him. By doing so, he lightly pushed and continued his growth via conflict between his body and his ki.
That process resumed, as it unfortunately stopped during his deep meditation, Mojo opened his eyes. His now golden eyes that could SEE, better then before by far, a change in his very being brought about by that otherworldly gift. Still, one he could accommodate and push further. Beings could extend their sensory range and perceive far part their general surroundings, not just a ki sense but actually viewing areas far away, so long as they had a familiarity of some sort with the area. Mojo felt that his newfound eyes would be well adapted to such a technique, with the proper focus and application of energy.
Directing his attention outward, Mojo focused on his vision. He could see so many details then before with his new eyes, and even see farther then before, or at least process information to better perceive what is farther away from him. He chose for his meditations to be outside of town by a significant distance, enough that the buildings were blurs even with his new eyesight. This, of course, made them perfect tests for enhancing his vision. Concentrating, Mojo settled his eyes on the buildings in the distance. Carefully, he began to channel energy to his eyes, at the same time directing his ki sense to focus upon only what his eyes were perceiving.
Slowly, very slowly, his field of vision expanded. He could better see and make out details of plants that were out of his normal effective range of vision from where he was currently sitting. Admittedly if Mojo was human or purely biological in nature he might be suffering from a sort of sensory overload with this boosted perception, however between the malleability of Majin's and the technology integrated into him to enhance his mental capabilities, this was of far less risk.
Mojo continued, pushing his enhanced vision further, taking in more and more of his boosted line of sight as he kept searching with his eyes, kept looking farther with his powered vision. Eventually, after a few hours, the city itself came into view along with its inhabitants. Not letting up, Mojo continued his focus, and slowly the individual details such as the coloration of the clothes the beings were wearing became visible to him. Eventually he was able to read the signs on the buildings and streets, as clearly as if he was across the street from them.
Forcing himself to blink as more of a focus to refocus his eyes on his immediate surroundings then any real benefit from blinking, he shook his head to center himself, wooden beads clacking gently at the motion. Opening his eyes again he began to focus once more, planning to repeat this over and over until he could so within moments as the need arose. A small smile was on his lips.
"A good day."
((OOC: General improvement, development of the "Far Sight" skill.))
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Post by Mojo on Mar 22, 2023 16:20:39 GMT -6
Today Mojo would spend refining the ability he first started developing when learning magic with Nen. Floating in an open field, Miji in his lap and staff in hand, he pondered. What he began developing was Nen's method for forming objects... But it wasn't the only method. After all, Majin were not crafted that way, and he distinctly recalled reading that Conjuration was the art of calling things forth, not just from pulling it from the environment but also from a long distance or from another dimension. Calling things forth from elsewhere seemed perhaps more feasible and usable ANYWHERE then what he practiced under Nen.
Now fortunately, Mojo was aware this was possible. It was just a matter of manipulating magic to his will to manifest the outcome. Mojo raised his free hand, focusing on the energy he emanated. Water. The key goal here was to call forth water. In much larger amounts then the simple bowl-full he had done previously, though even that was a rather miraculous feat for a single being not using technology. Wasn't there a tale of beings worshipping... never mind, not important. If it was important it would come to him. Mojo focused his mind and will upon his magic, for the sole intent of calling forth WATER in front of him, not caring as much about HOW it appeared and more about CALLING it before him.
Mojo fed energy from his ki into his magic energy. This was something he had already decided upon a while ago: ki would be used to reinforce his body and fuel the magic, while magic itself would be used for workings externally. His psionics would be used for communication as needed and for versatile manipulation of already present objects. Focusing his will upon the concept of water, of it being called forth before him through his magic, Mojo readied his will and spoke the mental/verbal trigger to enact the spell.
"Auqa."
At his word, he felt and watched as the magic shifted before him as water poured out of thin air before him. The water would start falling to the ground until he reached out and mentally caught it, gathering the water until a globe of water was before him, much much larger then his previous attempt. Mojo nodded to himself; more water at the cost of more power, and less precision in where it came from by focusing upon key facts of magic. Conjuration did NOT have to pull from directly around him, although it could. A moment's thought let the globe fall apart and splash before him on the ground. Mojo would smile as he raised his hand before him again, preparing to call forth the water from anywhere, around him, far away, it did not matter. This spell's sole purpose was to call forth water, regardless of source.
Now if he focused on a SPECIFIC source or say water filled with cleaning chemicals... something for later. For now?
Another good day.
((OOC: General improvement, development of spell "Auqa".
"Auqa" - Aqua backwards; conjure forth water, gallons of water up to power level))
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Post by Mojo on Jun 6, 2023 13:23:04 GMT -6
Mojo was... concerned, there was no other way to put it. Previously he had been content with growing at his own pace, assured in his ability to survive most anything, between his Majin regeneration and skills he had developed to help get him out of a situation. Over the last few years he had developed further skills that could be attributed for combat, but he preferred to use them to deflect and support, having little taste for violence anymore. However... Between the incident with Lieutenant Caffra, the issue with someone hunting dragon balls that truly scared Nen that she forced him away for his safety, and the bio android that almost did severe damage to him... He was able to dodge barely the attack, and that attack was several magnitudes beyond his own power. If he hadn't been able to dodge, if the attack wasn't so small, if he didn't have so much time of warning, if Vierzehn wasn't there to face it down, Nen there to help blind it and allow them to escape... If. If. If. Same scenario with Caffra at the time; if Sojun hadn't been there and offered his blade to help subdue her, the corrupted Dragon Ball empowered Tuffle would have done severe damage to them all. Mojo... was concerned. Previously this would not have been an issue, as he was a lone Wanderer for a reason. However he had grown attached to Guardian Nen as a friend, and his curiosity about the Dragon Balls would likely drag him into more situations. Tied to that, this new bio android somehow tied to his past that he had no warning of, that completely outclassed him. It was pure luck that it's planning capabilities pushed it to strike out when someone as strong as Vierzehn was nearby. Mojo... did not like surviving by luck and the random good intentions of others. These were not things to rely on. So he needed to train seriously now, and he needed to accumulate power. Rapidly. To prepare for the next Caffra incident or next bio android. Or the next threat to Plant, as Nen would likely involve herself once again and while more powerful then him, Nen was even less of a fighter. Which was why he was considering something inherently risky. Caffra, when forcibly fused with a Dragon Ball, corrupted though it may have been, escalated Rapidly in power, outstripping all on the scene save Sojun and his attendant in a very short period of time. A Dragon Ball Mojo had. Two Dragon Balls, even. Mojo didn't have the ability to corrupt a Dragon Ball, obviously, however he had an array of other skills and knowledge he could put to use to try and work with the Dragon Balls' power. Work with, not rely on, because he was well aware even attempting to drain a magical artifact such as these would be... disastrous. Probably why corruption of it was necessary, for Caffra to be forced into using it. No, Mojo had a different yet similar idea. His thought process was this: He knew the magic of the Dragon Balls would consume Ki to empower themselves after his experiments with it. Ki he had a technically limitless source of; converted from his android reactor. So, he could essentially feed the Dragon Balls, in return for the wishful Magic work he would attempt. He already knew magic could replace the use of Ki for most; as a Majin, he could take it even further, as it was Magic that formed him first, not the life energy of Ki. He could likely run off of mostly purely Magic power. So theoretically, he could rapidly develop just by being powered by raw magic, magic he would be taking from the Dragon Balls admittedly as they were older and more developed in terms of magic, more malleable as wish granting devices, but in return he would them Ki constantly converted at a steady rate from his reactor's power; an ever increasing rate as he himself grew stronger, inducing a sort of feedback empowering loop. To accomplish actually empowering himself... He was already used to infusing his body with Ki, or Magic, for general empowerment. He had a technique for empowering his body even further, his JoJo Jabbing, that could be adapted to empowering his whole body instead of just his body. And he had a full body transformation technique, a magic based one, which could in theory use the principles of his empowerment technique and the raw power output of the Dragon Balls to truly transform him something stronger and able to evolve and grow more powerful even faster. Theory. All theory, though lining up consistently with all the facts he had before him. Of course this was a HIGHLY dangerous experiment, so he had left Miji with Nen at the GMS, citing his training today would be unsafe for immobile defenseless bystanders such as Miji. Which was true. Mojo had flown off after to the nearest forest and now floated in the branches and leaves of the trees; concealed from casual visual observation. Lowering his staff, a brief application of psychic power unscrewed the top to reveal the Dragon Ball within that he carefully took in his hand. These artifacts were old enough and powerful enough that even without summoning a dragon with all 7, there had to be some sort of limited sentience within. "Equivalent exchange... You are a wish granter, even in parts. And magic is the act of powered miracles. So, I wish to become more powerful and constantly grow further more powerful, a wish I will put into play with magic of my own mixed with yours, in return for feeding you Dragon Balls Ki so I am not stealing, merely bargaining. A trade, energy for energy. I wish to transform and evolve into a being of more power, while still retaining who I am. This can and will be done." With those words intoned to the Dragon Balls, both the one in him and the one in his hand, Mojo carefully swallowed the Dragon Ball. Two now in his system, he pulled as hard as he could from his internal reactor, drawing as much as possible into Ki even if it hurt and pushing that ki at the Dragon Balls, taking his magic and from the magic of the Dragon Balls to completely engulf his form similar to a ki aura. He then took that magic even further and pushed to strengthen his body akin to the principles of his self empowerment technique. Finally he focused all of his will and pressed it against his body and the magic he was pulling so much from. Interestingly, there was a name for his transformation technique. Fitting to use it now as he attempted such a dangerous transformation. Majin, Self, Powerful, Evolving, Growing, Humanoid were the key concepts he focused on with this magic transformation; any detail beyond those concepts would be left to the wish granting magic power of the Dragon Balls. "Henshin!" OOC: Goals this post: General empowerment, highly dangerous experimental full body/mind/power strengthening attempt using Divine Grade artifacts fueled by as much Ki as he could convert from his reactor, ?
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Post by Vo Lang on Jun 11, 2023 12:25:32 GMT -6
Mojo's power level increases by 40%
Mojo is no longer a Majin
Mojo retains his self
Mojo transforms!
Eternal Draco - Mojo is now a member of the race of Shadow Dragons. The Ball appears as a blue dragon ball with black stars somewhere on his body, and he is changed into a humanoid dragon mixture with wings or without and spikes or horns, or a mixture of both.
Trait: That which created them. The Shadow Dragons are heavily influenced by the Wish that created them, Mojo's wish was to grow stronger, thus he is bestowed with an urge to become more powerful and is now tied to The Dragon Balls. Each transformation he obtains will be 3% stronger.
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Post by Mojo on Jun 11, 2023 16:39:17 GMT -6
((NOT a training post))
Mojo.... was disoriented. That was a VAST understatement for what he was currently experiencing, but it was a start. He had shifted dramatically, he could tell, with a, to him, significant boost in power. Almost half again what he was at previously. And he was still himself, at a mental spiritual level. Which was, all things considered when experimenting with a divine level artifact of power, a good thing.
However... he had changed. His reactor was gone, consumed for what he had just done. And his new form... he could feel it, this was as he had gone for, permenant. He ran a hand down his arm slowly. His SCALE COVERED arm. His entire body had scales now. Likely... reptilian, or draconian, considering the origins of his wish/bargain. He had horns too, he definitely felt those additions to his head, and his skull and facial structure had changed. And he could feel the Dragon Ball he just ate at the small of his back. Concealed by clothes easily enough, but also basically fused into his body. The other, which had spawned Miji, sat comfortably still in his stomach.
And mentally... while unchanged, there was something. An urge, a drive, to grow stronger. Focused urge, not the lackadaisical approach to self improvement and knowledge that he had previously. And this... was likely as permenant as his bodily changes were.
Oh well. He had 20 years of meditation to discover himself and firm up his idea of who he was. While he wouldn't be able to suppress this new urge, he could work with it, manage it; his will and mental prowess were well trained. And... he still maintained his eyes, his decoy, his curse... and oh he maintained that too.
Another puff of smoke would engulf his form, returning him back to his old Majin appearance. But now this was the Disguise, his current appearance was now the draconian one. But that was alright. Everything had a price, and for day to day affairs maintaining his old appearance was easy.
Where to go from here...
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Post by Mojo on Jun 17, 2023 15:09:04 GMT -6
As Mojo had developed water before, now was the time to add another element to his arsenal. He was not inclined to delve into air or stone; both of these elements he could already manipulate to a certain extent through his telekinesis, and they tended to already be present materials wherever he went. So that left fire, of the four main elements.
Rather fitting that his new form was draconian now, a being commonly associated with fire. Huh, that did make him wonder... Mojo shook his head. Something to consider later, when he didn't have a goal to work on. Fire. Flame, as it were. Practically a living substance: it devoured greedily most anything, it grew wildly when it could, and could be suggested to have an unconscious symbiotic connection with mortals. This last bit was Mojo noting the connection of Flames to security, warmth, and light, and thus many viewed fire as protective. Also, Flames were commonly associated with hearths, key aspects of people's homes.
So, fire and flames. Mojo outstretched a hand, palm up, focusing. Fire required fuel, normally oxygen and something to catch alight such as wood. However, in this scenario, raw magic would, technically, serve just as well. Fire would, when fed properly, provide light and heat to very intense degrees. Smoke... not always, as a hot enough flame gave no smoke, a good example being stars. Equally, depending on the material, a single flame could produce voluminous amounts of choking cloying smoke. It all depended, and as the fuel of choice here was Magic and will, it would depend on what form Mojo chose for it to conjure.
So. Flame, heat and light, brilliant and entrancing, warmth and protection... Mojo focused his mind, his will, on the concepts of fire, of a small smokeless candle flame. Mustering his will and shaping the magic that was not intrinsically a part of him, even more then before with how changed he had become, he spoke his chosen word.
"Emalf."
His will manifest, a small flame would spark over his palm, hovering and burning merrily of its own accord, fueled by his will and magic. Focusing intently, Mojo would twist his hand beneath it, letting it dance across his scales carefully with an effort of will. After some time testing this he spoke another word.
"Auqa."
A small ball of water would splash over his hand. Nodding in satisfaction, Mojo would spend the rest of the day experimenting with his spell of fire, conjuring and manipulating Flames of many sizes and varying types, from smokeless blinding balls of fire to roaring fires engulfing the area around him in smoke (careful to douse each flame with water), shaping the called forth Flames into animals to test and build the controls, and cause the Flames to snuff out with his spell. A single word, turned to allow him to conjure and manipulate many things within that word. That was Mojo's magic. A smile would adorn his face as a bird of fire would soar above him in the sky, many hours later, only to burn away into nothingness with a thought.
A good day.
((OOC: General improvement, spell "Emalf".
"Emalf" (Em-alf): Flame spell that allows the caster to conjure and manipulate fire.
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Post by Mojo on Jun 26, 2023 22:19:12 GMT -6
Mojo today decided to develop a new spell based on lightning. Lightning specifically was on Mojo's idea after watching Vierzehn used it so well on combination with his water spell, against the android that ambushed them. Plus Mojo was well used to electricity as a concept, previously making use of it with his engine before he offered it to the Dragon Ball, as well as... previous incidents.
Anyway. Electricity was a most useful thing. Being able to conjure it on command had a wide variety of uses. Powering electronics, overloading them, bright loud flashes... quick. Lightning was quick. While the spell would be based off Mojo's own power, he could possibly reduce the raw power of the bolt to keep its inherent electrical traits and speed it up to be closer to the speed of lightning.
A simple word... Shock will do. More a descriptor of the intended effect but it would still work. Static discharge, bioelectricity, lightning in the clouds, machinery... All of these images and ideas embraced that of electricity. Concentrating it in his hand, in the tip of his finger, he pointed up in the sky, the clear sky where nothing would be hit (and Mojo could NOT power a bolt that would hit space... probably...). Speed and brightness over the actual power.
"Kcohs!"
A brilliantly bright bolt of lightning, bright even to be blinding and not even factor in color, sped out from his finger up into the sky, a resounding thunder Crack from the ionized air pressure occurring shortly after. Pausing for a moment to lightly tap his palm against his ear, Mojo mused that he was quite glad he could see in near any condition or he'd have some nasty spots in his eyes. Also that possibly this spell might give tinnitus.
... Meh. Even without the Majin healing factor, he would heal just fine. Be good for distractions and stunning opponents. Alternatively, it'll be nice to help charge electronics when he's traveling again. Hmm, on that note, maybe he should invest in a phone to stay in touch with people he befriends such as Nen...
The rest of the day was spent alternating between combative lightning bolts and generating an electrical charge in general.
A good day.
(OOC: General improvement, spell "Kcohs".
"Kcohs" (Shock): A lightning spell. Combat wise, it generates a brilliantly bright bolt of electricity traveling at +20% Mojo's PL for Speed but only hitting for -20% Mojo's PL
Out of combat, can generate varying degrees of electrical charges to help recharge or power electronic devices or machinery))
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Post by Mojo on Jul 3, 2023 21:18:33 GMT -6
It was high time Mojo learned to conceal his energies. Or more accurately, put into practice the skill he had learned of. He had previously shied away from doing so... because he had little desire to develop any skill from his assassin training. Being brutally honest, he had previously had little need to conceal his power level; he did not seek conflict, and his power unbidden was enough to dissuade your common thug. However, recent events had shown that he would need to tap into all of his skills and tactics to survive and thrive as the draconian change he had undergone urged him to do.
So. Energy concealment. A trick Mojo could use to pass unnoticed in the middle of a warzone... or to obscure himself used in tandem with his transformations. Pulling one's energy deep within oneself until it could no longer be sensed, save for the deepest and most potent searches for energy. Breathe in, grip one's energy. Breathe out, pull it into himself. Breathe in, firm the grip on his energy. Breathe out, pull it in more tightly.
And so Mojo kept repeating this set of motions, until even he found it difficult to sense his own energy beyond the tight grip he had it in. Further practice would lead to him being able to do it faster and faster, until he was able to suppress his own energy with but a thought. Mojo began to experimentally move his body while keeping himself suppressed. Something else that would take time, getting used to moving while suppressing himself. Doing it properly, he would likely eventually be able to move at his top speed while staying suppressed...
Along with keeping it suppressed for some of his other tricks. Transforming took no build up of power, while leaving behind a shell... would work even better with this, leaving a shot of energy to fake his presence in the shell while he suppressed his own. Actually using his various tricks and abilities... he would have to keep them to the level of suppression he was at. Lovely, unless he was careful with his setup he would always announce when he attacked, at least for any real hits. Still, set up and repositioning were massive parts of combat, and suppression would let him do so discreetly. Additionally, this ability would allow him to in general pass about overlooked, especially if combined with his transformations.
Tactics and strategies ran through his mind. There were many distinct possibilities. The only remaining issue... was concealing the Dragon Balls. They were not his energy, and they had a unique energy of their own. Something to work on next. Mojo was still leery of fusing with the other Ball in his possession, despite the urgings and fact he would get more power from doing so. It was not yet safe, and Mojo refused to lose who he was. So figuring out suppression of the Balls would have to involve suppressing the one he was fused to and the one in his stomach he had yet to do so with.
Work for later though. This... this was good progress. A good day.
((OOC: Development of Energy Suppression))
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Post by Mojo on Jul 10, 2023 23:55:11 GMT -6
Delving into his assassin skills, Mojo had recently developed the ability to suppress his own energy. A useful tool in a variety of ways to be sure. There was unfortunately a flaw in it. Ki sensing was the most common method of detecting someone, and incredibly prevalent. However, there were a few who could detect magical signatures. While this would normally be no issue for Mojo, as suppressing his magical signature would be akin to suppressing his ki, he has two objects in his possession that were radically different from his own magical signature.
The Dragon Balls. Artifacts of immense magical power. Quite honestly, if they weren't THE most powerful magical items in existence... they probably weren't far off, even when not collected together to summon the Dragon tied to them. Which Mojo knew there was great potential there... but later. Much later, when he wasn't likely to be killed for seeking them directly. Even with his new nature, he had a long road to go to survive against the true warriors or the Universe.
Anyway. The Dragon Balls. Their signature needed to be hidden away, if Mojo was going to perform any sort of skullduggery, be it in combat or in general. So he needed a method to hide them. Well, it had worked before... there was no way his own signature would be able to, on its own, enshroud on its own that of the Dragon Balls. The one in his stomach, perhaps, as it was literally in the core of his energy and flesh, but the one embedded into his spine... No, that one was not so easily hidden.
But perhaps a different path. He was already draconic, so this would hopefully not make things worse. It might even empower him further, but honestly that was a lesser concern for Mojo. Made lesser only by focusing on the idea that stealth and trickery could easily subvert raw power and allow more time to accumulate more power in the long run. Instincts needed to be kept reined in, yes they did... Mojo took a deep breath, focusing.
Forming his energy to cover the surface of the Dragon Balls, that was easy enough. Their magical energy was seeping out still, because there was no way he could actively suppress their energy. But step 2: mold his energy to engulf both Dragon Balls at the same time, leaving an energy tunnel of sorts through his flesh where his ki and magic did not block or even attempt to block the Dragon Balls energy that was seeping out. The goal with this creation was to try and guide the Dragon Balls to push their energy towards one another.
Finally, while doing this, Mojo would focus on directly taking in any further energy leaking from the Dragon Balls. Immediately after, he would push that energy back into them, keeping within his own system enough to reinforce the energy tunnel that hid them and to strengthen himself. What he took to directly strengthen himself, he would also feed a portion of his own personal energies back to the Dragon Balls, both the one infused to him and the one not yet done so. Another bargain of sorts, taking power to give power, not directly taking from the Dragon Balls but instead symbiotically feeding them as he fed from the energy they broadcasted freely already. Instead of trying to directly enshroud them, instead cover them and urge them to loop into one another, any magical energy that didn't go to one another under the cover of his energy instead he took directly to hide better and strengthen himself.
All of these thoughts kept looping in his head as Mojo focused and manipulated both his energy and the mystical power leaking from the Dragon Balls. Eventually, with a lot of practice, this would take as little thought as his own energy suppression, and would maybe even take over his old method of taking energy from his generator when he was still a Majin experimented on. Eventually.
((OOC: Developing a method to suppress the Dragon Balls' energy signature with his own. Part of this is directly feeding from what they're emanating passively to keep their energy from being broadcasted. Note this is only what they are EMANATING, and even then only what he can't direct to go back to the Balls directly, and he himself is not directly taking from the Dragon Balls))
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