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Post by Rhona Hall on Sept 28, 2022 16:43:55 GMT -6
There were but a couple of places where Rhona could get a quiet space. There were the solitary cells, the library, and the chapel. Solitary cells were not bad she kind of liked getting the room to herself but she didn’t want to take one of those up. While the other choices had officers and potential for other traffic to try and disturb her she would take the chances.
Her next move was not going to be that difficult for her to accomplish anyway. She’s known how to do it or how to get it started. Since she got to this point it wasn’t going to be that big a challenge.
There was a change of mind on Rhona’s part. Something with her new Uncle’s arrival gave her the resolve to consider a better plan. She hadn’t considered maybe some beings were far too cowardly to come forth outright and face her. She just welcomes the face to face solution to any problem but some lacked her bravado.
She entered the chapel one other sat and prayed their heart out to one of the effigy at the front of the room. Religion was something she was familiar with though not very practiced in any of the common ones she had her own credo to her family. It was about as religious as any one else. And someone had decided decades ago, before it even involved Rhona it was going to take that away. What ever events would transpire in the past were going to keep chasing and she is next.
Thanks Mom, Dad,…Grandma. They gave her enough time to get this far.
And while she is never one to strike an opponent in the back and unprepared there was no shame in taking advantage of Blind spots and Openings. These are created when an opponent has no idea what you are truly capable of.
So as she finds a place in a quiet corner of the chapel an officer looks her over but doesn’t move. She sits and crosses her legs, then her eyes close. Like everyone Qi around her she can sense them within hers strong or not hers definitely hit a big range. She grinned a bit seeing how proud of herself she was.
But this had to go.
So she let her reach free and grow to its limits, have it swirl in a current and under her control. Her hands came up and she would imagine this energy fitting in the palm of her hands. It needed to come down to that level. And so it would swirl and vortex into her control as it willed just the same as if she moved a finger. And down it came as she willed it within her body it would contain itself where it always lived but where it would rest rather than rage.
Where it settled rather than flow. Where she would hide it rather than show it.
Rhona is learning Energy Suppression - Able to hide your Power Level from scouters or Energy Sense
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Post by Rhona Hall on Oct 5, 2022 10:21:18 GMT -6
And so she come to the point where her Qi is just visually like everyone else. She got that out of the way and would take her senses further. Since the recent days she has tried this on a number of occasions with all the other women, guards, and other staff by not just seeing their Ki but pinpointing a deeper understanding. Not many people here seemed to be hiding what they have but she would definitely try and prod her reach with seeing if any one just might be.
She would spread her view far maybe if anyone was hiding keeping an eye on her they aught to be known.
She focused on individuals one at a time to find a substantial amount of ki she would look closely at the Ki signatures and would try to find a difference between the ki they showed and they ki they hid much like her own. The prisoners, the guards, the staff… whoever might be outside. She took reference at all she could see and studied the attributes of that Ki some were erratic and some were calm. Most however we’re just little glows in someone who hadn’t yet tapped into that power or maybe didn’t have the ability to do so.
What was seen and what can be found? Rhona stayed like this until the security guard in charge of the chapel nudged her thinking she was in here taking a nap but also to tell her it was dinner time.
She blows raspberries in discontent and stands up. But as she opened her eyes she looked around saw a different view of the world. And there were fewer blind spots for her now.
Rhona wants to learn: True Sense - Able to sense that someone is suppressing their Power Level. (Must learn energy sense first)
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Post by Rhona Hall on Apr 18, 2023 12:50:02 GMT -6
At a pit stop along snake way a little bit ago and now more than ever she thought to stretch and really go through her motions. Her fists boxed the air but the wind that picked up with them was pounding against open space. She aimed away from the public and breathed her moves were quicker than anyone could see and her body was forced to grow warm. She strive to gain speed anything to test and push herself. When you can fly moves with Boxing intentions were almost mute if unless you could pin your opponent.
So as her hands flew through the air she opened her fists occasionally to grasp the imaginary opponents. Much like game plays in sports and theory moves in chess you can understand that in various fighting styles there will be coming for you or the kinds of defenses they put up and she played them in her head. Her fighting style was still changing, this she realized. And the faces she imagined changed too.
Her school mates, her father, her grandmother, Limax, other champions in the tournament, other women fighting for Mt. Olympus, Maiz, Onyan. They all offered something for Rhona to evolve from. Even after all these years.
Her flight took up her leg and it curled around invisible heads. She was practicing locks which didn’t need a ground or adjusted them to evolve something that could work better. She looked around at the Oni and Snake clans imagining the coils of the snakes come for her one after another. The swing of an Oni weapon or the bite of powerful fangs on each side to start delving more inspiration from. Yagi had great strength and stature leverage always had to be one of her biggest strengths. It was just naturally how she needed to survive.
She halted suddenly as she saw her companions on this trip appear and prepare the nimbus for another departure.
She breathed calmly and she looked to the end of Snake way. It was a horizon like any other and it was yet another one which she’ll chase.
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Post by Rhona Hall on Apr 25, 2023 1:48:12 GMT -6
While at the hot spring she was able to relax and have a real bath. As she did a quick wash and rinse on a stool next to some hand held shower tools she got a look at the scars on her body and wondered if she was putting herself through too much? None of them hindered her much maybe she should dive better into using her Ki to prevent further damages. Grandma had a knee that ached when the weather was bad and not to mention the scars she liked showing off. The scars her dad liked showing off too. He hadn’t quite got to the age his scars would develop any hindrances or annoyances.
Rhona’s only physical concern were if her mother could see her… the woman would break down and cry. She fretted enough to Rhona about how hard it was to find rings to get her because of her big knuckles.
Limax gave her some really big ones including the one on her face and on her side. Those tickled a bit from the nerve endings. Maybe she can work on that. They were still kind of new wounds even if healed over. At the very least gain some ground on returning her hair line on that side of her face.
And she would dip in the spring and feel the magic of the hot water work into her body. She found a nice place to lean and practically melted until all but her face was covered. Wow she could die at peace right there. But she regained her sense of purpose and sat in a more shoulder deep area of the spring water the weightless feeling of her body actually helped her feel the flow of her Ki less hindered by the weight or pressure of her natural state. She could picture it better.
Now her Ki was used to fighting and it was hyper vigilant and offensive. She didn’t change that aspect of her aura. She would instruct it to focus she would work on bringing out her Ki to work through the muscles and fibers in her body and wrap around every cell. Connecting broken nerves and channels of flow she would see where the thicker tissue had grown in her physical form but with them she could see the ghost of old channels the Ki used to flow.
She felt the tingles and itch of her skin as her Ki would try and open those channels again. She warmed the thick repaired tissue with a blanket of comfort like what was felt in the water of the spring. She would feel it relax and release and the channels of Ki opened. The healing process was almost painful but her body responded well.
This wasn’t just about appearances. She was about to face something big and she didn’t need weakness or excuses that would hold her back. She scars might fade but they won’t go away. She needed to be primed and ready for whatever came to pass.
Basic Healing: Healing techniques can use a round to close wounds and stabilize a dying target, or two rounds to fully heal and restore half the targets lost stamina. Healing abilities lower the PL of the user by -10% even if only used for one round.
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Post by Rhona Hall on May 2, 2023 19:10:45 GMT -6
Finding resolve PT.1
She slept well the night prior but the morning after showed she had not much ease in her mental state as it was. She truly slept but her memories and thoughts kept her from silence. She saw bodies hanging and the fires that cursed her memories. Even if she directed her consciousness to happier times those lifeless faces and fires were just in the corners of her gaze. Even as her dreams meld into snake way the golden clouds and the far horizon would make her see a tower of smoke in the distance and send her heart into an ache.
She didn’t want to just ignore them. She didn’t want them to consume her either. She knows it’s just her head and she knows it’s only her grief. She was stronger than this. She had to be.
Her eyes remained closed and yet they filled with tears they squeezed between her lids and flowed over each side of her head. They tickled her temples and seeped into her hair line. Her nose flared as it ticked with her lips trembling as she breathed.
Her hands came to cover her eyes and wipe away the overflow. She was awake for this brief period.
She misses them and now every happy Memory is tainted by the twisted deaths they faced. She had no one to ease this shouldering weight she carried. Not without asking them to take time off their own burdens.
“It’s ok…” she whispered and breathed. “Just a little more, it’s almost dawn.”
It took a few minutes but she meditated herself to calm into sleep.
If she can make it to the dawning of a new day she can make it through one more dark night.
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Post by Rhona Hall on May 8, 2023 23:17:59 GMT -6
Finding resolve Pt.2
She was up early, she would open the blinds to her room and felt it was a new day. After this she would shower and look refreshed for the trip ahead. She would hear her father in her head and see her mother watching at the corner of her eye relaxing with some morning coffee leaning against the entryway of their Dojo as she raised her fists to begin her stances.
This trip will test her. It’s already hitting too close to home. The fact that her family’s ability to rest peacefully is being questioned is a hardship she never expected to face. She pause to consider what she was willing to risk on this errand. It didn’t have to be her to complete the task. But she was here and she felt turning a blind eye was not something she should do.
Her basic movements began to fly. She imagined an opponent and thought of all the moves they’d come at her and all the powers they’d have and she would defend and move in forward and back in tandem of her imagination.
Religions and afterlives didn’t have much weight to her. What was she going to do after this trek? Know who to pray to? Her life before all the fire and death was a blessing to live in and one she cherished so much so that she would have stayed in her small corner of happiness forever.
She realized real quick after that thought that it wasn’t true.
She would have grown bored and left to see bigger things and become something more.
Her basic forms flew through their movements and her practice was as crisp as it was every time. Her moves were flowing faster than the eye could see her feet were planted firm and the rest of her was a blur.
She breathed and made a choice on what to think about this.
The tragedies didn’t just fall on her shoulders they would impact the land and be remembered for generations. Her family wasnt the only one affected. Students were killed. Students who had families and families who grieve with her. The town was dying and fading in time by many who hope to move on and some even wanted to forget. There were no answers.
Who or why?
Only how.
Her jaw clenched as she read the investigation over in her mind. The leads dried up and the investigation went cold.
She stopped where she was and would bolt to the bathroom and turn on the nozzle to the coldest setting on the shower.
The room filled with steam as the water hit her head and cascaded down her body.
She about over heated and she could have caught the room on fire.
She wanted this journey to end with the answers to who and why.
She wanted it so bad, she’d look in any shady corner for a worm on a hook to get an answer.
She slid down into the shower and placed her head on her knees. She was begging for it.
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Post by Rhona Hall on May 15, 2023 23:25:24 GMT -6
Be she decided on the Nimbus flight in one of the quiet moments to play on the trick she used frequently for an accurate cut on Mt. Olympus, her community housing to help her inmates who were building their own homes on her family’s property.
She had gotten used to the feel of the ability but hadn’t really thought about the extent of its application. Suppose while they were on a winding white and pristine road resembling the back of the snake she had time to fiddle a bit. The view of golden clouds and the occasional residential area were nice while they passed but when it was quiet she would be very relaxed on the ride. If what they faced was serious she had to see about taking herself further, even if it was a small effort.
She ignited the small bit of energy over her knuckles she shaped it from the cumbersome distructo disc. It was hot and condensed in comparison. It was like a small skill saw compared to a big table saw which was used to slice up whole tree trunks.
The energy was starting small and it got hotter and brighter with her blue aura. She shaped it to a point and sharpened its edge it hummed and crackled lightly. She brought it up to the level of which was the same output as the Distructo disc but then mirrored it with the other hand and so she now had two humming knives over her knuckles equal in power. She made them longer by a few inches in tandem. And shortened them again to test her technique. She was reminded of Maiz’s sword.
And she was reminded that her first Kill was with a knife. She furrowed her brow and grimaced about driving these blades into someone so she curved them over her fists and domed her power to being an extra layer over her knuckles. She would spread it over her forearms where her guard was usually put up.
But then took it further instead of leaving the vortex of energy at the edge to make it sharp she would distribute the power and make a convex shape. She was almost forging her Ki with its own fire. The shape was around basket ball sized as she was wary of the Nimbus and those on it but she held in her hand no longer a distructo disk but… a protecto disc.
She chuckled at her thoughts on the terrible name. But that’s what will be sticking with it.
Rhona learns: Protecto Disk- a protective shield forms at Rhona’s will with some amount of concentration will defend attacks up to her PL+15%
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Post by Rhona Hall on May 22, 2023 23:29:02 GMT -6
She held a hand on her chest and breathed. There was something new something ready to make itself known. She sat and closed her eyes. She would measure it.
As she thought this will surpass what she already had. Her gathered powers would have a strong harmony and with her furious energy that was something hard to do.
She breathed deep, this power will become useful when she is ready to bring it forth. And it will very soon get its chance to shine.
Getting the right answers she needs she’ll visit her uncle and when she does that maybe she can go back to his planet. She wanted to be part of a family again. And she has more on Terrac, a whole family she’s never known. She wondered what they were like and hoped they would welcome her.
She barely knew Uncle but right now she daydreamed seeing what life on Terrac might be like for her. She was like a Quarter Rhosian and she wondered if that mattered to their standing traditions. She would be incredibly excited to prove herself to them she’d welcome the chance and be measured.
Uncle even mentioned she could lead with her strength. She wasn’t sure about the responsibilities that came with something like that still but she was willing to try if the pieces fell into the right spots in the right time.
Her hand remained on her chest as she daydreamed that power could lead people, help people,…protect people. Her eyes closed and she would make a powerful feeling of hope wash over her body to give her something to strive to and look forward to accomplishing.
That was her new horizon. It was a dark night with the new goal in mind she would face something that would test her limits. While that excited her there was much on the line at stake. She still didn’t have all the answers, if there is a battle to be had then it was not a battle she could afford to lose.
*Rhona has reached the required PL to unlock: -Hyper Human 3 Requirements: Power Level 220,000 Boost: +60% Power Level The body of the Hyper Human now shows visible bulging veins and dark lines around the eyes.
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Post by Rhona Hall on May 29, 2023 23:03:50 GMT -6
For a second, time froze, and suddenly the world fell to ash into darkness around her. The ground was solid and the air was a chilling silence. But another step apart from her own broke that silence. They sensed each others power and looked at themselves. They were the same person. Rhona was looking at herself. They even dressed in similar athletic fashion. Both even had gloves which held an enhancement of power. One Rhona had a jacket with some pins and medals on it signifying some amount of notoriety and ranking but it too held some power adjustment advantages. The Ki or Qi they both held was a powerful force one of which both understood was an element of boundless strength for the other.
The could see the same scars upon their souls and their bodies until the more recent scars which would tell the tale of their worlds differences and the pathways they ventured into them.
DB R: “Well that three eyed man said I’d have other variations of myself. You might be one of them.” She would grin.
259 R: “Yeah… I don’t understand what man you mean but I agree it seems we are a reflection of some kind.” She grinned back.
DB R: “That’s a cute hair cut compared to mine. Had a hell of a time where someone thought to catch it on fire and this little tuft here was all I could save. I miss my long hair horribly.” She would twist the long bang at the front of her face saddened by the sad state of her noggin. It was growing back a bit of fuzz which was near a quarter inch in length at this point but it was nothing compared to the length at the middle of her back which was as voluminous as it could get.
259 R: She brushed her shoulder length hair behind her ears and smiled sheepishly. “Yeah I cut mine feeling like I needed to have a fresh start… but you have those earrings just the same too, a gift from Mom?”
DB R: She paused a moment and felt the pearl earrings on her lobes. “Y-yeah…”
R&R: “… it’s all that’s left…”
They both new then what they were facing.
259 R: “Gods, are testing me again, then I can’t fail.” She took her hands from her pockets. A smile grew on her face waiting for her twin to acknowledge the same conclusion she just made.
DB R: She smiled wide and chuckled. “I almost considered maybe we were not as alike as I could have thought but that confirms I almost assumed wrong.” She was the first to take a stance and she would spread her feet and get in a boxing position. To her not so surprised thought the other did the same but she started bouncing on her toes. Someone from her world must have a different feel on this style which she adapted.
Both breathed and watched each other for a long moment.
259 R: She launches first she’d get in close and suddenly change. Instead of fists her hands would instantly open and claws appeared which would dig into the others guard and slice the forearms clean open and blood to spray. This Rhona released her power of Lycoan as the small Roman figure appeared and fused with its owner making her furred and snarled a wolf-ish expression.
There was a flash that seemed to cast upon both their eyes as they shared visions as if trading their memories in the moment of contact. They grew suddenly more aware of differences and similarities from their stories.
DB R: she hissed a wince through bared teeth at the cuts now on her arms it’s been a while since she had this feeling. “Wait your world went through how many apocalypses and you got super powers by a car?”
259 R: she shook her head as her voice was a raspy growl in this form. “That was never my power.” Was all she could say. “You wore some big hair and weird ripped up clothes, that was hardly practical?”
DB R: “Hey hey, don’t shame me on fashion… metal music is always in style. Granted it was hard to move in so yeah I’m keeping to the athletic gear.”
She shook off the pain she felt in the cuts of her arms. “My turn though…”
And Rhona started the Ki in her hands creating a disk of power to send flying moments later to her other world reflection.
That reflection had a high defense and would place her claws up in a block. The circular sharpened energy colliding with Rhona’s hands send a fast stream of memories through both women and more made sense. To them there was an openness in understanding. But the reflection has to remove the energy and guided it out of the way. As it lit up the dark distance until it was no longer visible. The new cuts in her palms felt their own new sense of burning pain.
259 R: She groans. “I don’t know about you but seeing our lives flash before my eyes is just as much painful as it is a bit confusing.” She rubbed the side of her head. It was a lot of information to pass in an instant.
DB R: Rhona blew raspberries with her lips. As she rubbed her temples. “No kidding, your world is so complicated and the Ki there acts as if it’s feral.”
259 R: “it’s Qi, and yeah it’s a bit messed up and I can’t begin to understand why or how. I just live in it and is poisoned by it like everyone else.” She shrugged it off.
DB R: “Survival of the fittest?” She inquired.
259 R: “Yup.” She would get back in her stance. “Let’s continue, if you break concentration because of the flashes I’ll be sure to take advantage of it.”
DB R: she scoffed. “That’s my line.”
She powered up into her first transformation and the other whistled a satisfying smile to the flashy appearance of the new glow. They charged at on another and started trading blows one after another the blows would find openings or be blocked a kick came flying into the reflection of Rhona in the ribs which caused her to ignite a feral power.
The feral power darkened her energy and turned her hair black. Claws got longer and her reflexes faster.
DB R: Rhona found an advantage in flight as it seemed her otherworldly counter part did not have that ability. But it helped very little when the agility and power behind her moves actually kept up with Rhona’s movements.
They traded more blows as Rhona tried to make her Feral self fall but even as she did she’d land on her feet and be forced back into the air with a feat of strength to come right at her. Rhona threw blasts and disks at her feral self and the longer darker haired wild woman deflected many blows and pushed herself right through others to meet the Hyper human Rhona with claws and teeth. They had the rage that matched and the determined fighting spirit to keep going but they realized real quick they were matched by a great measure.
Rhona felt to come straight into her Hero transformation which would begin to overpower her reflection and a grab was made against her collarbone to send a kick into her chest sending her to the ground before she could recover. The defense of the other Rhona was insanely strong and she endured even if she didn’t land on her feet for that one.
The memories became more recent to them both. And they were both facing their parents death. It happened very similarly and both looked into each others gaze. Both knew just how lonely they were without their families. How much that hole in their souls aches for a place to go to and people to understand you.
Both knew what happened shorty after too and the shame they’d feel for doing it. But this was where their differences came more drastic.
One Rhona felt less guilt about what she did based on the fact it would not be the last person she had killed and as a matter of fact her life had to revolve around kill or be killed or else it was going to take more and more of her life.
While the other felt it was a horrible mistake. As a matter of fact she felt the way she did it was a cowardly move and it brought shame on everything her family stood for. She learned the hard way that it was not the way of life she wanted.
DB R: Rhona would go and see her Feral beastly self and they’d have a great amount of pain in their eyes. They breathed heavy and bloodied and bruised did their bodies come. The contacts formed cracked ribs and swelling internal bleeding. They could literally kill each other in the long run but it was unclear if either will come out on top. It didn’t stop either of them from giving it all they had.
259 R: Roared in a pained yell. “I must succeed! Only then will I be worthy of their sacrifice!” Her shirt was grabbed as the yelling was spraying in her face. “All they gave and all I have to endure! If I can’t get through this then I could never face them!”
DB R: “Of course you are worthy!” A forehead landed square in ther forehead as she too grabbed a jacket of some military significance which felt battle worn and charged with energy. “They wouldn’t have done what they did, making sure you lived if you were not worthy! So you’re damn Worthy whether you like it or not! Don’t be stupid and water down their sacrifices assuming you were not worth their lives! They thought you were, so you are, got it?!”
They gripped each other’s shirt breathing heavily they dug into each other’s head and growled and gritted teeth. More memories would be flashing to the most recent scenes of their timeliness. Until the rage on their gazes softened. Truths were being revealed and the holes were going to be filled. It’s so close for them both they could taste it. The powers they had at their disposal’s would be a testament to their experiences and their hardships.
They understood… and it was only going to get worse from here. Their journeys were both going to torture and rip them apart. But those they lost felt she was worthy to face them and come out to see the next sunrise. Not because she was weaker or because she would get in the way but because they believed she had the key to keep going and carry this weight for them all. Maybe it was asking a lot but they had faith she’d come through no matter how long it had to take.
As tears welled in their eyes, of course they each found their answers. The grips on their clothes loosened only to tighten around their shoulders and ribs. So tight it was like they hadn’t seen each other in so long. Which in a way was true both Rhonas came a long way and hadn’t quite held a front seat to themselves because they always tried to think of their families. The faces of their new found purposes and families held with them began to burn brighter in their hearts for the other. They were becoming more prepared for the roads they paved.
DB R: “Your cousins look too beautiful, you definitely got the ugly genes.” She joked with herself.
259 R: A belly of a laugh shook her to the shoulders. “You’re one to talk Scarface!” She smiled proud. “Don’t be afraid to lead them if you are asked… if you don’t there might not be anyone else who will and worse they’ll keep sacrificing themselves if you can’t take the reins, you’re right we are worthy… they could see it in us… we should believe it too. Or else their deaths… will mean nothing.”
Their wounds healed and their worlds appeared around them in the very second they disappeared from them. In both a mirrored sun shined into the darkness and illuminated the paths they walked once again.
Releasing their hold on each other they clapped their hands giving a firm shake for each before they faded from each others existence.
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Post by Rhona Hall on Jun 7, 2023 2:57:49 GMT -6
Before the fires and before the storms. Before quakes and before many lives were lost or even troubled by anything more than what happens in a normal day. The sun would rise and a bunch of young people didn’t fight through the night, actually they slept through the night. Because in these early years they had nothing they didn’t expect to face without having all the time to prepare for it. Two adults and their many students. They had one child of their own, a daughter with a soul of fire and brimstone.
She was the first to wake and the first to ring the bell on the wake up call for the others. They’d groan and grumble at the sunny haired girl who was always so bright and full of energy ready to face another day. The gold in her waves like her mothers was a vibrant as the sun all the same.
She’d get them woken up and they’d prepare for the day. She’d start the morning routine of stretches and a short walk through a mountain path. Usually there was maybe 3 to 5 students at any given time and they came to Rhona’s Father.
After his understanding of the metaphysical energies would be well understood by very few. Mother was a general studies teacher to keep the students paced in their education while they stayed, her work was just as miraculous as any other. She would have fresh beginnings with many of those students near grown and still not knowing how to read.
But Father taught them about their energies and how to control or even awaken them. It would be because of him. A good portion of many races have the basics of Ki, Magic, and Telekinesis or even Physical growth that paved the way for their starts in life. People of all ages and far distances traveled.
In a day from waking up to the hike and the stretching. Classes ran until just after noon and those who didn’t have a home to go back to would have a place to sleep in their big house. There were bunk beds and separated quarters for showers and bathrooms. Enough for eight students in total.
Of course Rhona had her own room and her parents had theirs as well. Some food was grown and much was bought in bulk or traded for better fortunes. They managed well, for after the trainings there was a few hours of work in the gardens. Foraging in the forests was a frequent occurrence as well. Nets in rivers were for fishing and the hauls were well when migrating season began. Everything was tended to. And dinner was included with everyone at a large table. Dad cooked, Rhona cooked, Mom cooked, Grandma cooked too. Occasionally a student or two would involve themselves. It was never discouraged for cooking was just as much a skill to train in as throwing fists.
Every once in a while a new face would visit with the familiarity to her parents like old college buddies or highly respected mentors. Each had some notoriety and some skill to aid Father or mother in bridging the gaps between them and their protégés. Rhona met some of them a couple of times but they never stayed long enough for her to truly know any of them. And every time she asked dad or mom would say how they traveled to many places and would say where and how they met them. But she didn’t really grasp the depth of their relationship with the world. It a way everything she needed to know was in her parents so she didn’t need furthering her connection to any of them. But now she started to consider maybe the vastness of their reaches and it amazed and confused her.
It was hard to say goodbye when it was time but when the family felt they were ready or when the student thought they were, everyone sent them off with a small fair and a handheld scrapbook made by mom containing pictures she took and notes she’d write of encouragement. Dad would add his which felt more like reminding them of the basics after making so much progress.
Sometimes grandma would help with the ones who had a hard time or were a hard time. Sometimes the struggle some faced set in to the students and how they coped with hard days. Grandma was both hard and understanding. She commented respect over little brave moments and egged them to do better at the same time. There was a way with her words that Rhona adapted the most. And it helped she was never disappointed. Even small successes were made by the fact that whatever struggle or effort was overpowered until completion.
In her ship ride there was a long moment where she daydreamed of happy faces. Which she could control better when she was awake. A smile on her cheeks played in a relaxed far off gaze. She was about to meet new faces to hold in her heart. Even if it was full of the love she knew she was making room for the new.
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Post by Rhona Hall on Jun 13, 2023 20:22:54 GMT -6
In a decade or so ago many would be quite confused when a small girl would run their classes. Many would try and and see what they could get away with since it was not like many older kids thought listening to a kid was something they’d do. She was maybe twelve when this happened. There were three other students two closer to Rhona’s age. The other one was a cool slightly older kid about the age of fourteen . The other two would look up to him and be rather excited to hear about the big city he came from.
Apparently he was a big shot in a group of the most modern cities in the world. The trouble he got into got him in juvenile trouble but as he got out there after he was sent to his grandparents for a while to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city streets. They coincidentally lived in the town near by. But to fill his time he was sent to their school.
He had faced down bigger kids obviously, he even has faced down big adults. So consider he was certainly too proud to take anything he didn’t want to do from a twelve year old. He was already trying not to even be here as it was. Father already had to chase him down late in the night when he tried to tag the side of their house in spray paint.
He was bragging about stealing a cop car to the other two, some elaborate prank that evidently got him caught after stealing from a cashier at gun point.
Rhona called out to get their attention.
She was rudely interrupted so he could finish his story.
She sighed realizing the situation. And he spoke about some moves he did to knock out a cop to which Rhona finally pipes up.
“Show me…”
Everyone paused to which the boy looked her up and down and yet shrugged off any doubts he had. She was small for her age of course so even if she was younger she didn’t look menacing to the ignorant gaze.
He started to show her as if she was needing it in slow motion but when his hand came in reach she grabbed it and flipped him over and on his back.
The shock from all three of them as Rhona took a stance. Seeing him get back up after recovering his breath. He was rather pissed now and he took it personally.
Which frankly Rhona made it that way on purpose.
He would come at her with whip like arms and flat fists but they were what the streets taught him. They would be effective and painful if she didn’t see them coming. But she was taught better and countered each one with a safe and effectively painless retaliation. She wasn’t breaking a sweat but he was getting tired of landing on his back or chest depending on which way she flew him.
He tried to grab different parts like her shirt or hair but she still kept knocking him down. He got angrier for a couple of rounds but when he got out of breath he cussed and started to walk out. Done with everything he was currently dealing with as if he was above this.
Dad appears from the door as we all realize he was there this whole time.
He asked the boy to walk with him for a time. And the early morning class would proceed without his further interruption as he voiced Rhona to proceed.
After that day Rhona still never knew what father had said to the boy but he came to classes dressed to learn and he was competitive to boot. Rhona would feel whatever happened was between the boy and his own.
He didn’t have a stable home but he had what he felt like was a sable friendship between his people back home. Which seemed to be true. None of them wanted to do what they did but when times were hard they found opportunities.
He was still training with them. Though his time was soon coming to a close with their practice. He wanted to become an Engineer and update old housing to newer and better equipped codes and standards. Lowering toxic water pipes and fire hazards for houses which could less likely afford it. He went to school online and worked in town at the local hardware store. But that was it for him. His story stopped there.
A memory of one of the faces she could see when her eyes closed.
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Post by Rhona Hall on Jun 20, 2023 0:39:34 GMT -6
Running for their life a girl was tossed on a boat with nothing but a book. A book of pictures with an address and some loving words. They were tossed by their sibling who was still going to stand back and continue a fight that was supposed to liberate them.
This boat carried the girl for weeks across the ocean and right to its scheduled destination the girl made her wayward self to the address. She was also about Rhona’s age in this decade. Their sibling just returned home a year before they were a student since a Rhona was a child.
Within the folds of the book was enough for a bus fare and a bit of extra to feed her just enough to get her through. And she barely made it.
Rhona’s family was called and the address in the book father knew what it was about.
Mother cried after hearing her story. They loved these students like children all the same as their own. Father even fell into a deep silent reflection for a while. Rhona helped the girl as best as she was trusted with but more importantly the girl pressed to hurry with what they taught her sister. She was burning and motivated.
But when it came down to it she was faced with Rhona to see where her sister had left off teaching the girl.
Frankly it wasn’t far…
The tolerance on this child was buried below sea level. And the crippling fear she had for every impact or even loud noise was enough to make her faint enough times.
It was no wonder after all she went through.
Mother brought her to the side and let her do more studies than combat. It annoyed the girl at first but she felt the sting of defeat in her current position.
Mother knew just what books to give her. Starting off slow and working her way through the more complicated and worded pages. She spend many years on studying history and books on government and economics. Some morality works on war and society. That girl could beat most in a battle of wits and chess and a few others she grew to enjoy mathematics and was beginning to plan her way to becoming a political activist.
As the years drew by she even began to overcome her limitations and could throw her foot into someone’s chin that made one imagine a blade stabbing through the bottom of one’s mouth. But noises and crowded places still made them stiff.
She had but a couple of years to go before she was ready for her next stage in life.
She too would see the end of their story end far too quickly.
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Post by Rhona Hall on Jun 27, 2023 1:29:29 GMT -6
A pair of siblings from a well off farming family in the local town worried the current situation with the public school system would not be the education meant for their children. They contributed to a good portion of the budget for their education. Even if Rhona’s father would say it wasn’t needed.
One child, the Elder, was going to run the family business and work off their farm. And the younger by almost two years was hoping to become a big time fighter.
The only other that actually enjoyed a good strong brawl was the younger and they became good friends. They were right at the same age and the boy even developed a crush on Rhona. Yet he never outright said anything so Rhona never took it on herself to bridge the communication on what was so obvious. Maybe something in her truly didn’t feel the same. She was rather oblivious but more so there must have been a need to see a lot more effort in those that wanted to court her.
When other kids arrived they talked about being a team in the martial arts rings and they’d draw their costumes and make funny names and gimmicks for their showman personalities. He was one of the few who would offer Rhona a real motivation to reach her limits for he did the same.
The elder brother was a good strong guy too but it seemed to have bored him. He was a wide fellow and built to take just about most people but bringing him down was not quite easy. But he was not super motivated to make more effort than he had to.
Now he did spend a lot of time with the animals. The family would sometimes catch him sleeping in the pens because he was worried the critters were too cold. Saying that, if it was too cold for him it was too cold for them. Father made some real focus on advancing the comfort of the huts and pens for the animals which ended up being a pretty good bit of advice.
Now the older didn’t have much to be taught but he urged himself to look into the veterinary sciences and agricultural fields. He was really serious about running the family business and would consider even making an advancement of his own in Winemaking. He had his eyes on another girl who worked in the garden department of the general store on the edge of town. Between their home and Rhona’s they would pass by it everyday.
They didn’t stay at the School like most others. Their close proximity allowed them to see their parents every night.
Except one fateful day… they would not go home that night. Hearts full of love and dreams would go up in flames.
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Post by Rhona Hall on Jul 4, 2023 3:06:29 GMT -6
There was one of their youngest and new members of the school. She was eight and had only been there about a year.
She had a gift of magic which was something that father or mother would have fundamental understanding in but father called for some assistance. Now this person was a performer in magic. Yes he was a show magician. But he was not someone who always had hidden cards up their sleeves or a dove in their hat. They were one of the most notable magicians in the world and they performed real shows with real magic.
When Rhona was faced with the atrocity that befell her parents everyone went with Grandma. Now the old woman would agree to situate the children until they were ready to go. But they would close the school after that. Rhona would not continue their work as the universe seemed to wrap her in other plans.
The magician would take six months off his work to help the girl and their friend especially after the tragedy.
The girl was a powerful mage. She had a pure and natural talent and was blessed to fully embrace the energies of magic. She hardly knew just how powerful she could be. She knew however she created lights and creatures ready to play and dance around. She created clouds which would make others fly when we sat on them and she conjured forces that blew minds and lit up skies.
She came to the family because her parents were worried about her magic and what she was capable of. After she flooded their home because she ruptured every pipe the walls trying to get water from a tall sink there was some understanding that she needed to learn how to better use such a talent.
Rhona who didn’t rely heavily on energies like Ki in this time yet was always rather overwhelmed by the force of magic winds or blinding lights.
The world would lose a beloved figure in the theater. But they lost a gifted little girl who would have made the world a magical place as well.
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Post by Rhona Hall on Jul 11, 2023 0:30:59 GMT -6
The hustle and bustle of the clan has begun their work in the preparation. She would see where she could help out. As fast as she was she could be in any place in a blink.
She tucked herself away a bit and felt the moment to herself she was seeing faces and knowing names. She was reveling with a new glow to her cheeks and a pure smile on her lips. She tried to understand this world. she wanted to be just as much apart of it as they were more and more.
She had a thought though and she would take a breath. She would listen to the world around her. Her energies reacted with her will. Energies she knew were vast. Powerful energy that she was beginning to see had few rivals. It should be enough to face this challenge.
So instead she would better her wits for the battle she was about to face.
When she heard the world and smelled the air. She opened her eyes and focused on a point. Suddenly her world of senses expanded. Colors she has never seen came into view. She heard things across the camp and smells all over came into her senses as she breathed through her nose. She felt every ridge in her finger prints and she tasted almost exactly what someone was cooking ingredient by ingredient from the smell on the wind that carried it. She heard conversations and plans. She heard affairs getting settled in homes which faced needs of possible inheritance. Her heart beat and blood flow and the hum of her power in every fiber of her body. The hum of other powers in other other bodies.
Her senses would peak with her power. She would have to be sharp on them. She was willing to dance circles around every man woman and child to protect them. If she can sense it before or hear when she is needed she’ll be ready.
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