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Post by Rhona Hall on Jul 17, 2023 23:04:04 GMT -6
She couldn’t believe it she was in a place, it’s like a homeland and she was walking the same paths as those who are now ghosts in her mind. Ghosts in her mind but alive in her heart and soul.
She could feel it, a footprint that was left behind by a powerful spirit. Powerful enough she was too ignorant to see until now.
She remembers that devious smile. Rhona learned Grandmas weird language quickly. But her mother could not get the picture. When she was excited for her daughter she bragged to the world and if Grandma got wind of it. She was sure to find Rhona give her the biggest hug and say something along the lines of wondering if she got stronger and lead right into a suplex or some other complicated maneuver. Rhona was never ready or strong enough to fight back even if she was.
And it was she who was her direct connection to this world. So much was making sense and her world was so much broader knowing this now.
She wondered if the old woman was so strong if Rhona could find the paths she walked or find something here that might remember who she was. Maybe Rhona can feel even a sliver of her Ki and see her point of view
Her senses Ki and physical would flare and reach far and wide. Foot prints or places, she would want to find that familiar Ki just some proof she really existed here. She reached with her own energies to call for it wondering if even those energies of the past would recognize her as sharing the same paths.
What might she find? If she found anything at all, maybe she would find nothing, even if that was the case she wouldn’t mind just imagining where she might have stood.
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Post by Vo Lang on Jul 19, 2023 19:26:17 GMT -6
Rhona senses a regularly walked path into deep mountains. Every inch crawling with her Grandma's familiar Ki. Moss, overgrowth, streams, everything is saturated in it. There is other energies mixed in, unfamiliar, but it doesn't seem malicious. In fact Rhona can tell there are craters and damage to the mountain from multiple battles, or one very long and grandiose fight.
At the end of the path Rhona finds the summit, a single apple tree, and a cottage home. Inside is filled with herbs and personal effects belonging to a man and a woman. No pictures or anything, but this was obviously some sort of secret get away.
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Post by Rhona Hall on Jul 24, 2023 23:12:57 GMT -6
Her heart leaped from her chest and her breath shook as she inhaled. She didn’t know what she was expecting but this was more than what she could have asked for.
She hopped off the rock she perched herself on and took off down the beaten path.
She saw that glow that gave life to this path. Her glow… her hands brushed trees as Rhona did now. Heard the steps beneath her feet as Rhona walked.
Her heart felt so light as she felt the wind and caught the sunlight peeking through the trees to kiss her eyelids and cheeks.
She knelt down the stream and cupped her hands in its cold clear flow to have a drink she wiped her chin with the back of her gloved hand and saw the craters. She looked at them and extended a hand making almost a pew noise. She was measuring the craters impact with the way they were hit.
She disagreed with her current angle however. She looked up and took flight, her hands made the form of the KI blast without exerting the energy to fire one. She made more pew pew noises at more accurate angles. She dived close to one and swiped a hand left in the direction of one more swipe. She saw more and tried to imagine what move made them and mimicked it with her own quiet sound effects.
“Training… not fighting, this was a Sparing ground. The blows were consistent and calculated. As time passed, they got bigger.” She concluded with a smile and hovered back down to the grass.
She walked a bit more her hair feeling that breeze of the mountain air. Not much felt as crisp as the winds that would caress the peaks of the mountain heights. Hands ruffled her Short hair to let more of it flow through.
“Feels like home on Earth.”
She saw the house then and paused. She blinked a moment or two. If it hadn’t been for the apple tree she would have thought she was teleported back. The whole area felt like the old woman was going to come right through the front door and great Rhona. And her grand daughter would have woken up from a very long nightmare.
But other than the birds and the rustling of the trees it was quiet and it was still. As she blinked she saw the cottage age before her eyes and she was assured. She was awake and her heart ached still. Her hand over her chest she looked up at the tree. She touched its bark with her free hand and saw its branches heavy with fruit.
She chuckled as she picked one loose from its stem, ripe, and fragrant. She tossed it back and forth between her hands looking around while thinking about where to start with this place. She’d take a bite of the apple and examined closer to the tree.
She wasn’t absolutely familiar with the list of Herbs on Earth but the Herbs on Terrac would probably be way different. Those dried bunches were long wasted and forgotten about.
“Doesn’t look like she had planned to leave.” She looked around at the things left out and forgotten about. “How long ago was it?”
She mentally counted, then busted out the fingers to be sure she was counting right. Just to get a rough estimate of the age that passed.
“However long it was… I doubt she simply left you here thinking about just leaving you behind. You’ve got strong roots, I’m sure there was a sense of permanence… maybe it was she who wanted to stay. I bet you signified something important.” She would say to the tree freely speaking her thoughts. “Thanks for guarding the place, keep up the good work, I’m going to have a look around.”
She would start her way up the porch steps.
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Post by Vo Lang on Jul 26, 2023 12:56:37 GMT -6
Something heard Rhona
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Post by Rhona Hall on Jul 31, 2023 23:42:26 GMT -6
She was on the porch and would finish the apple she was eating and sat the core to the side.
She chewed and looked at the place. She would smell its age. She could sense the Ki so heavily. She knew as she opened this door a flood of color will come into her view. She got a look inside a window not much to see with some firmly concealing curtains.
She looked at her new gloves. The wolf emblem on the back of each palm. She pondered what she would gain.
This was more than a trail of self discovery. She knew who she was based on the life she was living. However invading her life was the Ghosts of the past and it was shaping who she was. She had to find out just what that meant.
She breathed.
She felt the calm here and it would be no difficult task to take away the noise. To hone in on the Ki that was teeming to the brim.
She breathed again really taking in the scent of it. She would reach with her Ki and feel the flow of the life that once held such a strong presence. There was more than one. She could tell that much.
Who were they… who were they here? In the quiet of the mountain ridges.
She breathed and with her voice and with her Ki she would say…
“Tell me your story… please.”
Her eyes would open with a new found glow of her power and her vision honed on the details of the energy as she reached for the door and would open it. If it was locked she would carefully break the knob. She’d whisper a great apology promising to fix it.
Rhona learns: Ki sight- her eyes would glow a vibrant color of her Ki: With left behind Ki she would see moments before the source of the Ki left, track a Ki trail, and intentions.
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Post by Vo Lang on Aug 2, 2023 19:22:17 GMT -6
Rhona see's the form of a man and a woman with long wavey hair. They are simply existing in what seems like silence, before something catches their attention. They jump to their feet and the man rushes out the woman moves to grab a bag before following.
They rush to the edge of the cliff, both brushing a hand against the tree trunk as they rush by and seemingly climb into something. Whatever it is rushes into the sky and is pushed side to side by some unseen force. It isn't until the man seems to fly right out the side of the thing they crawled into and seems to intercept something big with his hands. Pushing through and blasting energy he holds whatever it is back long enough for the woman to escape into the atmosphere, before the his body is disintegrated in the air.
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Post by Rhona Hall on Aug 7, 2023 23:50:51 GMT -6
She watched the scene unfold and dodged back out to follow its existence to completion. On the edge of the porch she gripped her chest a fist over her heart clenched as it felt the tightness within and a noise cut short in her throat. Watching it fade until the end. She felt her knees weaken when she held a hand to the railing to support herself from falling over completely.
She had to leave this place, all alone.
“Does everyone in this family have to sacrifice themselves?” She closed her eyes unable to take it anymore as tears welled through her vision. She buried her eyes in the palm letting the gloves soak up their first stain. When that was wiped away. She took a calming breath and regained her composure.
A hand went to her chest and she would take a moment almost to pray. “It wasn’t in vain.” She’d say out loud as if someone would hear her. “Thank you for fighting until the end… I’ll end this or be the last one to die for it, one way or another. And I’ll carry you all with me when I do.”
With that she would enter the house and search around for a while. Opened all the windows and doors she made great progress in cleaning up some of the dust and must of the abandoned home. She would take fabrics and create a clothes line and pat out some of the age. Amongst old belonging she would sort through and view anything of note.
She could call this place home while she was here. But honestly that wasn’t the reason she decided to clean up. This was a moment in time and while it was left alone she wanted to brighten it with a little light and a little life. It has waited here for so long, a dream left behind.
Maybe something was left behind she could carry in their memory.
She had her Mother’s earrings, her Father’s teachings, her clan’s Symbol, her name from a mountain on Earth as the planet where she was born… what else could she find?
((Rhona searches high and low, what can she take with her?))
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Post by Vo Lang on Aug 8, 2023 17:34:26 GMT -6
Rhona finds that most of the clothes were practical. Pants, shoes/boots. Shirts with no sleeves. All except one rather Traditional looking sets of clothes. It was a little baggy, but the giant wolf fangs hanging from the belt sash, seemed to glow and give a ringing noise when Rhona's skin was in contact with the fabric. Instantly she would realize this was some sort of traditional war gown. The teeth made noise and would glow so her enemies would be able to spot her on the battlefield. It was an elegant battle attire, the only flashy thing she would of worn. This was for major acts, big battles, or maybe... Marriages?
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Post by Rhona Hall on Aug 14, 2023 23:52:51 GMT -6
She searched high and low and found some neat things and some thing she wish she hadn’t ever seen. A couple of boxes of really “unique equipment” put thoughts in Rhona’s Earthling conditioned mind to an embarrassing degree and a disturbed one because of who had once likely used them. She would leave those boxes alone until she could muster up the strength to make a decision on what to do with them.
Of the less embarrassing varieties she found some clothes and particularly a set of robes which were thicker in Ki. Well worn and full of the life that once wore them.
Frankly they were not her style. The sleeves and flowing fabrics, was it good to fight in? Or were there instances where fighting was actually not apart of the Rhosian traditions? She would be surprised if that were true.
She held up the outfit she tried to imagine Grandma in it. She frowned the woman was frail and soft for as long as Rhona could remember, still one of the strongest people Rhona knew. However apparently Kussetsu wasn’t looking as old as he might have actually been. And inferno was supposed to have passed the point of ancient. Maybe Rhosians lived a while. Would she die a sub-century life span, did she have enough of that kind of blood to surpass a few ages? It made her feel like she really shouldn’t plant her feet in anything official.
Something North Kai said about how she would have gotten too weak for her full power. The ache that Rhona felt in her chest. Earth was so peaceful compared to what she might have had to deal with. She clutched the robes.
Finally laying them down across the bed and taking a seat beside them she had another train of thought. While she fiddled with the Fangs that dangled from the waist of the fabrics. She would fiddle with the long tuft of hair that was at the front of her head and began to prepare until she was ready to braid.
Grandma was strong, stronger than a great many. She would admit she was meeting spirits and deities and even then she would realize she was still stronger. She kind of missed the feeling of a good fight.
A sigh exhaled from her chest as she fell back onto the bare mattress. It was still a bit crusty from the age it faced. Like many things it maybe far from salvation.
A slight day dream came about when she was on Namek. Man those were the days, she missed that feeling of going all out and counting more scars on her body. Feeling the ache of the gains she made and the relief of letting out all that energy.
She unfastened the fangs from the waist and began to work the chain into her hair the charms would dangle on the side of her face.
At this point other than her own ambitions of making a planet was there really any need for anyone to have as much strength as she has accumulated? Even when that is done will she too suffer the inevitable consequences that no one can keep her in her toes?
Her eyes opened wider at a realization. “Oh that’s why people stagnate at this point?”
She sat up. “Nope! I’m going to grow enough strength to defeat my enemies, make a planet, and… I’ll figure out what next when that day comes.”
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Post by Rhona Hall on Aug 22, 2023 5:14:02 GMT -6
On her ship ride she had no idea what she was coming to face. She pondered heavily and worried about everything. The Prophecy which would dictate the world clan was coming at too much of a good time. She had to tear herself away from that to face a man who will benefit greatly from it. She wasn’t going to leave her cousin to face that.
Her brow furrowed.
She’s just got to get there quickly. She only had a little bit to prepare.
What would she do?
She would reach into herself and feel her power. The powers that she understood more than anything rested within her.
She would flare them and feel their expanse. She would switch between her powers and flex them. She was in a ship so it was gentle practice an nothing projectile would fly.
Without having the means to flex her full power she was doing so now. She was flexing to her extend to see her reach and feel her range. She would warm up nice and toasty to prepare for a very likely fight.
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Post by Rhona Hall on Aug 28, 2023 23:30:14 GMT -6
She had a thought that maybe she could pop over to North Kai’s and ask more questions about this family curse thing. But to leave the ship in empty space sounded too risky. Especially as fast as she had the engines going.
She really hopes she wasn’t too late. She couldn’t stand the thought of having to face Uncle to tell him if the worst came to happen.
“Hang on Cousin…” she has a feeling she’d know who she was looking for when she saw them but she hoped that was the case.
Either way looking for massive power levels firing off sounds like the better idea.
She had wanted to do this more diplomatically. Logically… she’s unsure that’s an option now.
It was not now she imagined this at all. Worse there will be a growing chance she will have to face something horrible.
“If it were not for the fact he has so many innocent souls to fuel him I would be so excited to face such a big challenge. But this is so much bigger than me.” She collapsed in a chair and buried her face. The hum of the ship and the whirl of the controls would be the noises she’d face guilty that her heart was pounding at the potential fight she faces. It made her absolutely nauseous.
She chuckled a little.
She looked up at the ceiling of the ship as if she was looking up at the sky. When it was just space so she was technically surrounded by sky.
She leaned back and raised a finger. “Of the things I want to do I want to release the souls Hades has collected that want to be freed… safely. If there is anything that I hope I do is make sure they all get their final rest. I could use some guidance to make that happen when you see it most opportunistic.”
“Making sure Zephyr is safe will take priority… after that I might have to make some choices…”
She felt the anxiousness in generating the possible choices she’ll have to face. Her expression twisted to match the knots in her gut that would make her breathing harder.
“I don’t have a stellar track record. if anything happens to anyone because I made a mistake.” Her pointed fingers clutched at the collar of her shirt as if she wanted to squeeze her heart she folded into her seat her short hair fell with the gravity shift. “…I might break…”
Faces flashed in her mind and the grief she felt ran so deep. It’s barely been a year and she’s lost so much.
She got up and went to the controls on the ship and read them before pressing anything. Well honestly there was nothing to press, if she pushed the gas anymore things were going to get edgy.
She slapped the dash with a frustrated tap… gently.
“Myria… I’m coming.” She exhaled and shook her head. “I remember how you treated me last time… nothing you’ve got will hold me this time.”
Of that she was confident about.
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Post by Rhona Hall on Sept 5, 2023 9:51:21 GMT -6
She was testing the ship. Not on purpose but just her existing was… testing. She needed better control over herself! She kept looking at the clock and only minutes passed what was only supposed to be a couple of hours turned into something much unbelievably longer. She couldn’t sit still and every passing… drawn out… singular minute. She grew more impatient. Thoughts swam in her mind about the choices she has had to made and plotting out the choices she will need to still make and the unknown circumstances which will factor in or the consequences that will become of them.
She thought about words from her mothers voice. Handling these things like a Diplomat? There might not be a way, even so she wished she had noted some mind on her wisdom now.
“I’m trying… damn it!” Now what turned from peaceful thoughts enraged her as she remembered how she got to this point.
Frankly with her testing her energies really couldn’t be fully realized in the ship.
It was more like a glass box with a water balloon of liquid nitrogen.
She threw her hands with clenched fists up and over her head with a loud yell exhaling her chest. She belted out her entire frustrated spirit. She panted after from the capacity of her lungs realizing their limits.
“I could fly there faster than this tin can!” She exclaimed. “I’ll not be too late this time!!!”
Her words were as empty being said out loud as they were swimming in her head.
The fact was she couldn’t breathe in space so this was absolutely a limit she was certain she had to face.
But more importantly she was on her way. Yet another… she hadn’t met him, she doesn’t even know what he looks like, but it was another family member who was in the line of Danger.
And she was on her way this time!
Sweat poured down her cheek from her sideburns just before she flared her energies again when all sweat evaporated instantly. She yelled with all her breath as her hair flared in all directions. Her presence would test the ship, her spirit will be ingrained in the haul as she prepares it. The electric Ki dangerously threatened to take out the vessel. She would have both hands come straight out to each side of her body and she would pull her energies closer to her to prevent them from getting out of hand.
“This much power has to be good for something!” She grew weak in the knees but recovered herself she did have just so much energy and it was a constant reminder of how far she’s come but also how much she’s lost in her adventures to get it.
She closed her glowing eyes and clenched her teeth her jaw rippled with the ache in her heart. Her emotions would shake her but she needed to control them. But she knows never had she ever wanted to choose her family over this. If she was offered to start over she’d save everyone and in exchange hand over every last drop. This was bigger than she ever realized and it effected more than she predicted. It wasn’t a matter of just saving her own blood. What ever came to pass had caused this to get far bigger than it ever should be.
Obviously this trip to Myria was digging up some hard unresolved thoughts.
If she got one thing from this life she’d want to see her family once more and tell them she was sorry. To undo their horrible fate, set the record straight, and say she was sorry for ever leaving them.
Until then Damn the ones that took them from her and Damn those who which to continue doing so!
“Damn them!” The veins in her body pulsed prominently with her strain to control herself.
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Post by Rhona Hall on Sept 12, 2023 0:54:29 GMT -6
She was hovering when the further concentration of her energies became condensed. She was in a cocoon of electrified hyper energy and it was even more a challenge to control.
It was blinding but her eyes were closed as her muscles flexed and her breathing was controlled but paced. Every muscle was beginning to ache. She was straining her body while unleashing her power. She was fighting against her self.
Her physical verses her powerful self. She cockily let it go unchecked for too long and like today she would know it was a hyper active force that wanted to destroy.
Her mentality didn’t help. Her emotions didn’t help. She wanted to change and wanted to become better. Her energies would strain her entire body she felt her muscles burn and her spirit burn like a fire that would consume a summer forest without mercy.
Her veins popped and her muscles bulged but she would progress with her agenda. She would create this unyielding power and let it wash over her body like it was made by the finest tailor. She’d wear her power like it was her best dress.
Her breathing labored every minute and some moments her body felt the strain. She exhaled her thoughts and fury pushing herself more and more.
Her eyes opened and there was nothing not an electric glow in her gaze. She saw fine… Myria was in her gaze and she would know she was closing in.
She hoped a hard chill ran down the spine of any who knew her face.
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Post by Rhona Hall on Sept 18, 2023 23:20:26 GMT -6
Coating her body was a storm of her hyper power. From in and out it blanketed her in all her fury and nothing outside of this cloth would be effected. It required great focus and concentration to keep but she would hold it and it would protect her. It passed throughout her existence in and out. Within her it lit a hurricane of power and her insides held pace with her Ki they were fueled to go beyond their limits. Outside she was covered in a storm it threatened to harm anyone who would not withstand her power from even touching her.
She opened her eyes feeling it take a comfortable momentum and she would see herself as a glowing light. Her eyes white and bright seeing the universe in Ki. She was immersing herself in the energy that was hers. Her body solid in her aura cracked and hummed with her hyper energy.
Hovering in the center of the ships open spaces, she would relax a bit more she would hold this energy until she got closer to Myria. She would feel it’s pull and it’s will to act but she would keep it calm and keep it close. She would become familiar with its flow.
Ki skin- ultimate focus creates an orbit of her energy that keeps her power at the skin. The outward flare of her energies comes into her and coats her in her power. Power exuded with this ability remains nearest to her and reduces her area of presence and damage. The electrified energy protects and harms outside forces her PL + 10%
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Post by Rhona Hall on Sept 26, 2023 0:22:28 GMT -6
She held onto that power. Nothing on the ship was being effected by it unless she touched it. She would lessen it near her hands to feel her control she would open it at her face to reveal if it lessened its ability, it did not. She could move freely with this as long as she kept her self in control.
She truly didn’t know how to compare her ability. She has yet feel it at its fullest against a force she could measure.
She remains humble.
When she says she is confident that not many can oppose her, it comes from the mindset that she won’t allow them to oppose her. She has too much to lose, too many counting on her. If she can’t then she will do what she can. If she fails… there are few who can even consider replacing her. She wouldn’t want this burden on the shoulders of anyone. She might be thinking hasty thoughts in trying to finish this now.
But the idea that this will be prolonged into the next hands they fall into will be such a horrible fear that plagued her mind.
Her power fluctuates as she thought about it and she got back her focus with some breathing and gaining a little bit of hope.
She checked the coordinates of how far she was from Myria. It won’t be long now. She looked out the front window of the space ship and her collected power was sparking for a new determined reason.
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