A Game of Lotus (Closed RP)

The Grand Koi Park / 2:36 PM

Standing high on a bridge of redwood, Kuminashi was balancing on the thin wooden barrier. As the wind blew colorful petals through the air, the garden lied in bliss and beauty. With the smell of oak and honey, the oriental area of vegetation whirled with wonder. The lady flipped and leaped on the barrier with glee, as her educator stood in the bridge’s center, watching with admiration. The olive man kicked and punched, practicing her martial art training.

With the approving nods of Sheng, the lady continued. The sound of sun-glistening water, running under the bridge, filled the garden with relaxation. The sun-kissed bro smirked, before glimpsing at the opposite side of the bridge. Immediately, as he did so, Kumi disappeared in mid leap. And, in a mere instant, she appeared on the other side. Performing more techniques, as she vanished back and forth, her mentor stood proud. “Good, good, bro…you’re very well trained…”, the olive master stated.

As Kumi eventually stopped, she landed next to him. “Well…I did learn from the best”, she gently smiled, as Sheng blushed. “Aw…I’m only as good as any other teacher”, he played modest, with a shuffling smile. She stepped closer to him, before placing her hand on his shoulder. With a slightly confused face, she replied, “I know…I was speaking of my father…”. To which, Sheng lowered his head in boyish embarrassment. “Oh, ok yeah…”, he muttered, with awkward written over his face, as he remember that her clan train her in her abilities.

The two continued talking, as the sun blazed a summer fury over the park. Blessing even the shade with light, the entire part was lit and shining of heated moisture.

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@superstay:

He did not react to the sun's rays, Bastian. He remained taciturn, the antihero, the lower half of his features veiled behind the shell of titanium and ceramic composite armor plating adorning his mask. Eyes of predatory emerald hid behind the onyx lenses of his goggles, enjoying the boons of their function as zooming, ultraviolet cameras. The woody scent of oak hung prominently in the air, and alongside it was the aroma, the fragrance of all things floral. The garden was beautiful, peppered with the vibrant colors of flower after flower, rose after rose, lily after lily. On one corner lied lilies, and on another, colorful rose bushes. His nose twitched at the flirtations of their scents, these flowers.

The smell of lavender, which was rich and brisk, refreshed the air with fragrant depth. And those fine roses, they coasted, sweet, classy, delicate, and complex alongside the seductive pull of Stargazer lilies. In the sky, a never ending expanse of azure whose boundaries seemed infinite, there were no clouds to challenge the sun for its dominion over it. Today seemed the perfect day. And yet, veiling himself in the greenery that was plentiful, crouching his ox-like, ebony garbed frame behind a bush, was a soldier who today was a mercenary. And his target was clear. Bastian, the Black Baron, readied his weapon of choice, the 'Kaiser Rifle', and from a distance, readied his mind and body for the rigors of combat.

His heart was forged in the fires of Mars, and his confidence was colder than the freezing winds that run rampant across the northern prairie. A silent fury, a quiet intensity and swaggering aggression was worn on his features. And in his arms, he held one of his greatest instruments for long-ranged assassination. The Kaiser Rifle was a recoil-operated, semiautomatic, long-ranged rifle with a magazine size of 18 rounds, a maximum ammunition of 5 magazines, and a 2x zoom ability. He steadied his breathing, the Black Baron, took aim, and with his foe's head in sight, fired, at supersonic velocities, a radioactively charged rod encased in a magnetic field. Targeting the head, the rod, along its flight path, consumed up to 50% of its total mass, and made certain that if success was found, its superheated properties and velocities would drive a hole clean through the target's head.

And if not, if the rod found itself trapped inside the target's body, it would continue to burn his viscera until finally cooling off. Accounting for the possibility of failure, Bastian re-positioned himself, this time, behind the thick trunk of a faraway tree where waited for his rifle to cool before readying himself for a second shot.

@aphasic: (I apologize for the kind-of long post...)

Sheng

At one with the park, the olive toned bro felt the warm embrace of sunlight. As the smell of milk and honey filled his nose, the sight of bright reds, blues, and yellows covered his eyes. His mind flourished with the scent of lavender and cream, he basked in the colorful breeze that swept pink and purple petals through the air. Closing his eyes, his mind hung on the cool breeze, which dragged sounds of harmonious event through the park. The buzz of nearby bees, the streaming of pond water, and pouring of miniature waterfalls and downhill streams; the park was filling with as many sounds of nature as it was with the rays of heat and sun.

Sheng stood still, feeling nature’s energy, as he felt an odd presence. His connection to nature gave him a sense of awareness, as much as it gave him his link to the environment around him. His flourishing mind was invaded by the sound of something zipping with might. Disrupting the steady flow of wind, a hurling vigor was echoing in his mind, replacing the sweet chirp of nearby hummingbirds. As the wave became louder, Sheng’s eyes darted over to the air-ripping bullet. Catching it, his faced tilted backwards in mere milliseconds. Feeling the compressed energy of a rifle blast, he felt the force sour past his cheek.

Immediately darting his head in the direction of the shoot, his browned pupils caught the figure. With black and greys coating him, the being was standing tall and broad. Sheng quick got to Kumi, before moving for safety. Clearing the open, the two fighters vanished into puffs of smoke.

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Captain Super

Taking a small break from his active duty as a knight of justice, the captain was now sitting in the park, staring at beautiful scenes of wonder. Watching the lovely lamination of sunny waves of light glisten of the blue pond, the heroic figure sat on a brown bench, eating a hotdog. As he chewed the steamy dog, he felt the inhabitant’s warmth, and rejoiced in his decision to come to the wonderful park with the two fighters.

However, his super senses started alarming him, and his hearing became the downfall of his peaceful enjoyment. He suddenly heard a zooming bullet, as if a heated whistle had echoed into his head. Quickly standing in alarm, the colorful man witnessed Sheng barely dodging the attack, Captain Super immediately took notice of the figure that the assaulted fighter had seen. Being a man of nobility, the Cap started running for the figure, beating the martial artist to retaliate. “…I think someone just attacked me, bro”, the passive fighter spoke into his com-piece, as the colored crusader rushed to the rescue. “Yes, I noticed it, and I’m on it…you just get Kumi and get out of here. I’ll get to the bottom of this”, the hero calmly ran, before activating his shield.

As he caught up to the attacker, gaining eye sight of the man, he halted in his steps. Feeling the heat of his skin, the Cap raised his finger in accusation. “Holt, fiend…who are you and why are you attacking my friends?”, he commanded with his dramatically golden voice of heroism. Holding his shield of freedom, he focused on the unknown man. Ready to fling his shield in attack, or lift his shield in defense, Captain Super demanded answers.

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@superstay:

A ruthless aggressor, a fierce ass-kicker with an air colder than ice, Bastian offered the star-spangled stranger no verbal response. Instead he fought. The sun's rays shined bright, and with the reflective shell of his carboplatinum-reinforced coltan-titanium arm, the Black Baron directed their radiant glare towards his foe's eyes, hoping to, if only for a second or two, blind him, deprive him of his sight and render him vulnerable to the coming assault. With a flick of his wrist, his rifle was no more, and in its place, emerged another destroyer from the German super soldier's armed arsenal. The 'Kaiser Shotgun', a semiautomatic weapon with a fire rate of 174 RPM. At close range, the shotgun was a toy of monstrous stopping power.

He took aim, the Black Baron, and with the roar of a barrel, fired cluster rounds of superconducting projectiles. On their warpath, the projectiles were ionized by a current, and the rounds, upon possible contact with this star-spangled foe, would fragment and arcs of electricity would flash-convert the air into plasma, forging an attack where scorching heat came together with herculean kinetic force, and a surging electrical charge to leave the target an unrecognizable, electrocuted, superheated corpse. Bastian however, had accounted for the shield. His foe's means of protection. And so as the air smelled of burnt oxygen and neighboring flowers wilted, drying from their sapped moisture, the Black Baron sought instead, to use the shot as a distraction.

One he would follow by de-materializing his weapon, and seizing the moment to smash his adversary with his mauling style of combat. With a two-step into his opponent's striking range, Bastian would bring his knee up high, teasing either a long knee strike or front kick to the body. Neither was the intention. It was a feint. Its purpose was never to land, only alarm, to draw a reaction, to force his foe to back-step from striking range, until... his foe realized it was a mere feint. And should his opponent take the bait and with a sense of bravado step back into range, the Black Baron would answer with an intercepting counter-strike, extending his arm from the shoulder for maximum reach with the intention of cracking his opponent's chin with a stinging straight left that began as a soaring eagle, and went for the kill like a viper.

Land or miss, Bastian accounted for the possibility of failure, and with no intention of allowing himself to fall into a compromising should his adversary defend, he back-stepped into a retreat, and with a quick turn of the heels and hips for centrifugal force, whipped his arm out, fist closed, and elbow joint popping into place what would be a vicious spinning back fist to cover his retreat. He was aggressive, the German. On the attack, and clearly on the defense.

@aphasic:

Standing road, the crusader of justice waited an answer. But, not getting one, he noticed the man beginning to fire. Captain Super raised his shield, signing under his muttering breath; the hero quickly used his shield to block a few of the bullets, he felt the forceful thumps that beat at his highly durable defense with each shot. As he did, he felt the array of bullet start to lower towards his stomach, opening fire on his enhanced uniform. Taking spraying bullets at his torso the hero knew he had to do something.

So, as the rifle ammo bounced off of his durable armor, they beat at his layered abdomen fabric. Flexible and durable, the material was made for taking the pressure of gunfire. It took the ambush of metallic force. However, under too much intensity, his Kevlar-enhanced suit eventually gave, and a few bullets roughly ripped though, piecing his belly. With a grunt of willful pain, the hero knew he had to do something. With layered plates of metallic alloy covering his chest and shoulders, he thought behind his shield.

Soon smirking, the Cap thought of a plan, before hurling his shield in the opposite direction of his foe. Returning to the view of the attacker, the hero knew his darting shield would return to him, soon enough. He then jumped into action, before launching himself at the readied figure. Speeding with fury, he noticed the knee of his enemy.

With powerful intensity, the attack sped for the darting knight of justice. A well placed knee of razor sharpness, the Cap sidestepped it. Dodging the knee, Captain Super slyly stepped to the side of his opponent. However, before he could fully standing in his fighting position, he received a powerful fist to the chin.....{(POW)}.....Thunderous and strong, his mouth busted and sprayed blood, as his head recoiled in absorption of the attack. And in addition, before he could throw a counter attack of his own, the half-metallic man moved back into a defensive stance.

Captain Super felt the throbbing surging through his jaw, as he held the red oozing wound in his waist side; the hero kept his ocean blue eyes set on his readied foe. Wiping leaking blood from his face, he dramatically comment on the actions of the blackly dressed figure, "...Strong hand, fiend...but, your foolish attempt at evil will soon pay. Crime always does...and in the might of my grips, it will be steam and just...".With his shield still hurling out of sight, it stretched the distance of the park. Soon reentering the scene, it raced from behind the merc. Aiming for his broadly planted back, the Cap stood into a fighting stance with focus. “I am the fist of freedom, the knight of justice, the beacon of what’s right…and all evil-doers will face my might!!!!!”, he aggressively yelled his signature battle cry, as he leaped into action. Attempting to hoped that his boomerang-like shield would successfully hit the back, before he tried to grab the than vulnerable body of the man. With hope of subduing him quickly, Captain Super would than rip the figure to the ground, before driving him into submission.

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@superstay:

Gone was the time for conversation. There, Bastian stood, a cold-blooded, ruthless warrior whose blood boiled and eyes burned with the fire of Mars. The air was burnt, scorched oxygen left its scent hanging all about with prominence, and flowers and plants had been dried and wilted from the superheated rounds of his shotgun. Burnt leaves, burnt wood, it assaulted the senses, and smoke lingered in a domain that once smelled of roses and fragrant lilies. And in the haze of smoke, came a shift, in the airflow. Quickly, and efficiently, the Last Kaiser's 'quantum mind' was put to work, and his instantaneous reflexes were awakened. Behind him raged a shield, one that threatened to embed itself into his back.

Before him however, waited his star-spangled foe, eager to pounce the moment the Last Kaiser exposed his back. He'd calculated the risks, Bastian. Defend or counter his adversary? Or be struck by the shield? With a quick, nimble turn of the heel, the German super soldier spun round, and with the strength of a 21st century god of war, caught the shield and without hesitance, hurled it beyond the horizon, past the boundary between garden and city. He'd deprived his foe of his greatest weapon, but at the cost of exposing his back to a takedown. He felt arms coil around his hips, seize control and then his frame driven to the ground by a trip, back-to-belly suplex, whatever his opponent opted to employ. It was a maneuver born of tactical brilliance.

Present the opponent with two options, and leave him with no pocket from which to escape. Though once on the ground, Bastian's grappling instincts were lit. There he fought for position, transitioned, scrambled, and with a sweep from the art of Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, returned himself to his feet and immediately worked in his aggressive striking arsenal by flicking in a jab and push kick to keep his opponent at a distance. Light on his feet, the Last Kaiser bounced around, his movement fluid, always ready to threaten with a kick, switch stances or intercept with a left uppercut or stiff jab should his foe seek to step into range. His style left the danger of the jab burning deep in the minds of his adversaries. And he sought to take advantage of this.

With a back-step, Bastian lowered his hands somewhat, inviting his foe to come forward and attack the apparent gap left by his dropped hands. And should the star-spangled avenger fall for the bait and come forward for an attack, Bastian would flash a quick jab feint towards his face, one that would force his foe to either defend and be struck by a thunderous body kick to the liver, or counter with the counter of choice for a jab; a lopping right hand, a strike that needs winding up. Bastian? He hoped his foe would counter. And should his opponent wind his arm with the intention of landing a counter-right hand, the Last Kaiser would pounce. And he would pounce by countering the counter-strike, by stepping right up to his foe, flash-forging a silicon-carbide bludgeon, as hard as diamond and surging with electrical energy, around his fist which he sought to ram into his opponent's liver with a vicious left hook of superhuman might and crackling electricity.