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@sir_percival: I read it as you seeing the stranger transform into something, but either way, this works just fine. Sorry if I misread that.

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@vamperum: Oh. I thought I left it open to you becoming a vampire or Percy questioning how does a simple man still live

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#5605  Edited By Vamperum

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Straying off the cobble path and dipping into the forest, the Half Blooded Hunter began racing into the woods, quickly throwing the pale of water behind himself, along with all of its deceit. Truthfully, he was taking a simple drink for himself after a long day of work, as he awaited nightfall, and the beasts that it would bring. As he ran with a form that had his knees reach up to his chest, carrying him with a speed to rival any locomotive on the planet, his keen hears could still detect something forest. It's breath, it's very weight, feeling as if it were dripping on the back of his neck even while he ran with such vigor.

This being was travelling at speeds that no ordinary man could match, fortunately, this man was anything but ordinary. He stopped, sliding against the muddied terrain, and felt the very atmosphere. No animals. Almost no animals. A few frogs were left, among some other creatures too stupid or complacent to search for safety, but that was, all. Just two hunters, an unknown beast and the man that it stalked. His ears twitched as he stood frozen in absolute silence, his very heart practically numbering the sound of its work to send the ice water beneath his flesh circulating around his veins. His entire body stilled for the benefit of data.

*STOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMP..............................Stompstomp...StompStomp...* The creature had opted to choose the path of greater stealth against this new adversary. "Clever girl. But la naiba! I need my sword..." He thought as he listening to the foot steps of the creature that stalked him, hearing each mount of progress that it make as it neared its intended victim. If he could sweat, he would have, for even he knew that this was no creature to take lightly as an enemy. And so, as the monster neared, its unholy presence becoming more and more prominent to Alexandru, he waited, until... *SWOOP*

The golden haired hunter sped off once more, hearing the beast taken after him once more, and it wasn't long after he would retrace his steps in an attempt to confuse the creature that he would soon hear the pitter-patter of feat that ran at speeds comparable to that of an elk. "What? That fool!" He stopped running, skidding against the ground once, listening for the second set of steps, only for an unholy beast to drop down from the treed and land just a dozen or so meters away from himself. "A Hellspawn!" The enormous beats lunged at him, the man just barely dodging its attack. "Sword. Now!" He said without so much as glancing at the dark haired stranger.

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#5606  Edited By Sir_Percival

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The Stranger's expression was that of surprise as it surely was shared by Percy's own face. The fool was still alive but alive he was. The beast still had not made its appearance, but the very presence of the stranger revealed the game was afoot. The stranger bringing the hunter to become the hunted before the skill of Percy.

Percy's attention shifted upward as the trees swayed mightily as if it had been struck by some fabled storm as the Hellspawn exploded from the trees. It landed with a force, its red eyes locked onto the stranger. Percy unsheathed his sword at the sight of the creature as he had done for centuries before. It was an ingrained instinct, as much as it was his breathing, and for the sake of the stranger, a muscle memory which would quicken the actual speed of an attack.

The fabled sword was now unsheathed, the mere sight of the blade in the area almost creating a slight vacuum in the vicinity. The sword broke into pieces once the full blade was unsheathed, to the untrained eye a failed sword shattering upon nothing. Percy though was more than a novice of his sword and knew of its wonders. He had learned the curse of the blade, learned to use it, to perfect it, and where an untrained eye would see hundreds if not thousands of shards, Percy saw just a blade which could cut a hundred if not a thousand attackers.

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The moonlight glimmered down upon the shards, almost like the sun to the mustard seed. It would sprout with like no seed ever, sprouting forth hundreds of swords in Percy's path. This was the blessing of his divine sword. This was Percy's sword, and not many had lived to see the total effects of its grand design. The stranger would be but a handful to live and witness its grand design. It would slay the Hellspawn with no prejudice.

It was the creature's name which the stranger hollered that lingered in Percy's ear. Percy caught the golden haired stranger call it by name but his call for a blade would quench any question he had at the moment. The stranger wanted a blade, forcing Percy to grab a handle of one which had sprouted in his path. He would pull it from the ground, hurling it in the direction of the stranger and hopefully lending the blade to its executioner. If the stranger had not the ability to slay the beast, he would surely use his presence as a distraction, only to slay the beast from the back with another sword of his choosing.

Either way, the beast would be slayed but not the question which now roared in Percy's head. He would look at the stranger with one of the many blades in his hand as Percy grabbed another blade into his, he now holding two in dual wield fashion. You called the beast a Hellspawn. You said you did not believe in the legends and only see deer or boar. This was neither. And yet you acted as if you were born to do such action. Something is not what it appears to be, stranger. Please humble me with your tale and I will tell you of mine which you now grasp but a piece of in your own very hand

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When one joins the (Marine) Corps, one doesn't just join the Corps. You join everything about the Corps. The fine men and women are not just coworkers, they become family. Forever. It's part of what Semper Fi actually means, and only Marines understand it.

It was why when Gordon got the call that his Corps brother, JJ Morrison, had passed, it pierced his heart as if he had lost his own flesh and blood. He had endured much with JJ. He had went to Parris Island to learn how to become a Marine. He stood side by side with him on many of assignments and learned the many stories of his Mississippi upbringing. When Gordon had left the Corps, he will admit that he did not keep in touch with many of his brothers as he would have liked. Things happen. Sh!t happens. The thing was, no matter how much in life was falling to sh!t around Gordon, he had time to pay respects to JJ. And that meant going to Mississippi.

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From the beginning, everyone knew JJ was from the South. His drawl rolled off his tongue as easily as he breathed. It wasnt until his passing that Gordon realized how "South" JJ was actually. JJ was the last surviving member of his Morrison family. He never talked about it, but apparently his great grandpop Morrison was big into certain stuff when the nation was being birthed. Cotton being that certain stuff. It wasnt no grand kept plantation but it was a plantation none the less. One which JJ managed to make Gordon an administrator of the estate upon his passing. Gordon didnt know whether this was some cruel game the universe was playing on him or the dying last gag JJ would play on Gordon, but Gordon was going to see it through.

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Gordon didn't believe in ghost. He lived for that stuff. Made him laugh when he saw it at the movies. The moment Gordon walked up the Morrison's plantation tree lined road toward the house, something hit Gordon that never had before, and it wasn't the immense oaks dangling over his head. It was a strong and awkward feeling, but one that Gordon had to shake as the skies began to darken while the winds began to howl. There was a storm coming. One which would force Gordon to ride out the storm in the house. Gordon would open the grand house door, unleashing history that appeared not have been seen in years, if not decades. He would look at the dust riddled interior, and back outside as the rain began to crawl over the horizon toward his position. Gordon would smile, grabbing his bags and going into the building until the storm would pass. Semper Fi mutha funker.

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Gordon had settled in, as best as he could in a century old house as the rain trampled upon the house's roof. The wind was no better, as the shutters that had remained began to clank harshly upon the beating which mother nature provided. It was an old house. It was a strong house. It was also a house Gordon knew why JJ never mentioned it. There was a lot of history in it, some which JJ didn't want to share. And for good reason. He had heard that JJ had killed himself. Gordon just attributed it to the horrible truth of war time PTSD. Obviously the man was battling some demons, but weren't we all.

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There was only so much Gordon could do, but Gordon had cut his teeth in worse situations. The house was old and did not have power turned on, so the dimming outside light was the only natural light he had to guide him through the house. It casted an eerie gray hue of unnatural proportions. From the looks of it, he had around three hours of natural light until his flashlight would be the only source that would remain to guide him through the house. Anything needed more than the flashlight could be handled by his gun.

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Gordon would walk through the house, the creeking of the old wooden floors signaling where he would be among the house. Gordon could hear the storm let up outside as the raging storm was no more then a drizzle. He had seen the house in all its expansive imagination and it was then when Gordon heard what sounded to be a girl on a swing. The laughter was faint, as it was distinct, but the laughter swayed in and out much like a joyful child climbing through the air on a swing. Gordon carefully tried to locate the young girl, but the sound shifted every time he thought he closed on the sound.

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Gordon decided to turn to his eyes where his ears had failed, but he did not see any girl as he peered through the decayed shutters. Instead, he saw a faint figure in the distance standing in the fields. The figure stood there, not moving almost returning Gordon's gaze through the distance that separated them. What the funk, Gordon would utter aloud, as he slowly made his way from room to room, keeping his eyes on the target, but the target somehow moved in great leaps as Gordon approached closer to the door, until he found it right to charge out the house and toward the figure. He would break through the house's doors, reaching full sprint to investigate the figure in the distance, but the figured had vanished. He would sift through the overgrown grass, his flashlight spotting the area with light as he combed for information, bearing no fruit much to his dismay.

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Gordon would huff with exhaustion, but frustration was more his vice. He had no answers. No rational understanding of what was happening. He would look once more into the expansive field which was Morrison's plantation only for his heart to skip even more upon reentering the house. The dingy white walls of the house which he had toured mere moments ago where now covered with red writing. It wasnt just one wall, it seemed to be all of them. The simple writings which appeared to belong to a child. Gordon had seen some weird stuff, but the house was quickly beginning to cement itself into the most weird. He had never seen this before. Didnt even know where to begin, but he had never backed down from a situation and this was definitely not going to be the first.

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Yo Mark. Its Gordon.

...

Yeah! Im doing fine. Yo, uhm, is that investigator still there. The one that weirds you out when you drink coffee.

….

Yep! That's him. I need his number.

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The trusty trailer trudged along slowly but faithfully along the highway, dragged behind Val's Kombi, fitted with an astounding 12.7 torque and 80 horsepower. She looked down at the fuel gauge. By this point, the engine was running on fumes. "De novo não." She slapped the dashboard , trying to get the arrow to point slightly to the right. "Well, that'll fix it, won't it?" The disembodied southern voice rung out from the seat next to her. She gave him the finger and the ghost laughed. "Hey miss, hands on the wheel. Don't want to die a second time."

"Hey, 'Tom Sawyer'..." She exhaled, frustrated. "I'm bringing you along 'cause you know the road. I don't need your joking." The spirit apologized once he saw her angry look. "We're almost there, don't worry. It's maybe a mile down the road. And I told you my name's Dawson not-" He stopped himself, not wanting to be finally exorcised. "B-but I guess Sawyer's a fine name."

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She rubbed her temples, finally in silence.

In a short while she found herself disturbing the residents of a small town with her loud brazilian funk, where she stopped to refuel. Despite their mutual dislike, she let the spirit roam freely instead of banishing him after their arrival. He was of the harmless kind, after all.

A much more frail spirit than the being she was tracking down at the moment. A weaker, more human kind compared to a much more frightening existence.

Valentina briefly shuddered, remembering past experiences. Well, part of the job... She then pulled out her notes and a pendulum from the trailer before locking it shut. Uttering a few incantations, the still pendulum began its movement, with the wide circle revealing that it was close. A simple tracking spell not at all comparable to the magicks of great witches and great spirits - such as the Witch of Endor, who contracted with the devil Lamashtu. Still, sufficient for a novice witch.

Performing the same ritual a few more times as she walked, she compared the radius of each as she triangulated the being's residence. She smiled at her success before returning to a more downtrodden expression, remembering what she was going to face. Back at the trailer, she stored away her things before returning to the driver's seat, intending to find the place before nightfall.

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Gordon's eyes would wait upon the long, bumpy road which entered the town of Nicetown awaiting for this investigator he had called in. It was the only road that led into the town and as such, one of those towns one could easily pass through once one blinked.

It was when he spotted something unusual, something unusual for what he had just experienced, that is. The town folk were a pleasant bunch, nice enough to help when eyes connected with each other, so they had a common look and feel. They were the kind of people that brought over apple pie and invited you to church if they had never seen one before. This one was different then the others Gordon thought. He didnt know if it was his years of training in the military and police force, or whether his mind was just hyper-sensitive due to him just experiencing something out of the Conjuring. Either way, a certain young woman caught his eye which was abnormal for either Gothic or for this lil' Mississippi town.

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He remained silent as he kept a safe distance while observing the young woman , Valentina, pace around her vehicle with her pendulum swinging fully in her hand. He did not know what the device was, or the purpose of it, but a little rambling aloud was not the issue. She was more then in her rights to do such a thing, but it was when she stopped and her gazed fixed upon the direction of the Morrison plantation that made Gordon's pulse flutter. What had transpired at the plantation was one of those events that Gordon would never shake. Gordon knew Valentina looked past the ferns and oak tress which lined the town. She looked beyond it, and for some reason, she was prepping to go toward it.

Gordon would leap from his position in a controlled jog as he did not want to frighten Valentina or anyone else for that matter. If her van still idled with her behind the wheel, or loading her equipment he would gesture for help while showing his badge to show the severity of his questioning. He would have no official business in Nicetown, but the action would be more of a plea from an officer of the law. If she had begun to drive away from the parking lot, he would have carefully positioned himself in the front before the vehicle was able to pickup full speed. Gordon would be unaware of her conversations with spirits, nor would she know where Gordon worked, but he would do his best to gain some rapport with anyone that had answers with the Morrison plantation.

Hello. Gordon would utter, slightly winded from his run. My name is Officer Gordon Knott. Im not from around here, so Im not on official business, but I noticed you were looking toward the Morrison plantation. Gordon would gesture in the direction behind him. At least that is the only thing I know in the direction you are going. My friend owned the plantation and he died. Im here taking care of the estate. Where you a friend of JJ's? Do you know of the plantation? Gordon had a million question to ask but would settle for the Valentina at least acknowledging his pleas for help. Any information would help!

Gordon would wait for Valentina's answer. Hopefully they would exchange information of what they knew, maybe over some coffee or something. If not, she would go on her merry way as he continued to wait for the investigator. At this point, he had nothing to lose as he felt like he was in a Twilight Zone episode.

sorry for the slight delay. I dont write as much on my work days off.

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She was about to take off when a man ran in front of her van, forcing her to hit the brakes. Valentina lowered the window, about to ask him what he was doing in terms not too polite, before seeing his badge. She recognized it from her time up north.

“Oh, hi. You from Gotham as well, huh? You're pretty down south, aren'tcha?"

She heard him talk and the small smile she faked turned into a seemingly worried frown. “No, I don’t know any JJ. Sorry, but I can’t help ya.” Val looked straight forward, averting her eyes. “Sorry, but can I ask how he died?”

One of her ghosts spoke to her from the necklace she had inherited. Hey. Hey, Val. Y’should talk to him ‘bout it y’know. She answered back to him in her thoughts. I’ve got enough people thinking I’m crazy. But she knew he was right. She could, with his help, talk to a spirit who, most likely, had contact with the being.

She cleared her throat. “Look, I don’t want to be insensitive or anything, but... um... do you have anything to remember him by? Anything that belonged to JJ while he was alive?” She pulled a beautifully engraved wooden box from under her seat and placed it on her lap. “Trust me and I’ll let you talk to him.”

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The Prince of Noone landed upon the surface of Venus with a new student to teach. The thick clouds and storms that usually surrounded the planet seemed to clear away as they noticed his approach, enabling sunlight to hit the surface of the planet. He removed his chestplate, and gestured for his new student to do the same, not so they are exposed to each other, but to the warmth of the sun that was provided for them.

There was now home, or lovely structure, but simply a cave that descended into darkness. That was what Zelos called home. "Greetings and Welcome to my humble home." He teleported, and instantly came back with a basket full of exotic meats and fruits. "Eat, fill up on as much energy as you can. I'm not sure how much you already spent, but I'd like it if you were on a full stomach" He placed the basket on the ground, where hopefully his student's feet were.

"As you see, there aren't many forms of life here, so you wouldn't have to hold back. But I do hope you don't cause major destruction, cause I do live here."He joked, but with a tone of seriousness that was evident. He pulled a nearby rock over and sat upon it. "So what do you want to learn today?"He wasn't entirely sure on how this student wished to learn, especially upon a planet that had acidic levels of no bound. "I know you said your family was looking for you. Are you training in preparation that they do, in fact, find you?"

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Landing in a short dash of light leaving nothing but the whistle of his arrival and the sound of his feet hitting the ground of Venus below him Gohan would breathe in deep, the harsh air of Venus flowing through his lungs just as easily as Earth's did. The sunlight hit his face and he smiled slightly at the peacefulness of it all. As Zelos removed his chest plate Jadyn would do the same taking the top of his Gi and his undershirt off exposing his torso to the bright and comforting sun.

"Greetings and Welcome to my humble home."

Taking a look around Jadyn would take sight of this beautiful and simple planet. "It's beautiful." He would say, and he would completely mean it. Zelos would leave for a moment and would return with food, something to which the young Nir'vians eyes sparkled at.

He.

Loved.

Food.

"Eat, fill up on as much energy as you can. I'm not sure how much you already spent, but I'd like it if you were on a full stomach"

Those were the only words that needed to be said as Jadyn dashed over to the basket and began digging into the delectable cuisine that Zelos had provided him, the juicy meat made his stomach rumble even harder as he began to eat. The fruits sweet flavor made his eyes sparkle as his energy began to refill and a smile grew on his face as he finished.

"Thank you for that amazing meal Zelos. It was truly amazing."

Jadyn's mentor and sparring partner would smirk jokingly and lay down the rules of the land

"As you see, there aren't many forms of life here, so you wouldn't have to hold back. But I do hope you don't cause major destruction, cause I do live here."

"I understand, I will try and keep it reigned in." Sitting down next to Zelos Jadyn would think hard.

"I want to unlock my hidden potential. My parents were the most powerful warriors of my home, able to crumble worlds and collapse civilizations, and when my elder brother was born he disappeared...I never knew him. So my parents tried again with me. I guess I was a success, they believed I was the holder of a form of power called the Mystic. They made me do bad things, always pushed me one step further, and I began becoming drunk in my own power."

Fiddling with his fingers uncomfortably he would continue "So I left when I was 16, and came to Earth, gave up fighting. But now I don't think I have a choice. They're coming for me..."

"And I wanna learn how to unlock and control this power on my own terms."

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Zelos laughed a little when he saw how fast the newcomer ate the food provided him. After he thanked him, Zelos laughed, as he reminded him of himself when he was younger and around food. "I see, I'm glad you enjoyed it. The garden's gonna be a while until it fully again."

He listened to Jaydn's story, one that he shared some similarities with. He understood the drunkenness of power, and what it could lead to. "Aye, you see, control is something I struggle with as well. The drunkenness of power that comes from the energy of the inside." He remembered his first experience in his God of Power form, and how it killed the people he loved while he was in it.

"So, perhaps. We can learn together. But when it comes to fighting, I'd say I'm pretty experienced with it. " He stood up, neither powering up nor changing his form. He simply got into a fighting stance, letting to sun reflect off. A great wind was reflected off of his glare, as he readied himself for battle. "It seems as if you have a lot on your chest. And I'm here to teach you and for you to blow of your steam. So show what you got."

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"Aye, you see, control is something I struggle with as well. The drunkenness of power that comes from the energy of the inside."

"Y-Yeah."

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Unlike his unknown brother Gokan Jadyn's power was calm and graceful. It was quiet and reserved gently bundling itself into the young teen's body. The wind whipped his seemingly razor-sharp hair back and forth in the wind.

. "It seems as if you have a lot on your chest. And I'm here to teach you and for you to blow of your steam. So show what you got."

"Got it" Deciding to stay in his base form Jadyn would drop into his fighting stance. His hands would shift, one to his face and the other to his thigh as he feet began shifting apart allowing optimal movement.

His eyes ran through Zelos' form with the steady gaze of a warrior, studying every ounce of his body, looking for any weakness.

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Then faster than sound Jadyn was gone, vanishing into the Venus air; than reappearing next to Zelo's face attempting to throw a high-speed scissor kick towards his neck, but instead of actually executing the kick for it's intended purpose, he would then move his legs to wrap around the God Of Noone's neck and manipulate the ki inside him forcing his body to grow heavier, yet spin through the air at insane speed, and with this momentum and if he was attached to his mentor's body Jadyn would tighten his thighs and thrust them towards the ground using the entirety of his enhanced weight to cause Zelos to crash to the ground with enough force and speed to cause a small crater where they stood.

If this didn't work Jaydn would whistle in approval and nod. "Good stuff!"

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Zelos stood read, his shoulders loosened and his arms stretched forward. His student preformed a scissor kick successfully, but the instant before the Green Giant of Venus reached the ground, he was elsewhere. While, assumingly, his student was about to recover from his attack, Zelos would be besides him, one hand underneath his leg, and the other over the other. Zelos would grab his student, and began swinging with hurricane-like speeds, using his own strength, speed and the momentum of the spin to build up the power.

Then, he let go, letting his student fly into the air at speeds sound would envy, purposefully avoiding any rocks to minimize the damage towards his student. At this point, if this were a normal battle, Zelos would've probably followed up with an energy blast from above but instead, he'd pick up a small pebble and threw it where his student would be by now. Hoping to shake him up, from the spin.

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"That was a sweet move, I gotta say. But not everyone is going to let you finish" He spoke to his student through psychic means. He analyzed the emotions his student was feeling to ensure he himself would be prepared for their next attack. He a stomped the ground, causing the ground around him to be temporarily unstable. "1......2....." He began to count, for reasons only known to him, as he readied himself for his student's recovery.

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One moment his legs were wrapped around Zelo's neck and the second all he felt was air. His naturally balanced body began adjusting to the shift of weight but before he could fully adjust he could feel his body spinning with enough speed to through dust and outrace wind, fighting nausea that overcame him Jadyn sucked in deep as he was sent hurtling through the air.

As he flew upwards he would righten himself up in the air and to Zelo's possible surprise he would see absolute glee on Jadyn's face. He was so wrapped up in the fun of the fight that he didn't notice when the rock went and smacked him in the head.

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"Ouch." He would rub his forehead and then grin harder as Zelos complimented his attack, and Gokan would settle towards the ground. Simply staring at Zelos he wanted to see what he would do next, as the ultra powered man stomped his feet to the ground Jadyn took that as his time to rush him. He used the now destabilizing structure of the ground to help push him forward, his body a graceful river of never bending motion ever fluid and perfectly balanced as he approached Zelo's he remembered what he said about Gokans attack being to long, this time he wouldn't give him time to fight back. Weaving into his mentors' defenses Gokan would launch to crippling blows towards his rib cage, and another towards his sternum, while somehow at the same time twisting his body through the air until he was at Zelo's back and sending a quick jab to the base of his spinal collum making sure to not throw the punch too hard.

Even through his attacks he was still as agile as ever, twisting on his backfoot, clenching his fist and now back in front of him, throwing a blow straight to his nose, all with rapid fire, speed.

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Zelos watched as his student went in for the attack, instead of a full on grapple, he went with short bursts of attacks instead. Zelos blocked the blows of the frontal attacks, his own arms were large enough to cover his chest entirely. And he braced himself when his student moved on to his back. He once again protected his face from the rapidfire attacks, but as the last punch was thrown, it would meet the Zelos's palm instead of his face, he tightened his grip, latching on to his fist as an panther did the throat of its prey. Zelos's eyes were no longer their usual black, but a shining golden, as hint of green mist hovered in the air. A smile of approval appeared on his face, "Good"

Then, he pulled his opponent forward, striking him in his Adam's Apple with some more force, but not too much. In the perfect coordination, he used his other hand to grab unto his collar bone, and pulled him downwards, striking near his student's diaphragm with his knee. Zelos continued his planned assault, if connected, Zelos continued to use his student's collar bone to guide body where he wanted to go. He turned his body and pulled his student along with him, exposing his entire length to Zelos.

He used his open hand to strike his abdomen, as well as using the same hand to strike his side muscles. To finish this onslaught, Zelos struck his spine's cervical sector with his elbow, and readied his knee as he pushed downward, using it to stop the body's movement. Even if his knee stopped the fall, he continued to pull upon the collar bone. Giving him a final kick on the side before letting go, hoping to send him upwards.

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He once again felt himself be grabbed, Zelo's huge form completely dwarfed Jadyn's. His tactics weren't working and he was being fodderized. His parents would be disgusted, and for some reason that pissed him off more than he could know.

He was the Mystic. the Nir'van Guardian, the Chosen One and he wasn't going out like this. A fist crashed against his windpipe, and a hand grabbed his collar bone and threw him toward a knee, but Jadyn would be damned if he just took this. As the knee came towards his diaphragm the Saijan warrior would cup his hands and thrust the knee back down.

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The rest of Zelos' attack went as planned as Jadyn actually began to pick up on his movements and the way his body shifted, and as Zelos threw Jadyn in the air, he would get his knees up, strick his elbow up vertically to dislodge Zelo's grip, and he would kick him with enough force to send himself hurtling back into a backflip transitioning into a handspring.

Landing perfectly on his feet Jadyn would smile, his lips curving upwards into a smirk, he could feel the slight hiss of energy exhuming from Zelos and could see the golden iris' in his eyes.

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Letting his own energy flare slightly the young warrior would be encompassed by a flaming golden aura surrounded by the flow of crackling electricity. This time he was gonna let Zelos make the first move, take the defensive until he had the opportunity to take the offensive. Get his hits in, tire him out. Going straight for the attack was foolish with Zelo's size and strength.

"..."

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This was beginning to be less of a spar and more of an actual fight, and there was no way in hell he was going to enter his Man of Anger form, not now. He wasn't going to let himself lose control again like he did last time. He amplified his own energy, but not enough for the transformation to take place. Only allowing a small bit more of the green mist to surround him.

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His eyes returned to their usually blackness, as he only wished to release as much energy as needed. His student stood patiently, waiting for him to take the offensive this time. Zelos knew this was where size come to a disadvantage, as he wasn't as able-bodied to always dodge an attack. But indeed he took the offensive, he charged at him with one fist ready to strike, until he threw his punch. However, the instance it would've came into contact with the Nir'Viaran's face, he would be gone and in the same instance that he left, his elbow would've be thrusted backwards into his student's neck vertebrate, but not with enough force to cause him harm, and he knew this.

"I believe, this is enough for today." He spoke as his energies began to fluctuate to higher levels, forcing them to lower themselves. "You're very experienced, you're less a student and more a brother" Zelos joked, but he was a bit nervous about almost letting himself go.

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Jadyn could see Zelos working out the cogs, thinking it out, reining back in his power and energy, and in respect of the game he would do the same.

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As he rushed forwards Jadyn wouldn't move an inch, watching as Zelos dashed forwards and eventually speed snapped behind him, but as the punch came at his neck Jadyn would tilt his head slightly and catch the blow instants before it connected using the momentum to stop Zelos completely before snapping a kick into his face.

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After Zelos had called it quits Jadyn could feel his and Zelos power feeding off of each other. His body fought to transform, his eyes going from black to green, his hair standing on edge, he fought his hardest to keep it in, keep it contained, his teeth gritted with effort and his fists clenched in containment. The ground cracked, the acidic air sizzled and the rocks beneath them began to shift and move.

The yearn for battle was almost too much.

But he got it back under control.

Barely.

"You're very experienced, you're less a student and more a brother"

"Y-Yeah, thanks Zelos."

His breath was hitched, his hands would sore, restrainted was something he struggled with every day, and he was appreciative of the fact that his friend was able to help give him a lesson in self control, if Zelos wouldn't transform then either would he.

"That was a good spar."

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Zelos noticed the battle of control, as watched Jaydn's lifeforce conflict with his emotions. This is a battle that Zelos was familiar with and one lose changed him forever. After seeing Jadyn calm himself down, and gain control of himself, he nodded in approval. "Glad I could teach you something" He didn't want this one to experience the things he has, so he's willing to help at all costs

"So tell me about Earth and how'd you like it there?" The time he actually met Jaydn was he first time every being on the planet Earth, one reason is that he doesn't want what happened here to happen on a planet that's full of life and probably love. "Are they treating you good there?" Once again he disappeared and came back with two baskest, one full of chocaltes which was his own, and another that was full of meats and fruits which he gave to Jaydn. He sat down and began eating, but instead of taking handfuls, he grabbed an individual
chocolate bar and took tiny bites, savoring the flavor as he listened

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The squeal of the tires and smell of rubber in the air reminded Gordon of his days when he was a blue clothed police officer. He couldn't but help to crack a smile as he easily realized Valentina was holding her sour frustrations within, maybe it was because of her manners. Maybe it was because of the Gothic City badge he was holding.

She admitted she was from Gothic too, what where the chances of that occurring in the small town of Mississippi, he wondered. Her short answers were very much in-line with many he had experienced in Gothic. Who was to blame anyone that escaped the boundaries of Gothic. It seemed to mold someone, sometimes not for the better and it linger upon a person wherever they went.

Valentina didn't know JJ, which closed one of his possibilities but her unsure questioning of the cause of his death sparked Gordon's curiosity. He was unaware of her conversation with her spirits, so being open about JJ didn't seem too much to ask. I heard he killed himself, Gordon said with a sincere tone of loss. We served together in the Marines. He was like my brother, but from another mother, if you know what I mean. A soft chuckle would escape his lips at the thought of JJ as he inhaled deeply about the rumors he had heard and the stuff that he had just witnessed. I don't believe it though. Not after what Ive seen. I heard he went crazy. Many soldiers suffer from PTSD, but after what I saw from his place, I don't think it was PTSD.

Gordon was a little taken back by her claim of being able to talk to JJ. Gordon wasn't into that voodoo, mumbo jumbo, but he was open to any explanation he could find, especially when in a small town such as the one they found themselves to occupy. I have his dog-tags. From when we served in the Corps. He would look seriously at her through her window as to try to gain some kind of connection for what he would say next would be the truth. The thing is, the dog-tags are at his family's estate. That's where the problem lies. It may sound crazy, but I think his house is haunted. If you can help, Ill more than willing to escort you there. Im pretty desperate because I don't have answers.

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Telling Zelos to grab his shoulder Gokan would then transport the Duo to a planet trillions of light-years away from Earth with no living organisms of any significance. The sky burned orange and the ground was a silverish grey, and silence filled the molten air, though Gokan and Zelos would find themselves able to breathe normally due to their physiology.

A planet twice the size of their own, and uninhabited Gokan would glance at Zelos and give him the details...

"You're going to lose control, I want you to dig down deep, get all that rage out, channel it, let it grow. Let it out, if you have to try and kill me so be it, but we're gonna get that rage under control. And that means by letting it out first."

You ready?
You ready?
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Zelos sat upon the planet's floor with his legs folded beneath him. It was deserted and inhabitable, much like his own. He nodded in understanding to his rules and began to muster up the anger inside of him. He began to think about the incident, the death of nearly an entire species. The wrongdoing among those who helped him, and the death of his only father figure, and the harm he caused the love of his life.

Green auras swirled around him as they caused his hair to stand up on its own. His irises were still visible, but now they were golden. He turned to see that he got larger, but this wasn't the form that killed them, this wasn't where he needed to be. So he began to strike himself, in his face, over and over again. A bit of his own mind was lost in this form "Git angrier you...bastard" He said to himself between each strike.

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Powering up to Super Saijan one Gokan would look at Zelos and in a blur of light he would vanish, and appear in front of Zelos as he was still powering up, he would clench his fist and attempt to slam it into Zelos' face hard enough the the entire tectonic plate they were standing on shook. Just the air wave of the blow was enough to shatter the ground.

But his intent wasn't to harm, it was to get him angrier "IS THAT IT?! THAT THE RAGE YOU GOT INSIDE?! IT'S PATHETIC! COME ON AND GET MAD!"

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Zelos's face jerked back from the punch, his anger already exceeded a different level when he was punching himself. This final blow pushed it. His hair didn't even turn yellow, instead it was green. A deathly green and his own muscle mass extended three times. His pupils disappeared and his aura turned deadly as it extended outward being to cover the entire planet in a deathly aura that sucked the lifeforce anything in its way. The heat underneath him began to burn at temperatures the sun envied, but with all this power his mind was gone.

"ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH" He yelled in fury as he attacked the Saijain with speeds that made time irrelavnt.

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The anger was so strong that Gokan could feel it inside his bones, and in the space of nothing blows were coming towards him almost faster than he could perceive, the two turned into a blur of motion so quick that them just shifting movement shook the planet, Gokan bobbed and weaved using his speed and agility to outmaneuver Zelos with flexibility that would make the best of acrobats scream in jealousy, but eventually Gokan got tagged with a blow that would send him rocketing across the planet in a destructive display.

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But nothin could keep the Saijan warrior down as he rose with a scream and a blast of golden energy, time screamed as Gokan burnt the laws of physics and found himself back in front of Zelos, he began unleashing punches and kicks with pure martial mastery, each blow shook the planet, each punch blew the heavens.

"LET'S GO! COME ON!"

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He couldn't think, he only acted in primal rage. His attacker's energy, their fuel, began to fuel his own. Every blow strengthened Zelos and fueled his raged, which burned hotter than anything in this galaxy. His own green showed hints of golden as his began to use his attacker's strength mixed with his own. His Green Mortem Aura (Green Death) began to turn darker as he strengthen himself.

His light soon drowned out that planet' sun, as only death encased around him. Then, it hit. Instead of Rage, there was sorrow, as he began to have glimpse of memories if what happened last time he felt this way, this powerful. His thoughts came back to him, and with his thoughts, left this immense power. Slowly decreasing in size, and his green turned to golden.

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In this sober state, Zelos grabbed the the final blow. And discarded the punch, not returning oneback. "Don't ever make me do that again." He said with an unusual harshness, the power felt good, but the absence of a mind wasn't something that should ever be traded for.

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As the two traded blows Gokan began laughing, he could feel the Saijan Force feeding Zelos and he poured in more energy to heighten the strength of his foe, therefore, in turn, heightening his own, the two began to feed off of each other, their fists colliding with the force of asteroids, the ground heated with the power of suns.

But slowly Gokan could sense the changes, his foe was saddening, slowing down, the power began draining and so Gokan would slow with him until the fight was ended.

Unharmed and confused Gokan would look at him as he lowered in power level, until he would cut it completely and go back to base form.

"Dude, what the Hell? You were doin good. If you chicken out everytime you cut loose a little bit you'll always live in fear..."

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"I prefer to remain in some control of my actions. If that means never "cutting loose" then I'm fine with that." Zelos, now in his base, returned to the ground, his face no longer having the emotions of pride and anger he had before. He continued to lower his power level, but instead of simply leaving him in based form, he cause his energies to switch between his Man of Anger and Man from Above forms.

He continued to fluctuate between the forms, his energies spiking to unusual levels to fall back down. His energies began to entangle with each other, until finally he decided to stay in his base form. "So, tell me about this Instinct you created?"

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"You're gonna regret not mastering that form one day, but I'll leave it alone for now." Stretching his calfs Gokan would glance at Zelos "Instinct is a technique revolved around the body, a fighter is a million times stronger without the inhibition of thinking about their actions before performing them, complete and utter self-movement. Let me show you."

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Energy would slowly drift around his body as the Saijan Warriors mind cleared, Gokans eyes gaze at seemingly a sea of nothing lost in the rhythmic percussion of the mind being cleared.. His eyes are steady to the horizon, face aglow with the silver rays that beckons the stars. His lips bear the semblance of a smile, and then there was nothing. Just the hum of the soft aura that surrounded him. His pitch-black hair glowed with liquid platinum streaks and his face showed signs of emptiness, just pure nothing. His eyes shine and for once Gokans demeanor was something other than the hungry, goofy and childish fighter.

Simply lifting his hand he would motion for Zelos to try something, anything, to tag him.

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This gonna be good *watches*
This gonna be good *watches*

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Zelos watched the energy's shift in fierceness, as it changed from it's usually rage into a steady stream of energy. He watched his opponent's hair change as it ever so gently blew from above him. Zelos pointed his fingers at him, and automatically fired the beam of burning light at the new form of Gokan. After, the actions of whatever resulted finished, Zelos would begin to attempt the same thing.

He calmed his energy, bringing it within himself as he tried to clear his mind. His own black hair began to slowly drift above him, but then suddenly, it spiked upwards. His once clear aura turned back to his normal green, as he gritted his teeth in anger, he wasn't sure what made him angry this time. It may have been his own energies messing with his emotions. So he tried again...and once again failed. He shut his eyes and took a deep breath as he silently mediated on himself before trying it one more time.

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“Not ‘think.’” Val tapped her steering wheel worriedly. “You ‘know.’ Don’t you?” She reached to open the door for him and put the box away beneath his feet. She gave a slight smile. “Hmm... and I’ll be the one escorting you.”

As they drove, her methodical tapping didn’t stop. Soon after, they stopped a few hundred meters away from the house. He was about to exit the car before she held onto his arm for him to wait a bit more. She grasped in her hand the picture of St. George that was in her glove box and silently muttered to herself for a while, a bit pale.

“Eu estou vestido com as roupas e as armas de Jorge, para que meus inimigos tenham mãos e não me toquem, para que meus inimigos tenham pés e não me alcancem, para que meus inimigos tenham olhos e não me vejam e nem mesmo pensamento eles possam ter para me fazerem mal...”

She cleared her throat and color returned to her face. “Take this.” Valentina handed him a rosary and kept the image for hersef in her pocket. She stepped outside with a heavy suitcase and took a few steps towards the house. Slow, hesitant steps. “This is it, right? Let’s get a move on while it’s day.”

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The ride was straight and direct, the awkward tension of what he was returning to made the ride relatively quite outside of her rhythmic tapping, while also neglecting to ask what was in her box. He didn’t know what her pendulum did. He didn’t know her purpose but he had a hunch that she was the person that was needed for this mission. He couldn’t explain it. That gut feeling was screaming loud with this one. It was like knowing someone was a soldier and had seen actual combat . She may not have looked it, but if the paranormal was like being a soldier, his gut was screaming she was a tier one special operative take names later type of person.

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The moment he felt the tires of her van go over the rickety wooden bridge that crossed the small creek, his heart skipped a beat. He hadn’t felt this since he was in Fallujah. He could hear her van shriek to a stop, the rundown plantation house welcoming his return. He took a deep breathe when he was about to embark out the car when Valentina suddenly grabbed his arm. Her face was serious. The type of look one got from Momma when she was about to tell you something of dire consequences. Gordon never interrupted Momma when she had that look and wasn’t going to with Valentina. She pulled out a picture that one would see in a church, Gordon taking it as a token of luck until that Momma look whitened her face as she began to speak in another language. Gordon could pick up some some of the Spanish undertones, which he understood after a second as his mind suddenly reverted into translating, but it was the other words that threw him off. He assumed it to be Portuguese, obviously Valentina was from Brazil. He assumed it was good to know as she handed him some Rosary beads. Gordon wasn’t going to turn it down as he knew he was returning to something from the Omen or Poltergeist, so any charm worth giving Gordon would gladly accept, crosses, holy water, silver bullets, garlic, and even Rosary beads. He smiled slightly looking at Valentina, I’m just letting you know I’m not Catholic but if you think it will help, thank you. And thanks for coming.

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Gordon could do nothing more then nod when asked if this was the place, Gordon overtaking her position to open the door. His bottom teeth seemingly swallowed his upper lip in disgust as the red writing which covered the house was now gone. This was getting crazy to Gordon. He knew what he had seen as he walked up to the wall with old red and white wallpaper only to pull it off in disgust. It’s not here. None of it is here. There was this weird red writing which covered the entire wall of this house. He let out a soft chuckle as his hands rested on his hips in defeat, waiting for Valentina’s reaction, most likely thinking he was crazy. I’m telling you, there was writing on this wall.

He would further stomp through the house just in the look of Valentina explaining the other weird happenings. This is where I saw the woman in the field and heard kids playing on the swing. He would look at Valentina hoping she had an answer. I’m not making this up.

He would slowly walk over to the duffel bag to grab JJs dog tags when suddenly he saw something that wasn’t really there passing outside from the open door view. He would quickly hand Valentina the tags as he hurried outside to catch a better look at the thing new saw. He looked intently, his hand carefully on his gun in case he needed it but there was nothing there. Did you see it? He asked loud enough for Valentina to hear. There was some kid. Running toward the lake. It was in the same direction I saw the lady, which gave him pause. Give me something Valentina because I think I’m going crazy

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Valentina’s eyes flashed as she saw a gust fly by; a certainly non-human aura. She stepped outside by his side as she gazed in the direction of the lake. “I saw it too. But it’s gone now...”

The young woman gently put her hand over Gordon’s, pulling it away from the gun. “I’m not sure you’ll be needing that, sheriff.” Her pretty face wore a comforting, albeit feigned, smile. “Let’s leave, Gordon. We really need to.” Once she was a few steps away, she turned and showed him the dog tags. “You’re not crazy. I believe you already, but now you’re gonna believe me also.”

Getting back into the van, the same rhythmic tapping returned. Looking back at the house with a tense expression every now and then, the two made their way back to town.