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Subject Post 1PostSubject: A Morning Jog with The Blade of Kings (Open)   Fri Dec 04, 2015 3:22 pm

Character: Steiner Franz
Time of Day: Early Morning


STEINER FRANZ



"What a dud.", Steiner said staring at the rusted and moss covered sword he had pulled from a stone not too long ago. Some would think that pulling a mythical blade from a stone would grant the man who had done it some form of power, some form of amazing boon of some sort, or hell, really anything at all. Steiner, however had gained nothing. Nothing except a piece of dead weight that just never seemed to want to leave his side. Not that he hadn't tried to get the piece of junk away from him. He had gave it to museums, sold it to people for cash, and even thrown the sword away (in a good trash bag as who would want their kid carrying around a blunt instrument like this?). Yet, each and every time he had done this, the blade had came back to him. Like by some form of magic, the blade would show up leaning against his front door, or waiting for him near his mailbox, or much like this morning: waiting for him along a winding trail he had been running for his morning jog. The sword was everywhere and anywhere and at this point it was beginning to make Stein quite upset.

Sure it had been awesome that he had got to live one of his favorite legends of all time, but now that he was living that legend with a not so awesome sword in hand. Well, it just wasn't the same. "What is the deal with you anyway? If you are Excalibur...aren't you suppose to be some awe inspiring weapon. Why the hell are you all rusted and in disrepair?"", Steiner asked stupidly to the inanimate object. In fact, if someone were to come by, and see him talking to this rusted, moss covered sword laying on the banks of the lake they might just deem him as clinically insane, and lock him up. Yet, it did beg the question as to how this sword got the way it was. It was odd that in its condition it still felt quite sturdy when he had it in his hands and that it hadn't broken when he had first taken it from the stone. In fact it was odd that he couldn't remember much of what had happened when he drew the sword from the stone. Every once in a while he would get flashes in his dreams, nothing in clear view, and everything blurry as to best hide whatever Steiner was looking for. Even when he was awake when he would try to think back to that day all he would draw was blanks. It was odd and perplexing, but Steiner would not allow it to interfere with his routine.

"Well if I can't seem to ditch you, then I will just use you for practice.", Steiner grinned as he picked up the blade, swinging the sword as if it were a baseball bat. His stance began to shift naturally as he did, switching from swinging like it was a home run to swinging as if he were swinging at a dreaded foe. It always happened like this when he was holding the sword, it just felt good swinging it, and as he relaxed latent swordsmanship seemed to ooze out from him. "Must of been a swordsman in another life.", Steiner chuckled as he kept swinging the sword. With how the world was now, with all of these beings of immense power, he might have not been too far off. After swinging "Excalibur" for a good twenty minutes, he stopped, drenched in sweat, and tired. The blade didn't appear to weigh much, but it did, and it took a toll with each swing he decided to take. He plunged the almost completely blunt sword into the grassy banks of the lake and then sat down, leaning his back against it as he did so. He took heavy breaths, sweat drenching his white wife beater, and his eyes glancing up at the sky. He wiped the sweat from his brow with his left arm and then looked up the winding path, trying to remember if there had been a drinking fountain nearby.

Nothing coming to mind, Steiner took another deep gasp, and then got back up to his feet, grasping the blade hilt for support, and dredging it from the ground as he got to his feet. "Guess I should get something to drink before I head home. Hopefully there is a fountain along the path.", Steiner said to himself as he began to walk toward the winding path that had taken him here in the first place.
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Subject Post 2PostSubject: Re: A Morning Jog with The Blade of Kings (Open)   Sat Dec 05, 2015 7:41 pm

Yoma was feeling bored and wanted to pick up his day. after spending so much time training on his own he wanted to go out and mess with people again. He wanted to grow once more, grow beyond then what his own power by itself could bring him. In order to do that he needed the powers of others he needed them to push him forward. Yoma returned to karakura city to see if he could find anyone of interest as he jumped from building to building. he smiled as he felt all the sounds, aromas, and even movement within the city. it's been so long since he was ready to have so much fun within this old chaotic city.

“hell i been away from this place far too long to think i would being to miss this dusty old place. looks like this was a great place to return to to find a nice little target to play with. let hope they provide great entertainment. if not imma make them provide me with some.If not imma just chaos around town and see what that cooks up if i have to.”

Yoma eventually found his target a strange young man holding a sword which looked way too old and ruined to be of any worth. Yoma was interest in this persona. what was this man’s reasoning to carry such an old weapon.Yoma couldn’t hear what the fool was mumbling but this target began doing basic training. it seemed that he was similar to his other half in a way and that made him detest the man. Yoma remained hidden keeping his eye on the man. the sword in a way reminded him of his own Zanpakutō. a weaponed he had deemed useless but without he wouldn’t have made it this far. was it the same for the sparkly white clothed man. nonetheless Yoma headed towards this man as the man prepared to leave the area. Yoma threw a rock charged with one of his flame mines and had it go off near the man to surprise him and get his attention.

“interesting piece of trash you have there, do you even have a clue how to use it? if not i can destroy it for you”

Yoma took out his own Zanpakutō and readied himself to attack the man, he wanted to see how far he could push him. does this person contain any hope or is he just another worthless soul. he had no idea but he prepared for what would come. he created a charge on his foot and keep his eyes sharply on the blade of his foe.

“Anytime you're ready come towards me if not you could run out of here but if you do imma come following you. the choice of what you're going to do is up to you. so get ready it's time to spark some fun out of you.”

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Subject Post 3PostSubject: Re: A Morning Jog with The Blade of Kings (Open)   Sun Dec 06, 2015 4:44 pm

Character: Steiner Franz
Time: Early Morning

Steiner Franz

He had only made it a few steps on to the path when the explosion shocked him. Debris from the ground where the mine had hit came spewing out in random directions, dirt grass, and sand all mingled in the air for a bit as Steiner fell on to his backside, chunks of debris covering him slightly. Steiner spent a few seconds on the ground, getting his bearings, and focusing on trying to discover what had happened. After all, it wasn't common place for things to explode in this particular park, right? He staggered to one knee, plunging Excalibur blade first into the ground, and getting up to one knee as he heard a voice begin to talk about the quality of the sword he was carrying. At first Steiner didn't say a thing, he listened to the voice before tilting his head up, clearing the sand from his eyes, and then looking at the man who had attacked him with little regard to his well being.

The man was probably no older than him, wearing what could only be considered as body armor, and looking quite different than anyone else he had seen recently in the city. That is when he saw the Zanpakutō, even he knew what that meant, and staggering to his feet he stared straight forward right into the shinigami's eyes. "I can use Excalibur just fine. The real question is why you attacked me, especially with all of these people in the park this morning. What would have happened if that explosion had hit some kid wandering around?", as Steiner said this he noticed the shinigami switch his stance into a more offensive posture. He even drew his blade, a fact that Steiner didn't take as a mark of "friendly" behavior in any way. He clutched the hilt of Excalibur, pulling it from the dirt, and keeping it at the ready by his side. If he got into a fight with a shinigami, he would lose. He knew this because of his physical limitations. He wasn't a spirit who had a soul cutting sword or the ability to use some kind of explosive technique that a normal person couldn't wrap his mind around. No, Steiner was a normal human carrying a rusted sword that he had no idea would be able to handle a one on one battle with someone of the "spiritual" variety.

Steiner's eyes darted around, looking to see if there were people nearby, and trying to assess the situation before making his next move. The hand placed on Excalibur seemed to raise by itself, causing Steiner to jump in surprise as his body seemed to lose its tenseness in favor of a more flexible stance. He wondered if Excalibur was doing it, no that would be impossible, a derelict sword such as this didn't have any mystical properties. It was a broken down piece of crap, yet how did it always return to him, and how did it always seem to get easier to swing it the more it was used by him. He sighed, now was not the time to be thinking about that though, right now he needed to think about the threat to not only himself, but the threat to the people in the park that was right in front of him. "There are people here. Innocent people who could have been hurt by that explosion. I don't know who you are or why you've singled me out...but I will not tolerate random acts of violence against myself or anyone else.", Steiner's stance had shifted from clumsy guy with a rusted sword to a more structured and balanced stance. He didn't want to fight this man, though.

He knew that he was outclassed, he had no powers, and above all else if this guy had seriously wanted to maim him before he could do anything about it, he could have earlier when he didn't see him. However, he wasn't about to back down after that display. This man had bad man intentions, he could have hurt someone, and just thinking about that made the scars on his body ache. Remembering the nights he had made a mistake so trivial, but ended up spending a night in a hospital due to him falling down "some steps", as his father had put it when asked. He wouldn't let anyone feel pain that pain while he was around and would do anything within his power to stop others from inflicting that level of pain on their fellow man.
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Subject Post 4PostSubject: Re: A Morning Jog with The Blade of Kings (Open)   Fri Dec 11, 2015 4:40 pm






Yoma smiled as his opponent shifted his stance to something more favorable for battle. Yoma couldn’t help but laugh at this man’s comment about the people in the vicinity of his explosion. It was simple even if he wanted to hurt those people he had another set of eyes watching him preventing from too much damage from even happening. Even then that doesn’t mean that his opponent understood that. if he wanted to he could use this as a threat to force his opponent into fighting. yoma could feel something from this man a potential to grow and he he would do everything to push him and see this potential come out. He saw a reflection of his other half in the man but would this man also be just as stupid?

“What Worried someone might get hurt? that just means you were too weak to protect them? why worry about others? others are just dead weight they slow you down. As why i picked you i only did it for fun nothing special do not think you are anything important.”

Yoma charged in towards the man moving as quickly as his feet would carry him with his blade ready to lunge forward. As he got close to his opponent he would set off the charge on his blade and cause an explosion that as a result create a cloud of smoke and effectively lowing visibility in the area. Nearby civilians would also be suffering from the heat created and smoke surrounding them. In the worse case minor burns and small amounts of choking not enough to kill but to cause irritation. Within this period Yoma would strike any unprotected and unguarded areas on steiner franz’s body not trying to cause any major wounds but small wounds that over time would add up.

“Are you enjoying this? You did say you will not tolerate random acts of violence against myself or anyone else. so in this case should i just attack everyone here and see if you will do anything, or are you just speaking with your mouth full of crap? Either way i am going to enjoy myself. Just so you are aware my name is Yoma Yazaki. Yours?”

Yoma wanted to anger aggravate his opponent he wanted to see what he would do when pushed and pushed up until his breaking point. what kind of power would be revealed and what kind of path it would lead the kid towards.

Original show your disgust if you want want towards me but scale back my power for any big attacks i don’t want innocent people outside this fight to be too badly harmed. I am only interested in my target.

Yoma could feel that there were a number of people here and that the two explosions and the cloud of smoke should be scaring a number of them away. So scaling back shouldn’t last too long. Yet, he knew that the longer his power was held back the more enjoyment he could have with his target. He also didn't want civilians to get hurt. he didn't want unneeded causalities.





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Subject Post 5PostSubject: Re: A Morning Jog with The Blade of Kings (Open)   Sat Dec 12, 2015 2:50 pm

Character Name: Steiner Franz
Time of Day: Morning


STEINER FRANZ

He listened to the man's words, his face twisting into what could be as close to anger as Steiner could get. His eyes flickered with emotion, a dull rage that lit his soul on fire, and filled him with the want to overpower this Shinigami. How he was going to do that? Well Steiner had no idea at the time and as the attack began, he instantly went on high alert. There was no time for rebuttal or words, there was only time to act, and time to defend. He didn't hesitate to draw his blade into a defensive position, it came naturally like riding a bike at this point, and Steiner had no time to question what was happening to him. He would allow the blade to guide him and push him. That is when the shinigami let loose an explosion along his blade, the smoke filling his vision, and the heat of the explosion causing himself to wince in discomfort from the flame. Steiner had been caught off guard, he had only thought that he could use these explosions as projectiles, it had been a big mistake on the youth's part, and now he was going to pay the price.

Slash. Steiner let loose a howl of pain as a slash from the smoke cut him across the chest, cutting through his wife beater like butter, and sending blood splattering across the green grass. Slash. Another swing from the smoke caught Steiner along his right arm, cutting through flesh, and not causing too much damage, but none the less causing him to howl again. Steiner's stance shifted, his human instinct telling to him to run, and scurry like a rat from a cat. However, Steiner's took the wheel at that moment. There was no running away from his unknown assailant and there was no give in him, for a moment he had forgotten the torments of squandered youth. The pain he had felt as he had been battered and broken from an uncaring father while his negligent mother ignored his pleads for mercy. It struck a cord with Steiner and as he heard a young child crying in fear nearby, Steiner's stance tightened up, and focusing his senses he listened for the voice of his adversary.

It was rudimentary combat tactics. If he couldn't see his opponent, Steiner would instead listen to the voice, and let his dull blade do the talking. Steiner waited, more slashes came, and each one would find their mark, but Steiner, feeling weaker with each passing moment from the cuts accumulating on his body, would bide his time. That is when he spoke, jeering at him, and trying to goad him into an attack that would lead him to his loss. Yoma was his assailant's name and he wanted to know his. Steiner would give his answer. His strong arm clenched the hilt of Excalibur and much like an old world knight, his second hand would come to the hilt as well. It felt natural, it felt right this way. And much like an old world knight, Steiner lunged at the source of the voice. "The name is Steiner Franz! I may not be as strong as you or the threats that loom around this world, but I will not sit idly by while people suffer.", Steiner shouted as he jumped up slightly, bringing down the blunt and rusted sword, his Excalibur, down upon where the voice of his opponent had came from. His body weight, one hundred and seventy pounds, plus the strength of his swing would be what this man would answer to.

This man would rue the day he targeted him and caused these innocent people such fear. Just this once...show me why you are the Blade of Kings, Excalibur. Show me what sort of mystical powers you have!, Steiner roared internally as he slashed through the smoke at his foe.
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Subject Post 6PostSubject: Re: A Morning Jog with The Blade of Kings (Open)   Thu Jan 21, 2016 2:50 pm



Yoma knew that his opponent would not be as foolish as he thought and would still find him through the smoked up area especially since with how loud he was when commenting to the other man. what a racket he had caused so early in the morning, the park seemed less and less like an attraction for children and more like a painting of war. Yoma couldn’t help but smile he had heard the other man clarify and state his His name. Steiner Franz, Steiner has also stated how he isn’t very strong or strong enough to face the threat that faces this world but he will not stand idly by and let people get hurt. Yoma was bored by this comment of stupidity, Yet he didn’t have much time until Steiner was right above him swinging his blade downwards with all his force and momentum behind it.

Within this small moment of time Yoma decided to do nothing and take the full force of Steiner’s attack. Bored and resisting the pain and cut brought from the blunt sword Yoma attempts to grab the sword and sets an explosion off under his own feet causing the ground the two men were standing on to become unstable and scatter. Yoma continued to stand and absorb the shock wave. Unknown if steiner still held the energy to continue but due to his own drive yoma believed that he would be fine. in this case steiner is expected to had been knocked back from the shockwave.

“How stupid are you? is your goal really to protect people or did you come up with that as an excuse? You don’t have the power to face the evils of this damn world your motivation so weak that your ending hitting a wall and won’t be able to surpass your current level of power.”

At this point Yoma felt that correction was needed. He unleashed roaring flames around him and steiner to limit his area of movement. what remained of the park started to be consumed in the flames and emptied out the park of what was remaining. Yoma kept sending wave and wave of flames towards steiner to keep him moving and reduce what strength he expected him to have.

“Are you willing to continue trying or should i end this? You better rethink your motivation or this won’t end happily. simply protecting people is a shallow motivation it will lead you nowhere. eventually you won’t know what else to do or what path to follow.”

Yoma gathered wild flames within the palm of his hand and began forming a ball of flame. He pointed it towards Steiner. with a look of boredom and anger yoma braced himself to fire the shot towards Steiner.

“I want to see how you handle this situation will you survive or will you die show me your instincts for battle. If not you will not leave this place without having to given something up. Prepared? let's go.”




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Subject Post 7PostSubject: Re: A Morning Jog with The Blade of Kings (Open)   Thu Jan 21, 2016 4:47 pm