Post by Yoshimitsu on Dec 2, 2007 11:18:45 GMT -5
Set in FRP. Has some spoilers for the Vincent/Yoshimitsu storylines
Vincent, he was still only twenty years old. He should have been at least fourty five by now, but since he left, he had been training between dimensions where time flow was never constant. As such, his growth was never constant. He had dedicated himself to redemption, and to development. Everything he did tested him and trained him, from the time when he went right into darkness to find a friend, and the time he slipped into that very same darkness and had to escape. Weak, he had called himself, to have fallen into such a state. He had constantly been trying to improve, just so he wasn't as 'weak' as he thought he had. His hair was no longer messy. It looked as though it hadn't been cut in a while, but his fringe still fell short just above his eyes, choppy and not straight. His hair at the back stopped at the top of his neck. It was smooth and obviously well cared for. He wore a tight vest-top that showed off his toned physique, though he was still quite slim. On his legs, he wore camo-combat pants, which fell over his heavily worn combat boots. On his back, in their holders, rested at least a dozen weapons, mostly swords but with the odd exception.
Yoshimitsu, too, was no older than twenty. He had been developed, created, made as a weapon. He had one purpose, and one purpose alone, but it was a purpose he had defied. He was designed for war, to fight or, more accurately, to defend. He was supposed to be a member of Lord Dran's elite guard, but he had escaped soon after creation. He ran from the castle, from the city, fighting trained guards on the way and defeating them, taking a sword that had been with him ever since. He had fought his own race just to get them safe in their own dimension, and become their king, but he wasn't suited to that life. He moved back and made a ruined castle his home. His hair had changed somewhat. His fringe was much longer now, brushed to one side so it fell over one of his eyes, obscuring it completely. The back of his hair was as spiky as ever, and it was all that ocean blue colour. He wore a black, short-sleeved, fitted top that showed off his slender physique. On his legs, he wore semi-baggy jeans, laden with pockets and hoops for his weapons. On his feet, he wore his classic black trainers. Resting in a holder on the back of his jeans, his sword.
They were stood in what used to be the grand hall of a castle. There were ruined pillars and walls dotted around, still rising quite high but definitely not in their best condition. The area was immense, it used to be such a grand castle, but time had beaten it down. Yoshimitsu stood, one hand on his hip, looking at Vincent.
"Yoshimitsu, when I left you, you were still a kid, but you seemed so much older than anyone I knew. You fought off your own race, your own people, and tamed them, becoming their king. But you relinquished your title and went to a life of solitude, silently training yourself. You're stronger, faster, smarter now than when I left all those years ago... Yoshimitsu, I'm your final challenge," Vincent said, stabbing all of his weapons into the ground.
"Vincent, when you left me, I thought it was for the better. You were so driven, you wanted power. You had a lust for it, you wanted it more than anything. You went to the darkness and used its power just to get stronger. I never understood it. With all that power, what would you do with it? Then you went into the darkness, and back again. You went further than I thought possible, and you returned to tell the tale. But then you left, not to get distance or perspective, but for more power. Vincent, your hunger for power has consumed you. To prove that power is not the only thing... I will not lose!" Yoshimitsu said, stabbing his single blade into the ground.
"We'll see about that," Vincent said. Yoshimitsu just shrugged, and vanished. Vincent blinked. He'd just gone. He looked around for any sign of his friend. Suddenly, someone kicked him from behind, throwing him forward. Before he could land, a knee came up to meet him, throwing him into the air. Then, he was slammed down back to the ground. Yoshimitsu reappeared a few meters away, one hand on his hip.
"And none of those attacks were really that strong," he said as Vincent dragged himself to his feet. Vincent ran at Yoshimitsu, but the blue haired teen just vanished again. Vincent stood there, looking around, then closed his eyes. There was a sound somewhere to his right, and he kicked in that direction, but a fist smashed into his head from the other direction. Vincent swore. A distraction. He clapped his hands together, sending out a shockwave of energy. Yoshimitsu stopped, guarding against the attack.
"Why are you fighting, Vincent? What are you trying to prove?" Yoshimitsu asked, pulling his sword from the ground and standing there with it very loose in his grip. Vincent pulled out his longest sword. It was nearly as tall as him, but it was barely any wider than the average sword. He stood, ready for combat. It was clear Yoshimitsu wasn't going to make the first move.
"Out of everyone I've faced and everyone I've fought, you are the only person I've never been able to beat," Vincent said, lunging at Yoshimitsu and bringing his sword swinging down in a vertical slash. Yoshimitsu sidestepped the attack, then brought his leg swinging over and twisting, yanking the blade from Vincent's grip. Vincent hopped back, and picked out his next weapon. In the centre, it was just like a staff, but each end was a sword-like blade instead of blunt.
"That's not true, you beat me once. Seem to recall you killed me too," Yoshimitsu said, taking a few cautious steps back. Vincent jumped at him, spinning the staff with a sinister whistle. He swung the weapon round like he was dancing, but Yoshimitsu met each attack with an attack of his own.
"That doesn't count, that wasn't really you," Vincent said, swinging his staff overhead and bringing it swiping down. Yoshimitsu raised his sword to defend, then slid out of the attack and slashed at Vincent's stomach, cutting through the top and opening a small wound. Vincent recoiled, but before he could heal proper, Yoshimitsu jumped in and drop-kicked Vincent, throwing him back.
"Whatever. Point stands, the only reason you're doing this is to prove you're the best," Yoshimitsu said, stabbing his sword into the ground again and firing a round of blasts, fire, lightning and wind blasts at Vincent in rapid succession. Vincent jumped to his feet, green sparks playing over his cut as he brought his blade slicing through each attack as it came.
"Well, what are you fighting for then?" Vincent asked, dropping his weapon and firing a beam of black energy at Yoshimitsu. Yoshimitsu jumped back and fired a beam right back, a pure whire beam.
"Whatever it is, I'm not using darkness to do it. Vincent, I'm fighting to show you that there's more than just power and being the best. I'm fighting for..." Yoshimitsu started, sending more energy surging through his palm.
"For what?" Vincent demanded, breaking off his attack and deflecting Yoshimitsu's beam. He snatched up his staff again and shot at Yoshimitsu, bringing the blade swinging round in an intricate dance. Yoshimitsu ducked, dodged and weaved around the attacks, none of them quite hitting him.
More to come.
Vincent, he was still only twenty years old. He should have been at least fourty five by now, but since he left, he had been training between dimensions where time flow was never constant. As such, his growth was never constant. He had dedicated himself to redemption, and to development. Everything he did tested him and trained him, from the time when he went right into darkness to find a friend, and the time he slipped into that very same darkness and had to escape. Weak, he had called himself, to have fallen into such a state. He had constantly been trying to improve, just so he wasn't as 'weak' as he thought he had. His hair was no longer messy. It looked as though it hadn't been cut in a while, but his fringe still fell short just above his eyes, choppy and not straight. His hair at the back stopped at the top of his neck. It was smooth and obviously well cared for. He wore a tight vest-top that showed off his toned physique, though he was still quite slim. On his legs, he wore camo-combat pants, which fell over his heavily worn combat boots. On his back, in their holders, rested at least a dozen weapons, mostly swords but with the odd exception.
Yoshimitsu, too, was no older than twenty. He had been developed, created, made as a weapon. He had one purpose, and one purpose alone, but it was a purpose he had defied. He was designed for war, to fight or, more accurately, to defend. He was supposed to be a member of Lord Dran's elite guard, but he had escaped soon after creation. He ran from the castle, from the city, fighting trained guards on the way and defeating them, taking a sword that had been with him ever since. He had fought his own race just to get them safe in their own dimension, and become their king, but he wasn't suited to that life. He moved back and made a ruined castle his home. His hair had changed somewhat. His fringe was much longer now, brushed to one side so it fell over one of his eyes, obscuring it completely. The back of his hair was as spiky as ever, and it was all that ocean blue colour. He wore a black, short-sleeved, fitted top that showed off his slender physique. On his legs, he wore semi-baggy jeans, laden with pockets and hoops for his weapons. On his feet, he wore his classic black trainers. Resting in a holder on the back of his jeans, his sword.
They were stood in what used to be the grand hall of a castle. There were ruined pillars and walls dotted around, still rising quite high but definitely not in their best condition. The area was immense, it used to be such a grand castle, but time had beaten it down. Yoshimitsu stood, one hand on his hip, looking at Vincent.
"Yoshimitsu, when I left you, you were still a kid, but you seemed so much older than anyone I knew. You fought off your own race, your own people, and tamed them, becoming their king. But you relinquished your title and went to a life of solitude, silently training yourself. You're stronger, faster, smarter now than when I left all those years ago... Yoshimitsu, I'm your final challenge," Vincent said, stabbing all of his weapons into the ground.
"Vincent, when you left me, I thought it was for the better. You were so driven, you wanted power. You had a lust for it, you wanted it more than anything. You went to the darkness and used its power just to get stronger. I never understood it. With all that power, what would you do with it? Then you went into the darkness, and back again. You went further than I thought possible, and you returned to tell the tale. But then you left, not to get distance or perspective, but for more power. Vincent, your hunger for power has consumed you. To prove that power is not the only thing... I will not lose!" Yoshimitsu said, stabbing his single blade into the ground.
"We'll see about that," Vincent said. Yoshimitsu just shrugged, and vanished. Vincent blinked. He'd just gone. He looked around for any sign of his friend. Suddenly, someone kicked him from behind, throwing him forward. Before he could land, a knee came up to meet him, throwing him into the air. Then, he was slammed down back to the ground. Yoshimitsu reappeared a few meters away, one hand on his hip.
"And none of those attacks were really that strong," he said as Vincent dragged himself to his feet. Vincent ran at Yoshimitsu, but the blue haired teen just vanished again. Vincent stood there, looking around, then closed his eyes. There was a sound somewhere to his right, and he kicked in that direction, but a fist smashed into his head from the other direction. Vincent swore. A distraction. He clapped his hands together, sending out a shockwave of energy. Yoshimitsu stopped, guarding against the attack.
"Why are you fighting, Vincent? What are you trying to prove?" Yoshimitsu asked, pulling his sword from the ground and standing there with it very loose in his grip. Vincent pulled out his longest sword. It was nearly as tall as him, but it was barely any wider than the average sword. He stood, ready for combat. It was clear Yoshimitsu wasn't going to make the first move.
"Out of everyone I've faced and everyone I've fought, you are the only person I've never been able to beat," Vincent said, lunging at Yoshimitsu and bringing his sword swinging down in a vertical slash. Yoshimitsu sidestepped the attack, then brought his leg swinging over and twisting, yanking the blade from Vincent's grip. Vincent hopped back, and picked out his next weapon. In the centre, it was just like a staff, but each end was a sword-like blade instead of blunt.
"That's not true, you beat me once. Seem to recall you killed me too," Yoshimitsu said, taking a few cautious steps back. Vincent jumped at him, spinning the staff with a sinister whistle. He swung the weapon round like he was dancing, but Yoshimitsu met each attack with an attack of his own.
"That doesn't count, that wasn't really you," Vincent said, swinging his staff overhead and bringing it swiping down. Yoshimitsu raised his sword to defend, then slid out of the attack and slashed at Vincent's stomach, cutting through the top and opening a small wound. Vincent recoiled, but before he could heal proper, Yoshimitsu jumped in and drop-kicked Vincent, throwing him back.
"Whatever. Point stands, the only reason you're doing this is to prove you're the best," Yoshimitsu said, stabbing his sword into the ground again and firing a round of blasts, fire, lightning and wind blasts at Vincent in rapid succession. Vincent jumped to his feet, green sparks playing over his cut as he brought his blade slicing through each attack as it came.
"Well, what are you fighting for then?" Vincent asked, dropping his weapon and firing a beam of black energy at Yoshimitsu. Yoshimitsu jumped back and fired a beam right back, a pure whire beam.
"Whatever it is, I'm not using darkness to do it. Vincent, I'm fighting to show you that there's more than just power and being the best. I'm fighting for..." Yoshimitsu started, sending more energy surging through his palm.
"For what?" Vincent demanded, breaking off his attack and deflecting Yoshimitsu's beam. He snatched up his staff again and shot at Yoshimitsu, bringing the blade swinging round in an intricate dance. Yoshimitsu ducked, dodged and weaved around the attacks, none of them quite hitting him.
More to come.