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Post by Kira on Jul 10, 2024 2:17:50 GMT
Kira couldn't help but lose track of time as he organized his dojo and got it ready for the next days lessons. He couldn't even be bothered to look at the time, all he knew was that the street lights were on and the night sky was dark. He found himself getting his lesson plans together and figuring out what he was going to do for tomorrows lessons. The group he had in tomorrow was ready for the next step, they were ready to begin learning more offensive movements. Along with the offensive, he also wanted to teach them how to handle those moves on the defensive side. He wasn't here to teach his class how to hurt people, he was teaching them how to defend themselves and that was the priority. The only thing to that was, he had to teach them how to be offensive in order to complete it.
With the street lights on the street itself was rather quiet. The odd vehicle going by, the odd pedestrian walking past his front door. His Dojo wasn't a typical or traditional dojo. Instead it was attached to lots of buildings that had stores in them that ran down the street. Kira was lucky enough to buy this spot for rather cheap and turned the interior into a more modern looking dojo. The building had an upstairs which served as his apartment and the back room had a top of the line workout area for himself. He was even so bold that he had it set up to install a small gravity chamber in the back in the future. He read about them and wanted to try. Of course, he didn't have the funds yet. He was focusing most of his money paying back his parents on the loan for this place too spend big like that. Hence, why he was joining the tournament.
Kira would mop the floors and the mats, walk around and dust the place. He was generally just doing typical chores to keep the place looking nice and clean. In business, he knew appearances meant a lot especially to the parents that were looking for the right place to sign their kid up. They didn't want a dirty, moldy area with a grumpy instructor, no. They had wanted a respectable establishment with a kind and respectful individual that put a sense of trust in them, after all.. Kira would be looking after their kids for a short period of time during the day. As Kira cleaned, he had some hard rock music playing off the speakers. Though it was rather quiet, it was more than enough to keep the smile on his face as he cleaned up after everybody had left for the day.
After he finished, there was one final touch to add to the dojo. Something he wanted to put on display for anybody who thought they were ready. In his adult class, there was a few individuals who could hold their own. While they weren't professionals, Kira would've said they were tournament ready. Of course, Kira wasn't aware what this upcoming Intergalactic Tournament would really hold in store for the Earth. He couldn't help but think it'd be no different than the yearly World Martial Arts Tournament. During his nineteen years of life, Kira hadn't seen anything too crazy there, no incredible power houses that could permanently hurt you, it was for sport and the fighters were generally all compatible in skill level. With this train of thought, he couldn't help but encourage those who felt ready to join. After all, it was all for the sport and good fun. If you got the prize, that was just a bonus.
He took the large poster for the Intergalactic tournament and posted it up on his wall. With the lights on, pedestrians could easily see through the window and see that somebody was still in the Dojo and hell, he even forgot to lock the damn door. Though at this time of the night, surely nobody was going to come in. Right..?
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Power level: 1,414
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Jul 10, 2024 14:52:29 GMT
Post by Carriaxa on Jul 10, 2024 14:52:29 GMT
Earth was a diverse planet, a trait that surprised the demoness when she made her arrival in the mortal world alongside her brother, Samnu. She was aware of the planet's majority population being Earthlings, specifically Humans, who didn't hold the same power as other galactic species in the cosmos. She stuck around long enough to see that the Earthlings evolved since their involvement into space politics via becoming a safe haven for other races that felt the wrath of Saiyan conquest and the Planet Trade Organization's role into their own conquest. The ordeal turned engrossing, if not even very convenient for Carriaxa's grand scheme. Everything soon would come together in one fluid motion, she only took it one step at a time to ensure guaranteed success.
On every occasion, Carriaxa blended into the general population by disguising herself as a Human or other races and shield her true appearance. On very rare occasions did the demoness roam in public in her real form, provided that her brother wasn't with her to harp on at her decision to refuse casting a false appearance on herself. With the manifold of races that resided on the planet, it was easy for her to feign a fake story of her being from another planet that was quelled from Saiyans and came to the blue marbled planet for refuge. Even then, Carriaxa could flat out admit her true heritage and not one soul dared to strike any sort of dilemma for her. And that occasion just so happened to be rare. Carriaxa roamed the mundane streets in her accurate manifestation. Without her brother around, the demoness was casual and made the choice to not masquerade in her illusioned mask.
In the face among various races, Carriaxa felt the stares that shot at her direction. Through her Sensorial Perception ability, she felt specifically the disturbance in the air of heads moving around when they strolled passed her. Through just side eyes, the demoness became aware of it all. She didn't mind the attention not one bit. It fed into her narcissism that just couldn't help the woman from grinning. The attention was nice and Carriaxa never understood her brother's urgency to hiding herself. Of course, her dearest sibling was always lowkey and never drew attention to himself, much less than Carriaxa who was the opposite and had no care if she exposed herself. The demoness always had a plan to fall back on. Other instances, she had no plan and improvised; a strength the demoness enjoyed to whip out.
From her casual stroll, temporarily away from wickedness, there was an interesting scent she picked that made her scrunch her nose from curiosity. It gave the impression of mixture, nothing pure compared to the other scents she picked up. The combination in question caused her eyebrow to arch and survey the area for the source of the scent. Human and... is that...
Cerealian?
Carriaxa whipped her head around towards a dojo and with her incredible eyesight from afar was what looked to be a very young man through the windows. Her smile grew wider at the discovery when she connected the dots of the mixed creature in question. The demoness ever so slightly lolled her tongue out of excitement before she licked her lips in adventure.
Ooh... this should be interesting. VERY interesting.
It took just a minute for Carriaxa to pace down the mundane streets before she arrived right in front of the door. Her hand grabbed the handle and tugged at it just to see if it'd open. To her slight surprise, the demoness pushed the door open with ease and glared around the inside of the dojo. The area was clean from the lack of dust that struck her nose. Right there, she spotted a tall figure who wore all green.
Definitely Cerealian.
"You should really remember to lock the door if you don't intend to have unwanted visitors. After all, you're only asking for trouble." Carriaxa introduced herself in the dojo with a tease before she allowed herself inside the building. "Unless that was the intended goal. In that case, I'm all yours for the night, if you can handle it." Her voice was joyful while she poked fun at the young man's common mistake as she flashed a more relaxed smile. She anticipated to see how he'd react to someone that trespassed the area and Carriaxa was more than welcomed to bite back if such a first action was made.
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2,997
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Post by Kira on Jul 11, 2024 0:10:05 GMT
He was just finishing mounting the poster to one of the walls of the Dojo when he heard the little door bells that hung above the door jingle. He was quite surprised that somebody was coming in at this time of the night but he wasn't eager to shoo them away. After all, they might've been a potential customer looking for lessons for themselves or for their kids. He could at least talk business at a bare minimum tonight.
"I'm sorry, we are closed but..." He said with a friendly tone of voice as he straightened up the poster on the wall and made sure it was absolutely perfect. "..I'm more than happy to give answer any questions if you've got questions."
He took a moment to step back from the wall and glance at the poster. It was perfectly level and looked perfect on the wall. "Perfect!" He said to himself eagerly. Though when he heard the sounds of a woman and her tone, he glanced over to see who exactly had walked into his dojo. He outfit was rather revealing and his eyes couldn't help but take in the full view of her. Her words rung through his ears as she was being mischievous.
She was his all night? If he could HANDLE it?!?!? "UH!..!..." His cheeks got bright red as panic and nerves began to settle in. His eyes locked onto hers intensely as he did his absolute best to retain eye contact at ALL costs. He wasn't going to look at her figure again, he outfit was far too revealing and he had to remain professional.
"T-Trouble?!" His right hand came up to scratch the back of his head as he ruffled his hair around some what. A big, innocent and niave smile crossed his face as he glared at her. He couldn't deny, even blinking at this point felt uncomfortably awkward. "N-nope! Never seeking trouble. Not here, not me!" He chuckled awkwardly, trying to compose himself. Though at this point, it was truly no use. This was a situation Kira wasn't prepared for and his youthful inexperience was truly playing against him every step of the way right now. It would've been super obvious that Kira was overwhelmed by hormones and nerves, he wasn't exactly used to this kind of interaction or women of her caliber coming into his dojo.
He kept his eyes on hers, locking in, focusing, trying to get his mind cleared to handle this situation as a professional would. He had a business and a reputation to hold onto. He couldn't blow it now, not just because some highly attractive individual walked in. "If you're looking to spend the n-night.. TRAIN, If you're looking to train, train all night.." He got really red again, his face blushed with the bright shade as he corrected himself once more. "We.. - I, don't actually offer night classes here! You'd have to pick a time suitable on the s-schedule!"
It was at this point that he kept ranting awkwardly, trying to correct the situation and get this interaction somewhere back in the range of normal. The issue was, he didn't know how so his immediate react was an info dump on what he knew and given she was in here, he couldn't help but continue to think she was here to sign herself or somebody else up. "I have classes from Monday to Friday, all throughout the day. Beginner to intermediate..!" His hand scratched the back of his again as he awkwardly laughed slightly.
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Total Word Count: 1,268
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Jul 12, 2024 17:10:07 GMT
Post by Carriaxa on Jul 12, 2024 17:10:07 GMT
His face red, the stuttering, being uncomfortable, and the awkwardness expelled by the young boy was endearing, Carriaxa couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. She didn't think she came in so strong, but the hybrid's reaction said otherwise. She wondered if she could push the boundary even further, but not over the edge. Not yet, anyway. She had her limits, but she also had the habit of going over them. The demoness crossed her arm with eyebrows up in amusement, one step taken closer to the young boy. "Spend the night, you say? For all I know, I think you MEANT to slip that in." She teased with a giggle.
Carriaxa then stretched a hand out to the young boy, gently pushing it towards his face. She slowly spread her hand out on the side of his face, cupping it in the process. "You're just a sly one, aren't you? I'll tell you what, keep it up and I'll spend more than just one night. Don't worry, I'm VERY gentle... when I want to." A wink was thrown at the young boy's direction before she laughed once more. After a few seconds of staring at the boy, she eventually dropped her hand to her side and took a step back.
The demoness began to walk around the dojo, observing everything before her. It was time for a topic change just to ease him into being comfortable before she switched things up again. "So... I'm assuming you must be an instructor, a master, whatever you'd like to call yourself. I will say, I do admire the dedication it takes to teach a non-skilled population to defend themselves..." The boy looked too young to be an owner, so it had to be the previously mentioned titles he held. Then again, who knew? Maybe it was passed down to him and he was the owner.
"...Or be the ones that cause trouble." Carriaxa joked. After a minute or two of looking around, she turned around back to the boy before she continued. "So... do tell about yourself! What kind of martial arts do you train exactly? Is there a specific style or is it more general?" She asked. A good way to befriend someone by having them talk about themselves, her brother said. Even if she had no real intentions of befriending people, it was a start for demoness to see who she's working with.
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Jul 12, 2024 20:32:02 GMT
Post by Kira on Jul 12, 2024 20:32:02 GMT
Just as he thought he was starting to get on the right track and get everything under control, this woman had a way to bring it all crashing right back down again. He had managed to shift the subject and his mind to business, even if he was still reacting in a non-professional way, it was a step in the right direction that would've calmed him down if it carried on but no, it couldn't be so easy, could it? She just had to keep pushing that line. With her taking one more step forward, Kira's brows rose as his eyes widened ever so slightly with surprise, he almost dreaded what was about to happen next as his nerves blasted through the roof again.
"N-no, no, no, I swear! I didn't, slip of the tongue is all! That's it! Totally unintentional!"
He blurted out in a panic, his tone filled with embarrassment and awkwardness, his hand awkwardly scratching the back of his head again as he ruffled around his long green hair. He tried to give her a small and genuine smile but he couldn't help but have a massive and awkward one in the face of such embarrassment. His cheeks remained a bright red. He hand reached out to cup his cheek and he truly had NO IDEA how to handle this situation. This woman was very hands on right from the start and this wasn't something he was prepared for. All his training to spar for sport and he couldn't handle this.. small, elegant woman in his dojo. Though it was her words that made it even worse for him.
Her offer of spending more than one night was the end of him. His entire face was bright red and his arms almost went lip beside his body as his eyes widened even further. "Uh.. I , --I.. Uh..?" He was clueless, there wasn't a single word that he could think of to fill the short silence after her statement. Though with her stepping back he felt slightly relieved but he knew that this wasn't going to be over yet, it wouldn't be close and he was sure of that.
Though luckily for him, she shifted the subject once more to something he could actually talk about and he JUMPED on the chance.
"Yes!" He exclaimed, "I am the instructor, Master, Sensei..! It takes a lot of patience, but uh.. It's worth it in the end!" He paused. "I only encourage people to defend themselves, not to start fights." He smiled awkwardly.
As for his style, it was the Crane style. Kira's own master, Master Shin was once a student of Master Shen's. Though Shin soon saw through Shen and his negative influence and swiftly left the Crane School after some time. It wasn't something that Shin could encourage, he believed in self defense and nothing more. Of course, Shin had explained all of this to Kira, explaining in depth why the style worked but the methods of the Crane school didn't.
"It's called the Crane Style and according to the history I've learned, it's a few hundred years old." He smiled once more. He wasn't good at making conversation in this situation, but he had to try. "Are you here to learn or do you already know some Martial Arts?" He asked, hoping she'd stick to the topic.
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