Whata Brother [Job][w/ Jahan]

Job Details:

Taavetti, walked through the forest alone. He had long left Gero behind at the inn close to the border, and he hadn’t informed him of his current location in a while. This white haired man, has passed ruined villages, and recently stumbled upon a small raggedy cloth that covers his face, and head.  “ Man, this forest is horrible. These bugs, and insects wouldn’t survive in the deserts. Ugh! I hate this oriental place, and war! ” Pushing shrubs off his face, another one came back and smacked him. Waving both his hands in the air, he grew impatient and needed to find a Inn, or more importantly get himself a drink. “ Where’s the nearest village. ” Squatting some mosquitos away, he trenched forward until lights came into clearing. He kept shrugging at some of the smaller insects flying by his ears, and this made him incredibly uncomfortable.

Heading towards the light. Joyful noises, almost like a small festival was soon to happen. Taavetti, flinged his long hair asided, and tucked it inside his shirt. He wanted to keep his identity hidden, so he adjusted his voice making it deeper, and giving himself a more aged out face. He wondered the village, long enough to over hear people say the name is called ‘Dai-Zan Village’, and that some local bandits were coming to ruin the festival. Shrugging it off, Taavetti went over to a small merchant stall. “ Excuse me. Can you direct me towards the Inn/Bar? ” He said, simply getting pointed towards the east. With a big grin, Taavetti waved the man off, and walked away. He entered the Inn not so long after, and as he got it scanned the area, he would notice that not many people were considering there seemed to be a festival soon. Taavetti, came up to the bar counter, and placed his elbows against the wood. “ What would you like? ” The bar keep said, as he cleaned a dirtied tankard. “ I would like some of your dirties alcohol. ”  He said, while keeping his head low, and waiting for what’s to come next. “ While you at it, tell me the news of the land. I’m new around here, so if you give me some good information, I’ll give you something good in return. ” Taavetti, said. Fixing his clothing so that it became pretty tight, and wouldn’t fall off even if he was to get into a altercation.  

The barkeep brought down the tankard of the fresh brew. It was cold, and foamed over the edge. “ So far we have the vultures around these parks. Six well skilled thieves terrorizing the neighboring villages, and ransacking the destroyed ones also. No one has dealt with them, and I just hope they don’t appear here. ” The bar keep seemed to have seen some rough days, and he doesn’t want to see more. However, Taavetti was oozing, and itching to get into a fight, or meet someone new! But so far he was going to enjoy his drink. Reaching for the handle of the tankard, he’d pull it to his mouth, and beginning sipping.

Wc: 538/1.5k | Stm: 170/170

Not too far from Taavetti a motion had began in the sky; descending from the air much like shimmering dust the rukh grew excited. The radiant birds danced across the air in the way starlings would descend from their flight. Landing at the base of a massive inn, several stories high the rukh felt a sense of rapture. It was soon to come. The story would begin at the top of the buildings roof, where several armed thieves surrounded Jahanghir.

The king himself held his head towards the sky for a moment. The scene had been a familiar part of his life, there was always someone looking to rob him. He was just too flashy, he was just to bold he was just too much.


"Aye those look shiny" a thug began to press Jahan who blinked from the distraction, and rolled his eyes towards the thug.

"Yea you like them?" Jahan asked

"Hell yea! Hand them over"

"HaHaHaHa!"

"What!"

"Take them."

Jahanghir rushed this time, he had grown numb to this process. Some months were better than others when it came down to his robbery encounters. Though some months he would face ten or twenty days fighting for what was his own. It only pissed him off that his own people had died for this a lifestyle of gold and flavor.

"RARGH!" Jahanghir lashed at the first vulture slamming his fist into his head. The man dropped with a sick thud and he rolled with great velocity of the inn. The next attacked, the vulture swung a hooked blade in a quick 2 beat flurry. With little effort Jahan countered, battering the sword with "BLACK_LION_FANG". His opponents wrist shattered and he stopped wailing in pain.

"AIIIIGHHHEHHH"  He wailed sickeningly and Jahanghir mushed his head flooring the git.

The next vulture lunged at Jahan with his blade attempting to stab him with a Dao blade, Jahanghir reacted taking a step back and rotating around the spot, launching a clear kick to the thief's spine dealing A tier damage. The man howled and dropped, likely paralyzed.  Jahanghir went on the offensive, he ran down on the most available foe. Attacking with his clawed hand he pierced the mans chest. He had grown more vicious, he had a real hate for robbers now.

The remaining two vultures were too shaken to attempt an attack,they turn and ran from the world king. Cowards.He crossed his arms and scowled in disgust at the men. To attack him and then run away. Didn't they want what they came after?

"Lord Beyond Strength! Crown me! World King!"

Jahanghirs body flashed to the normal eye but became pitch black to a magician. He grew 6 wings, white, platinum and ombre-magenta. A sharp silver face guard embellished his face replacing his crown, and his hair had became platinum ;his eyes even became more vivid. Jahanghir took a breathe and released his passive which soared through the space, dominating everything within 30 meters of himself. The running vultures had dropped to the ground beneath the pressure of Jahangir's aura.

"Let me tell you thieves! And you may tell this to your comrades!"Jahanghir roared at the vultures proudly and they trembled in disgrace

"I am JAHANGIR! I will take the weight of my gold in your lives!"

With great force Jahanghir then pushed off the ground soaring into the air above Kou. Like an angel he went through the sky! And with his great grace those who witness him may have thought him a miracle. Jahanghir left the vultures to tell their tale to anyone who might serve to be his enemy. He cleared the area and landed within the Kou mountains above a waterfall.  Coming to a hard stop Jahan nearly slipped atop the smooth granite but he was able to make his balance. Some time would pass and Jahanghir noticed the familiar song of the melodies. His friendly avians had returned from the hunt and swarmed around him singing him songs of praise. Jahanghir smiled as the birds began to calm him.

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Spoiler:

Taavetti, had sipped just about half of his tankard. A barmaid coming by to refill it, seemed tensed making him raise one brow. Looking up at her face, she looked scared. “ What troubles you?  One shouldn’t be troubled in my presence. ” The barmaid was hesitant at first, but she saw in his slowly drunk eyes he held some concern. “ It’s the vultures. Shortly after you arrived, they appeared and harassed a man as we speak. Boss, said don’t bother going outside now, but I’m soon off to head home… “ She said, and she seemed truly terrified by the fact their roaming. “ Don’t fret. None shall dare enter this establishment, nor bring forth harm in my presence. Simple. Simple. Simple.” Ticking his finger along the wood with each ‘simple’ said like tapping to a beat.

The barmaid, had gathered up her trey to return to the counter awaiting more orders. “Please have a good day, Sir. It seems like your a little too drunk to hold this conversation steadily.” One could hear how sad he had gotten with hope slipping away from her. She returned to her station, and as for Taavetti, he sipped from his newly poured brew. “ Ahh, little women. So scary, could not be I. HAhahaa. ” He said to himself, slurping up his drink some more.

Slapping open the doors were two men. Dressed tattered black rags, leather, and a vulture mask. They hid in a hurry, and swung at anyone nearby to get away. Such scared children they were. ‘ What scared these bandits? ‘ He was one to ask questions, but not at the beginning without snooping. He had no reason to snoop. “ Could y’all turn yourselfs in? Your scaring one of the barmaid’s, and I don’t enjoy ugly sights in my presence, so scaddle. ” His voice commanding. Shooting straight up, slamming his tankard down some of the foam residue splashed off the side onto his hand.

“ Sit down little pup! You don’t scare us. “

“ I’m not one to cause you to become scared. More or less one that’s going to kick y’all both out. ”

“ Little pup, I’ll show you why we called vultures. Stay here, and keep watch for that other guy! “

Taavetti, sniffed and grinned as the man came charging at him. Reaching into his nostril, the barmaid was sicken by the sight of the man she blaming how he was drunk causing him to act immature in a way, but this was only the beginning. As the man danced like a bird slashing their sword forward, they were met with a flick of his finger, and booger exploding on the blade causing the bandit to become covered a cloud of smoke. “ Little Pup, Big Explosion? Maybe I bare fangs, and you just a chickadee. ” Watching as the man held his face, and jump back.

“ Assist me, dumbass ! “ He yelled to his teammate, and he begin to press forward. Reaching for a second time, and flicking another booger more people became uncomfortable as they watched this display of childish actions. Taavetti, just grinned as the second explosion went off, knocking the man off his feet and to the ground. The second man, came to up slashing for double the trouble making a ‘X pattern’ with his hook blades, while he swung, Taavetti biting into his thumb, inflating the muscles creating a hard rubbery skin as they made contact. “ Take this! “ He snarled through his attack, such a normal saying these bandits have. Taavetti, pushed back with his inflated arms. His arms deflating as quickly as they had inflated.

“ Here go to sleep a little, I need to speak with the lady over there. ” Shortly snucking up his snot, and having it ball up in his mouth as the man came at him again, swinging wildly with his blades trying to recreate his ‘x pattern’ once again. Taavetti, kicks up the table beside using it to intercept the attack, while moving left with d-tier speeds he’d spit his loogie at the man having it scattered across him causing him to stumble with b-tier damage . Taavetti, watch him as he squirmed, and fell to the ground as the acids burned away at his flesh rendering him useless.

“ They’ll be paying for my tab, but my last drink is on me. Now miss there is nothing else to be afraid of. ”

As he took his leave, stepping over the unconscious body of the one vulture, and leaving the other rolling on the floor screaming in pain.  He heard, and caught sight of some man flying through the air pronouncing his name to the world to hear. “ Jahangir… Ja… Ha… Ng...Ir..?!?!?! BROTHER!!! ” He soon followed after the winged man flying through the air, not paying attention to the bodies laying on the ground. He had found the one thing that got him to leave Heliohapt, HIS brother. Taavetti, only ran at D-tier speeds so it proved short of hard to keep sight of the man as he ran after him.

WC: 1,418/1,500 | STM: 110/170

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A flowing zephyr pushed past Jahangir rolling into the hills and beyond the Kou mountainous region. He stood on the uppermost tip of the highest summit and beyond him enveloped Kou. The World King steadied his mind, and the sounds of his birds sang him sweet melodies easing his tension. It was all sublime. One moment he had had been put in duress by the hostility of this country, the next minute it was all fine. The sun would begin its descent into the horizon long before Taavetti would arrive at the spot and meet his long lost brother.

There was something to that fact that put a strange tension back into the atmosphere. It was as if the rukh desired so desperately to align but in the end was made unable. The feeling was too fleeting too nagging to be what Jahanghir could understand. so in the end he simply grew agitated again.

"ARGHH!" He roared, and the melodies scattered, frightened by his outburst. Then with such sudden grace the wind blew. The feeling of nature stirring around him only heightened his sensitivities. No! More than even that it brought back memories. A time where Jahan had loved to battle, where he had been temperamental, aggressive and bold.

It stirred his blood and even more memories of Reim surfaced. His determination in mastering magoi leading to his great talents in the area. His destructive ability at an early stage was tremendous, it was something his teach Ayero had smiled about. He could remember the destruction of the waterfall, and the way he had recreated it shaping it with his paw. It had been so long since that day, and his strength had grown so much over time. It was time he had to test it.

Jahan smiled violently, "What is my power!?" he shouted to the world. Or maybe he shouted out to Gremory.

"Over the Land! The trees and the skies! This world that I desire to hold!" With every word in the World Kings monologue he could feel his strength stir. His magoi felt like a boiling pot under pressure, ready to unleash itself once again into this world. If the lord's body could talk, it would in a rage maliciously shouting.

"Show me! Behold! The power you have crafted!" then even more viciously "REVEAL ME!"

Jahangir could no longer contain himself, his dropped to a knee, sending his palm across the earth. In his head he imagined it, the memory from before. Oh how beautiful the destruction had been, it was the only art the world king was capable of. His sent his magoi flooding through out his palm, his intention and malice echoed within the rukh. He focused for this one, and felt the sensation of his magoi move through the earth. Jahanghir would never have the most vast pool of magoi, his fanalis nature prevented that. Though what he lacked in quantity he made up for in potency, or even nuance.

Many days to years spent in meditation, veraciously observing his life force. Seperating it, circulating it and becoming so very aware with it it was sudden human nature. Now Jahanghir spread his magoi deep, deep within the mountain. It traveled in all directions creating a diameter dozens of meters wide. At some point he could feel the pit of the earth, and he stopped. Jahanghir took note of this sensation, the oneness with the earth and when he felt like he could squeeze its heart, he shattered it.

The ground would quake as Jahanghirs malevolence peaked. He gave the Earth all of it, his energy, passions, desire all destroying, imploding, thundering through her body. Dust and debri would rocket through the area, and Jahan would go airborne as he ripped the ground from beneath himself. Falling into the 80 meter crevice was a bad idea. Jahanghir would come rocketing out of the pit into the sky above Kou once again. He coughed a bit and watched as the dust cleared before himself.

The air settled revealing his masterpiece, an 80 meter pit within the earth from which flowed water of newborn waterfalls. Jahanghir had been abstract in his assault but even so there was something interesting and refined about the carnage. He smiled, it was just too perfect. The vast majesty and darkness of it, it was something he could only describe as his pawprint. No, this was far too special a discovery for that.  

"This is how powerful I am becoming" Jahanghir smiled and gripped his fist as he floated in the air. He would remember this sensation and through out his life he knew he would make it strong.

"Behold! My Castle Breaking Touch!"

Jahanghir would make haste from the scene moments after taking himself far along the southern skies and into the distance. The rukh would surely be disappointing, as the sun set over the hills he would end up far from Taavetti. He would never be able to meet his brother in his human form.
[exit]

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[wc -1622/1500] [Magoi 40 magoi | 340 stamina]

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