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1Solitude [Training] Empty Solitude [Training] 03/11/14, 08:05 pm

Jian

Jian
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Being a secretive person had many perks. People underestimated you in combat because they assumed you were just a normal civilian, you could get away with a lot of things and you blended into crowds a lot easier than other people.

It was why Jian had never once complained about having to keep such a low notoriety level as an assassin. Outside of certain circles, the name "Yanyuan" meant absolutely nothing, and that was the way he liked it to stay.

It meant that he wasn't going to be bothered by cops unless they were trying to hire him do some legitimate work.

Plus, having had the blood of princes on his hands, it would have spelled his death if the public ever found out about his true name. He could be executed for treason in three different countries as of right now.

However, as good as it was, there was no shortage of issues when it came to this as well. There was nothing in this world that didn't come with drawbacks, even if they were relatively minor compared to the boons given by said decision. The major one that he was thinking about right now was the fact that, when training, you always had to be careful where you trained.

Having spent a few days perfecting a new flammable weapon, naming it after a mythical volcano from his homeland of Kou, he wanted to perfect its use as well as train with the throwing knives that he had picked up recently to make sure that he truly knew how to wield them properly. After the horse incident, he had to be careful how he acted in terms of throwing knives.

Speaking of the horse incident, that was partly why he was so unhappy about having to come all the way out here to avoid getting any attention in his experiments. He was no longer unable to move, but he was walking with a pronounced limp and his acrobatism had certainly decreased since his fall.

Honestly, he should probably have been glad to be able to walk at all. Medical bills were incredibly expensive, and as he was Kouenese there were plenty of people who refused to heal him simply because of his ethnicity.

Working with the military had earned him free medical cover, but it wasn't just going to heal immediately without a life mage, something that was incredibly rare in this country.

Stepping out onto the field that locals called "the Wrekage" Jian smiled at his surroundings. This place was sort of like a graveyard; it had an unignorable sense of death and loss. Whatever had once been here was now completely destroyed, and the metal shrapnel of those great machines provided perfect cover.

This area would be perfect - the only issue he could think of was that this place was so far away from civilization. There were a few scrap-hunters, but they were almost certainly NOT going to be useful.

If something went wrong he was hours away from a doctor and riding his horse was difficult enough as it was. He didn't wanna have to do it wounded as well.

500/500 Tufu Trained.
025/500 Liuxingyu


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2Solitude [Training] Empty Re: Solitude [Training] 03/11/14, 08:30 pm

Jian

Jian
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Now, he just had to deal with the horse. Never having been a big animal person, he'd only recently learned how to ride one of these properly, and even then he'd fallen off... which had caused the horse incident. That was embarrassing, and that was the entire reason why he was limping right now. As such, he was perhaps overly careful to deal with the horse in a way that made sure he couldn't be wounded by it even if it went rampant.

Slipping the reigns around a specifically thin but tall piece of shrapnel, hoping that the sharp edge didn't damage the leather straps whilst he was busy, he gave Binli a comforting pat on the back of its neck before walking out of its earshot to make sure that it didn't get spooked by any of the loud noises that were going to be permeating through the area.

The area he chose was nice and quiet. No scrap hunter wanted to be around here for some reason, despite the fact that it looked pretty ample. There were what acted as rustic tables for him to rest his items on whilst practising, placing green vials at random intervals in a circle around him. He wanted to see how well he could judge direction whilst moving rapidly. After all, he'd had to deal more and more with the concept of being surrounded by threats and if he could hit something behind him without having to find a reflective surface, he'd feel a lot better.

Stepping in the middle and pulling ten knives out of his inner pocket, he took a moment to correct his footing properly. With his ankle injured, it was difficult to spin around on hard terrain like this. Were he on smooth stone he wouldn't have had any difficulty, but the sand seemed to give way everytime he put his weight on it differently, sinking into it a few centimeters, making him worried he'd twist something again.

After making sure that he wouldn't injure himself, he began to attempt the trick. Immediately, the first time he tried it, he hit four out of the seven vials in the single spin, causing them to explode with a bright blue flame as the liquid inside touched the air and being fed the oxygen within it to ignite and blaze.

Yet, even with the pop and the sudden warmth, Jian didn't like it. He had to do it agian the moment that the fires settled down. It took a few moments every time he had to change the set up again, but every time that he did he got closer and closer to all seven. Five, Six, five again (he'd tripped slightly and thanked god that it hadn't gone any worse) and then six again.

Finally, after half an hour and maybe twenty attempts to do it, he succeeded twice in a row, exploding the vials at once and making a huge burning arena around him that almost resembled a summoning circle that ancient religions had apparently done so commonly.

500/500 Liuxingyu
035/1000 Hainen Dao


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3Solitude [Training] Empty Re: Solitude [Training] 03/11/14, 09:32 pm

Jian

Jian
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β-Tier

Gathering up his small cache of bottles that he'd taken for this express exercise, he slipped it back over his shoulder and was about to begin working on the next exercise before he noticed someone else was in this area. It wasn't unbelievable, there were a few scrap hunters around here and he could kind of understand why they would be intrigued by someone who was constantly making things explode for no apparent reason. Rather, it was the way the man looked at him that worried him.

After years of working with clients who had almost an infinitude of different reasons for asking for his services, he had learned how to judge someone's intentions from their face. It wasn't a 100% thing, but he was able to essentially tell when someone was going to pose a threat to him or was intending to get rid of him as soon as he had done what he was being asked for. Those people normally didn't wake up in the morning.

This guy, unfortunately, had that look written all over his face. The guy's face was patchy as if he'd been in way too many fights, and rather than looking at the guy who had been exploding things, he was only looking at the bag that he was holding. The bag with all of those explosive chemicals in. Jian could almost smell the man's greed from here as well as the alcohol that clung to his breath - surely people would pay a hefty amount for such exotic liquids?

Jian couldn't help but try and make a few judgements about the man that had so rudely forced his presence upon him. His clothes were little more than rags and seemed to be specifically designed to be able to deal with the sand of the area - he obviously belonged to the local community, though that didn't mean much. The few uncovered areas of his body was covered in ancient scars that seemed to speak of a very unfortunate life. Were he not getting in the way, Jian'd have felt sorry for him more than anything else. 

The man, speaking in a very heaven Reiman accent, 'smiled' at him and began to speak.
"So, my Kouenese friend... I don't suppose I could convince you to part with your bag without putting up a fight?" The man was threatening him... this man, who looked like he had had his ass kicked every single day since he was out of the room, was actually trying to be intimidating. Worse, he was doing REALLY BADLY at it.

Normally, Jian would have just ignored him and left. However, he couldn't help but notice quite a few other scrap-hunters encroaching on the circle, seemingly sharing the same desire as the first man. He was outnumbered, and he hadn't told anyone that he was going out here. Even with his throwing knives and his bag, this fight was going to be difficult. 

Still, even with this fact, Jian's body language didn't change even slightly. It was inhumanly calm, not a single twitch of the forehead or fiddling of his thumb. No, if anything, it almost seemed like the situation seemed fun to him. Well, it was - he didn't like picking fights with those he wasn't paid to kill or didn't disagree with on severe moral grounds. One of those morals, the most important one, was that they shouldn't try and mug him. 

Great, I wanted a chance to prove this worked against humans.


616/1000 Hainen Dao


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4Solitude [Training] Empty Re: Solitude [Training] 03/11/14, 09:52 pm

Jian

Jian
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Another skill that he'd picked up from his years of dealing with his line of work was a strong ability to act. it was how he got people to underestimate him and thus not put their whole into fighting and thus become all the easier to kill. This worked all the better on idiots and, judging by the way these people looked, he could safely label these people as idiots. After all, they were attacking someone who proved he had deadly weapons as well as a high level of skill with weapons. 

Thankfully, it seemed that his appearance was enough to have them overlook this bit of questionable logic. He was clearly young, barely out of his teens, and he didn't look like the stereotypical fighter. His body was lithe and thin, and he also had a strange femininity to his body that had earned him much renown back in the days where he sold his body for money in a completely different way.  People never looked at him and saw a threat until they knew what he was capable of.  This was going to be useful in this situation. 

Taking his bag off his shoulders gently, being careful not to let anything break, he put on a scared voice. "O-oh, I'm sorry. P-please don't hurt me, I don't want any trouble. I-I am just a local performer." It sat wrong in the pit of his stomach to make himself look so pitiful, but it made the men around him start snickering. It had to be working, he was going to be able to get this over and done with. 

Moving forwards slowly with his hands in the air, he got within a decent range of the man who he was going to have to deal with first. The way he made it look, he was simply surrendering - a cowardly entertainer who never wanted to have to come to terms with any troublesome people like the ones that he was dealing with. Who would have guessed that they were dealing with an assassin? 

"Don't worry - we don't want your life. We just want your money and your items. Now, hand them over freely." The man was actually trying to reassure him... oh, how ironic this was going to be. Grabbing his bag by the strap, he undid the clasp and nodded.

"Fine... I'll give it to you." And, with that, the man suddenly realized that getting what you asked for wasn't the same as getting what you wanted. 

Throwing the collection of vials across the area, they collided in mid-air just in front of the would-be mugger, the glass shattering and spraying him with the see-through liquid inside just as it ignited in the oxygen-rich air, sending him screaming in unbelievable agony as it coated his entire body, burning away the last of his scarce, grey hair to add insult to injury. if he didn't look amazingly ugly before.... well, this was just making sure that he was never going to be able to breed. Hopefully, the burns would make it literally impossible. 

1000/1000  Hainen Dao
0129/1000 Huoshan Kou


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5Solitude [Training] Empty Re: Solitude [Training] 03/11/14, 10:15 pm

Jian

Jian
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Jian simply stood there as his experiment lived out in front of him. In the distance, he could hear his horse neighing in fright at the moving fire, but that was something that could be dealt with later. The human pyre had now collapsed to the floor, rolling over and over again in an attempt to put out the flames but only succeeded in spreading the liquid over more of his body, burning himself to an unrecognisable state. 

The other men that had acted as his backup were horrified, but in equal measures infuriated that he had treated their leader like this. They didn't see the irony in this, and still tried to attack someone that they already knew posed a huge threat to them and had taken out their leader with ease. Why they didn't just run, Jian didn't know, but he figured it might have something to do with the reason why he'd seen these guys as idiots. One thing was for sure though, they sure weren't proving him wrong.

Picking a good few handfuls of knives out of his inner pocket, he stood and waited for those men who were approaching him to get close enough to attack. After all, if they were closer then he could hit more at once and then launch into the next attacks with ease. Like expected, they simply ran at him without a strategy, apparently trying to emulate the spirit of their almost dead leader. Now that he noticed, they weren't even using weapons, just their bare fists and small pieces of shrapnel that were almost like shitty, shitty daggers. 

Without a single word, Jian performed the same trick he had earlier with the vials. A single spin of his foot, and he threw the knives in a perfect 360' spin, hitting five out of the seven people that had approached him. Still not perfect, he chided himself, but that just meant that he was going to be able to deal with them in other ways. 

As one got too close, he lunged forwards, a throwing knife clenched in his fist and stabbing into the man's jugular vein, splitting it open and sending his sanguinal fluids across his friends. However, the issue of numbers arose again as he felt the heavy impact of a fist smash him upside the back of his head, sending him sprawling slightly, dropping the knife as he did so. 

The man who had managed to land a hit was crowing his victory, as if a single hit meant that the guy who had kicked his ass. Who did he think he was, Jian wondered in irritation, a fanalis? This arrogant fool needed to learn exactly what it was to punch someone in the back of the head. It was an act of war. 

Now, there were plenty of ways that he could have reacted to this, but he decided to simply put him in his place. Turning around and slamming his bare palm into the man's throat, the hyoid bone almost shattering into dust from the sheer force that it was struck with, cutting his crowing in half mid-sentence. 

"What's wrong? You were all omnipotent a second ago. Cat got your tongue?"

665/1000 Huoshan kou


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6Solitude [Training] Empty Re: Solitude [Training] 03/11/14, 10:40 pm

Jian

Jian
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β-Tier

Eventually, after a good five minutes, Jian was the last man standing above the battlefield that had come out of a simple experiment. Around him, people were moaning and groaning in pain, and those who weren't... well, they'd never be saying anything again

There were people out there, he knew, that might have been depressed by the fact that he had been forced to kill people despite the fact that he had just come out here to do some basic experimenting, but for some reason he was actually happy about it. 

Were he not to have been the one that they chose to fuck with, it would have been someone else, and what if they couldn't protect themselves? The way he saw it, he was protecting a person from a much worse fate. Didn't that make him a good guy for having done this? It wasn't like he'd attacked unprovoked either, this was self-defence... the mountain of bodies around him was self-defence. 

Still, whether or not he could morally justify what he just did, he was finished. Leaving the burned out remnant of the bag next to the heavily burned man, as well as the thousands upon thousands of shards of glass from the broken vials. There was no point in picking it up, and he had the recipe back at his camp. Besides, a sadistic part of his brain told him it would serve the man right if he cut himself upon those shards of glass. He needed to learn a lesson, and just in case the fact that his entire body had been remodelled wasn't enough of a lesson, that'd just drive it in a little harder. 

Giving the horse a gentle pat on the nape of the neck, he made sure that the thing had stopped panicking. The fire had gone out, and though there was a lingering smell of cooked flesh, the horse seemed to be fine with that. As such, Jian simply slipped onto the saddle and, without even looking backwards, rode back to town.

Everything had gone much better than expected.  

1000+/1000 Huoshan Kou


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