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Ante Scriptum: Mousse's vision ability is based on mine, at close range things are clear to slightly blurry and at longer range it gets progressively more blurry. He's not nearly blind like in the cannon, but he can't read a sign from ten feet without glasses.
The Soul Instilled, Chapter 2
The old sorceress died in a year or two, leaving Cologne as the sole carrier of the knowledge about Mousse's binding. The information, however, was just one item compared to the copious amounts of knowledge stored away in her mind. In time, it was swept away in the flow.
The baby Mousse grew up learning the hidden weapons style, but nothing else. He was a male, so logically he wouldn't be strong enough to handle anything else. But they were completely unaware of the spirit's very nature.
The type of binding that the sorceress desired was designed to mesh completely the spirit and soul to create a strong, composite being. The one that was cast, however, was flawed.......
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Young Mousse could be considered a prodigy, a child with great mental promise (thanks to the binding), and good physical ability. Early in life, his eyesight degraded, not too much to the point that he may once have, but he was still wearing glasses by the age of six. He was teased by all the other kids in the village, and once in a while, childhood bullies beat him up for no real reason at all.
Even as he learned Hidden Weapons, becoming proficient in it and later on, mastering it, it did nothing to help him against the bullies since an accurate position was required to aim the weapons, and murder in the Amazon Tribe was a crime that demanded vengence.
Jing Shen would not allow this. His charge (as he saw it) would have to learn how to defend himself. He himself was fairly skilled at martial arts, being proficient in a few styles here and there, as well as the staff and the chinese broadsword. Jing also picked up some of the forms and moves that some of the women practiced. Mousse was innocent, and didn't take any note of them, while Jing could remember them clearly.
Jing's influence over Mousse, at this point, was limited to planting ideas, images and thoughts in Mousse's head. He began to drip katas into Mousse's brain, how to do them correctly and how to use them effectively. Gradually Mousse picked up on these things and began to practice regularly, at dusk and dawn, because it was looked down on for men to practice the martial arts and the first few times he was caught, he was beaten.
Still, his skill increased to a credible level by age ten. Now, he could hold his own against most anyone that tried to assault him in the village. This brings us to a very important event six weeks into the winter, recently after Mousse's tenth birthday.
The bullies were after him again. Mousse knew that he could beat them if they were by themselves, but they had banded together. Four of them versus one Mousse. They chased and he fled.
They cornered him at one of the perimiter fences.
Mousse held them off as best as he could, ducking here, striking there, but he could not escape the four girls (amazon village, remember) and they overwhelmed him, knocking him out cold.
Above them, catching this at the last moment was Cologne, watching from her second floor window. She sighed softly. She knew beyond a doubt that the boy was unconscious. The boy would have to become better, so that he could withstand the assault. Or maybe he should just learn how not to piss the girls off....
Almost dismissing the scene, she noticed, at the end, that the body was stirring as the girls began to leave.
Pulling up to a crouch, the battered body spoke, no, hissed in a cold voice not its own.
"you would dare to injure this charge of mine, when he has done you no wrong....."
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"It was a veritable slaughter, the greater power of the possessed boy easily crushing the four girls. When all four fell of the girls fell, the glow in its eye faded, and the body collapsed. Mousse was put on trial immediately thereafter, claiming to not even know what was going on. He was charged with consorting with demons, as no male should have been able to single-handedly defeat four of the best fighters in his age group. He was exiled from the tribe for a period of one year, and its status to be deliberated upon next year, should he return."
- Excerpt from Elder Kuh Lon's diary
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All that wait and all you get is this? Hardly fair, I think, but that's the way school works. When school is almost out, they start piling down with the large projects, I'm not talking about just finals here, I mean big, half of your grade things ASIDE from final tests. It just sucks doesn't it? Anyway, hope the next part is longer than this.
-Azrael Maestus
Ante Scriptum: Mousse's vision ability is based on mine, at close range things are clear to slightly blurry and at longer range it gets progressively more blurry. He's not nearly blind like in the cannon, but he can't read a sign from ten feet without glasses.
The Soul Instilled, Chapter 2
The old sorceress died in a year or two, leaving Cologne as the sole carrier of the knowledge about Mousse's binding. The information, however, was just one item compared to the copious amounts of knowledge stored away in her mind. In time, it was swept away in the flow.
The baby Mousse grew up learning the hidden weapons style, but nothing else. He was a male, so logically he wouldn't be strong enough to handle anything else. But they were completely unaware of the spirit's very nature.
The type of binding that the sorceress desired was designed to mesh completely the spirit and soul to create a strong, composite being. The one that was cast, however, was flawed.......
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Young Mousse could be considered a prodigy, a child with great mental promise (thanks to the binding), and good physical ability. Early in life, his eyesight degraded, not too much to the point that he may once have, but he was still wearing glasses by the age of six. He was teased by all the other kids in the village, and once in a while, childhood bullies beat him up for no real reason at all.
Even as he learned Hidden Weapons, becoming proficient in it and later on, mastering it, it did nothing to help him against the bullies since an accurate position was required to aim the weapons, and murder in the Amazon Tribe was a crime that demanded vengence.
Jing Shen would not allow this. His charge (as he saw it) would have to learn how to defend himself. He himself was fairly skilled at martial arts, being proficient in a few styles here and there, as well as the staff and the chinese broadsword. Jing also picked up some of the forms and moves that some of the women practiced. Mousse was innocent, and didn't take any note of them, while Jing could remember them clearly.
Jing's influence over Mousse, at this point, was limited to planting ideas, images and thoughts in Mousse's head. He began to drip katas into Mousse's brain, how to do them correctly and how to use them effectively. Gradually Mousse picked up on these things and began to practice regularly, at dusk and dawn, because it was looked down on for men to practice the martial arts and the first few times he was caught, he was beaten.
Still, his skill increased to a credible level by age ten. Now, he could hold his own against most anyone that tried to assault him in the village. This brings us to a very important event six weeks into the winter, recently after Mousse's tenth birthday.
The bullies were after him again. Mousse knew that he could beat them if they were by themselves, but they had banded together. Four of them versus one Mousse. They chased and he fled.
They cornered him at one of the perimiter fences.
Mousse held them off as best as he could, ducking here, striking there, but he could not escape the four girls (amazon village, remember) and they overwhelmed him, knocking him out cold.
Above them, catching this at the last moment was Cologne, watching from her second floor window. She sighed softly. She knew beyond a doubt that the boy was unconscious. The boy would have to become better, so that he could withstand the assault. Or maybe he should just learn how not to piss the girls off....
Almost dismissing the scene, she noticed, at the end, that the body was stirring as the girls began to leave.
Pulling up to a crouch, the battered body spoke, no, hissed in a cold voice not its own.
"you would dare to injure this charge of mine, when he has done you no wrong....."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"It was a veritable slaughter, the greater power of the possessed boy easily crushing the four girls. When all four fell of the girls fell, the glow in its eye faded, and the body collapsed. Mousse was put on trial immediately thereafter, claiming to not even know what was going on. He was charged with consorting with demons, as no male should have been able to single-handedly defeat four of the best fighters in his age group. He was exiled from the tribe for a period of one year, and its status to be deliberated upon next year, should he return."
- Excerpt from Elder Kuh Lon's diary
_______________________________________________
All that wait and all you get is this? Hardly fair, I think, but that's the way school works. When school is almost out, they start piling down with the large projects, I'm not talking about just finals here, I mean big, half of your grade things ASIDE from final tests. It just sucks doesn't it? Anyway, hope the next part is longer than this.
-Azrael Maestus