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Post by maycair on Mar 14, 2023 9:59:18 GMT
[nospaces] [googlefont="Leckerli One"][googlefont="Source Sans Pro"] [attr="class","holder"] [attr="class","ttop"] [attr="class","float-right"] [attr="class","word-count"] Word Count: 536 [attr="class","tag"] Tag: Admin [attr="class","box"] [attr="class","box-holder"] [attr="class","image"]  [attr="class","image"] [attr="class","image"] [attr="class","dip"] Maycair [attr="class","content-area"] It was strange to be learning from someone, she'd never been actually taught how to fight. Her parent's only guidance was to be thrown right in the danger and to just let out the rage. Sure that worked sometimes, but when you're weak all it did was create precarious situations. It took her whole life filled with punishment to just get this strong. She was a little hesitant but Marco Polo was making bolder promises than she imagined possible. She was excited to train with her friend Zam, but she wondered how the Majin felt about this all. Even now, it was still hard to believe they would be capable of doing what they were.
"Are ya ready to learn?" Marco Polo would say while stuffing his face with chicken Maycair had brought so that he wouldn't go around stealing food. He wasn't the best morally, but as long as they kept him in line then the Alien would be able to teach them the key to his strength as a fusion. Before they could learn to use the fused fighter's style and moves, they'd need to understand what it meant to fight as one. "Today, we're going to start with the essentials of what it means to fight with a perfect bond. In a couple of weeks, you should know how to do the Doki Doki Fusion Dance."
Before continuing, he went back to eating more food. Taking advantage of the moment the demoness would speak so as to avoid the chance of being talked over by the raucous master. "What exactly does that mean though? I know we agreed but where does our bond come into play with all of that? What does this take from us?" A flurry of questions flew forth from her mouth, which had to be a bit of an annoyance for Marco Polo but he did admire the dedication to strengthing their bond. They were strong, but they could be stronger.
"Well, I'll show you the movements when you're both ready, and after I've finished my meal. But, for as long as you are able to maintain the bond, energy-wise your power will be increased big time by your union. It really shows how awesome your friendship is, playing on what you really find rad. I imagine a freaky pair such as you two would be able to do some sick stuff, so let's hope you pick up what I'm laying down quickly or I might need to go rougher on ya."
He joked, she didn't really like the way he did but if things got too intense they'd be able to try and lay the smackdown again. They were only getting stronger. What would it bring forth from her and the Majin's friendship, they had some similarities but for the most part, had stark contrasting traits. May was more reserved, filled with fear using false bravado to push through her struggles. Zam seemed to effortlessly be herself, to just want to be a kind person. Sure Maycair wanted to do good, but rage often provided fuel to unleash a great capacity for violence. She hoped that wouldn't corrupt Zam, she liked her intensity in the way it was. [var name="primary" value="#5198d8"][var name="secondary" value="#2e587d"] [newclass=".holder"]width: 480px; margin: 15px auto 0 auto; background-color: white; border-bottom: 9px solid [var="secondary"];[/newclass] [newclass=".holder .ttop"]width: 100%; height: 40px; background-color: [var="secondary"]; color: white; line-height: 40px; font-family: "Source Sans Pro"; font-size: 10pt;[/newclass] [newclass=".holder .ttop .float-left"]padding-left: 18px;[/newclass] [newclass=".holder .ttop .float-right"]padding-right: 18px;[/newclass] [newclass=".holder .ttop a"]color: white; text-decoration: none; font-family: "Source Sans Pro"; font-size: 10pt; margin-right: 9px; transition: all 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=".holder .ttop a:hover"]color: [var="primary"] !important;[/newclass] [newclass=".holder .ttop a:last-child"]margin-right: 0;[/newclass] [newclass=".holder .ttop .word-count"]display: inline-block; margin-right: 9px;[/newclass] [newclass=".holder .ttop .tag"]display: inline-block;[/newclass] [newclass=".holder .box"]width: 100%; height: 150px; background-color: [var="primary"];[/newclass] [newclass=".holder .box .box-holder"]width: 316px; margin: 0 auto; position: relative; top: 16px;[/newclass] [newclass=".holder .box .box-holder .image"]width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 100px; border: 9px solid white; display: inline-block; margin-right: -23px;[/newclass] [newclass=".holder .box .box-holder .image img"]border-radius: 100px;[/newclass] [newclass=".holder .box .box-holder .image:last-child"]margin-right:0;[/newclass] [newclass=".holder .dip"]width: 316px; margin: 0 auto; height: 30px; background-color: [var="primary"]; text-align: center; color: white; border-bottom-left-radius: 15px; border-bottom-right-radius: 15px;[/newclass] [newclass=".holder .dip span"]position: relative; top: -6px; font-family: "Leckerli One"; font-size: 20pt;[/newclass] [newclass=".holder .content-area"]padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; font-family: "Source Sans Pro"; font-size: 11pt; color: #494949;[/newclass] [newclass=".creator"]margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: center; font-size: 9pt !important; font-family: "Source Sans Pro";[/newclass] |
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Mar 15, 2023 13:01:13 GMT
Post by Zam on Mar 15, 2023 13:01:13 GMT
 T here were a great many ways to approach fighting. Some dedicated their entire lives mastering their chosen path of martial arts. They honed their physical, mental and spiritual strengths to perfection over years, even decades. Others took a more practical approach, throwing themselves into the fire with frightening fervor. They would either grow stronger, or die trying. Then... There was the third type... The outliers, anomalies, freaks of nature who were simply born strong. Zam was a living argument in favor of that last approach. Despite the unnatural strength, the air-headed girl hadn’t trained a day in her life. Well, not in the traditional sense anyway. Sure, her adoptive grandfather had tried to impart his wisdom onto her through unconventional training methods disguised as housekeeping chores. Wood chopping, window cleaning, dish washing and so forth. Each motion represented some core tenet of kung fu. However, very little of the lessons had actually stuck. The chaotic creature had never learned the patience needed for true martial arts. Instead, she possessed an innate knack for fighting and ki control. From somewhere deep within bubbled an instinct that told her which moves felt right. It was effortless, in a way... Like she had always known those moves and was simply remembering how to do them again. Right now, this stuff felt right. ...And tasted delicious too~! The hungry Majin was busy destroying a whole bucket of chicken, while her teacher and her fellow student chatted. She had no intelligent insights to add to the discussion. Only briefly did she pause her munching to chime in. “Zam is not freaky! Zam is a Majin, is what Zam is!” ...Yep, nothing intelligent whatsoever. Once the chicken had been thoroughly devoured, bones and all, the pink glutton bounced onto her feet. “Pheeew~ So good~!” She pumped her fists and a whistle of steam rustled her messy hair. Ki crackled like static across her fit frame. “Okay, I’m ready to do this Doki Doki thingy!” As usual, the straightforward girl was all ready to charge headfirst into the unknown. Strutting over to the alien teacher, the eager student cocked her head. Endless curiosity glinted in her golden gaze. “Hey, listen~!” She patted him for good measure. “You keep talking about dance and union and movements. How is dancing gonna help us fight better?” Of course, she had no filter and no trouble blurting out the questions bubbling inside her otherwise spacious head. |
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Post by maycair on Mar 19, 2023 23:18:30 GMT
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"You'll get better by bringing your Ki together, just trust me when I say this." Marco Polo would say. He was a bit short, but he seemed a much better fighter than he was an educator. Well, that's what Maycair thought by his display so far, she was still open to his ideas though. She wasn't quite sure what he was offering with his technique, this fusion had to be done to be understood in her mind. So, she would have to try it out for herself. "Well however this goes I'm glad you're my partner Zam, I don't think I could do something as embarrassing as dancing with anyone else." The hybrid said with a bit of blush.
Turning back to their master the fusion fighter would give the demonstration on how to perform this complex technique. "So first you need to start, both facing forward, side by side a few feet apart." The show began, the muscular warrior standing tall, his feet close together. "Now, slowly step close together, pointing your arms towards one another, before bringing them back pointing away from one another. Make sure your arms stay stiff and give yourselves space for this last action." He tip-toed, his arms swinging in a clock-like motion, pointing toward his imaginary partner. Once his arms were facing away he did it quickly, one arm arched the other pointing downward. He would explain "you form half of a heart of your excellent bond, so you must form a strong, well-shaped heart to become one. Now it's harder than it seems, a misstep in the dance at all can sometimes be not so excellent. Nothing killer but like you won't be nearly as powerful."
He seemed rather lax about the explanation but knowing how he seemed to be this was as serious as the fighter could be. Even with that in mind, the dance almost seemed like a joke. They had to form a heart? Was this just to make them look silly? As much as she wanted to believe that was the case, everything she could read from him told her he was as serious as could be. They took bonds very seriously, if they were going to show how strong theirs was they'd have to prove it with his training. This was only the beginning, once they could properly fuse then they had to learn how to properly fight with Marco Polo's style.
"Well Zam, whattya say, ready to try it out? I doubt we'll get it perfect on our first try but it sounds like the only thing it will cost us is time." They'd already agreed to learn it but still, after seeing it our getting a better idea of it could sway their opinions. Maycair was more than anything, intrigued at the possibility it brought. It could be good for her, it was potentially the best way for her to open up to Zam. She wanted to share with her the troubles that plagued the Hybrid's mind but it wasn't that easy.
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Mar 20, 2023 10:47:50 GMT
Post by Zam on Mar 20, 2023 10:47:50 GMT
D espite the teacher’s cryptic answer, the student simply nodded. “Hm, okay~!” She was used to people teaching her weird things in weird ways. Like when Gramps had tried to teach her that march-eel-arts thingy. To this day, she still didn’t understand how painting a fence up and down or washing windows would teach her kung or fu. ...Not that she really cared either. The Majin snapped back to reality, when her friend suddenly said something odd. She gave the blushing demoness a puzzled stare. “Huh, embarrassing? How’s dancing embarrassing?” Well, her question was about to get answered. Seeing the actual steps to this strange dance was... Something. It left the girl speechless. Or maybe even more than that... There was no answer. Zam had fallen deathly quiet... Her messy hair cast a grim shadow over her features that hid even her eyes. “That...” She muttered quietly. “That... is...” Slowly, her fingers curled into trembling fists. Suddenly, she raised her head, fists and voice. “SUPER AWESOME~!!!” Her eyes twinkled like a pair of tiny stars. Utterly starstruck, she admired the teacher’s stylish pose. Every last detail was burned into her memory. Jiggling like excited jello, the pink creature bounced in place. “Just like the Ultra Fightin’ Muscle Troopers~!” She went through a series of dynamic stances, each cheesier than the last, complete with wooshing noises. To top it all off, she struck a dramatic pose. Legs apart and a hand on her hip, she flashed a victory sign with her other hand and held it over her eye. “Ranger Pink! In the name of the muscles, I’ll kick your ass!” The declaration was delivered with shameless gusto. Somewhere, a cricket chirped. Fortunately, Zam soon dropped the pose and turned to her friend. “Come on, I wanna dance with you~!” Evidently, silly, little concepts like shame had no room in her personal dictionary. She wasn’t the slightest bit embarrassed to dance with her dear friend. Worries didn’t stand a chance against the brightly burning excitement. Taking a step back, the pink demon rolled her shoulders and stretched her legs. “Okay, I’m ready!” She clicked her heels together, standing tall, just like the teacher had shown just moments ago. Learning by imitating was one of her strong suits. Or in other words... Majin see, Majin do. |
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Post by maycair on Mar 22, 2023 14:28:43 GMT
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May was dumbfounded by her friend's confidence sometimes. She was unphased by the things around her, by social conventions. It was something she admired. Maycair didn't know how she did it honestly, even not knowing how earthlings lived their lives for the most part, she still knew what it was like to feel shame. Her parents made sure she understood that emotion well from her youth. It lived rent-free in her head, self confidence only came from adrenaline and anger. Moments of peace? There was nothing that brought more stress to the young demoness. Honesty, happiness, and companionship were things outside her world. Still, that didn't stop the hybrid from trying to progress, to grow past insecurity.
"You're right Zam, dancing with friends is fun. so let's enjoy ourselves." She spoke with a meek smile. Maybe Maycair needed to watch the Majin's tv programs. All this talk of fictional heroes seemed to inspire strength in people, especially within the bubbly Zam. She was more than happy to try and understand her friend further. A little chuckle followed as Zam made her claim as Ranger Pink. Would that make May ranger blue? She'd make sure to ask the young lady later. For now, it was time to focus on their lessons.
"Alright, I'm gonna do the motions one more time so make sure to follow after me." Marco Polo would say, taking the same stiff form as before. May, would do the same, giving Zam a quick glance, who had apparently been quick to take up her stance. After a brief moment, the dance would start. May followed the motions as best as she could, swinging her arms in a half circle, starting with them pointed at Zam before circling them away. With each motion, she tried to match the steps so that they wouldn't end up to close or two far away.
With each action made, May could only wonder to herself one simple thing. What would happen if they messed this dance up? Would their personality be awful, would it decrease their power? There was only one way to find out but, the demoness didn't have any desire to figure it out. If she gave Zam a reason to be ashamed then May would be embarrassed for the rest of the day. Though, with how the Majin was, could she even feel shame? That only brought another forth, if this were to work how he said it did, then what would they be like after?
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Mar 23, 2023 11:02:07 GMT
Post by Zam on Mar 23, 2023 11:02:07 GMT
M uch to the Majin’s glee, the demoness found her dancing spirit. “Yeah, let’s have fun~!” She took in the demonstration one more time, making sure to memorize it super carefully. Mmhm, yup, so legs went like that and then the hands... Yeah, totally got it! And now... Showtime~! Following the mystical motions, the two fighters performed the dance. As their hands met, a new power sparked between them. It swirled wildly, resembling a raging torrent of blue and pink mixing together. Like two rivers flowing into one, their energies combined! In a puff of glittering smoke, the duo vanished. A silhouette appeared in their place. As the dust and smoke settled, there was neither Zam nor Maycair! Instead, the world got... Uh... This thing...? The fusion warrior looked like something that had stepped out of a funhouse mirror. Comically short and ridiculously rotund, she was as wide as she was tall. With her strange, violet skin, she resembled a living clump of candy. On her forehead, beneath the messy locks, a symbol resembling a broken heart flickered weakly. Turns out, enthusiasm was no substitute for skill. Zam hadn’t paid enough attention. Her alignment had been completely off, so her fingers ended up slipping at the crucial moment. Woops... The result was something far weaker than either of the original fighters. Even simple movements were a challenge. However, the fused creature didn’t seem to mind. Or notice, really. The Majin’s gleeful personality bubbled through. She threw a series of slow jabs at the air. “Nyeh hee, nobody’s stronger than me! ...Us?” Her voice had a strange echo, like the two girls had been talking at the same time. It sparked a cheeky grin from her. “Hee, my voice sounds funny! ...Our voice?” The odd sensation of being two, yet one, left at least one half veeeery puzzled. |
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Post by maycair on Apr 1, 2023 20:05:28 GMT
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"Zacair is a fusion, is what Zacair is" she would say. The energy inside her was bursting, but not in the right way. Sure passion from both of them made them think, they were one but they were they. The more they thought, it started to become confusing. There was boundless excitement though, they felt warm, and that was coming from Maycair would kind of feel embraced in this state. The power felt off though, it didn't feel distributed far enough through the body. With each step, their body seemed to bounce, not jiggle but literally bounce. A bounding ball of destruction is what they had become in all actuality.
"Not quite right I'd have to say!" Marco Polo would chime in. The fusion mentor was a little sad they didn't get it right on the first try but no one ever did. He waltzed right over to the pair, he had sat his chicken down which was a surprise for Zacair. They kinda wanted to have some chicken as well, but the desire to fight was starting to bubble up. MP's comments only added fuel to the fire.
"What do you mean not right?!? We're the strongest!" Zacair would say, generating a spray of ki blasts that fizzled more like sparklers from their fingertips. It was truly a great display of power but Marco Polo didn't quite agree with that opinion. So with a quick kick, he would send the fusion flying backward. Zacair tried to block but was way too slow, they didn't feel the pain, and they were durable. They were definitely bouncy, the fusion rebounded back to MP who would stop them on their way back.
"We're gonna try this again, and if you get it wrong I'll bounce you back and forth each time." He would say, giving them the chance to get back up. Once they were, his hands would begin to glow. "This won't hurt but it sure as hell will feel weird." He would reach into them, pulling them apart making them once again Zam and Maycair.
The hybrid wasn't quite sure how to feel, she was at a loss for words for the most part. It was an experience that was hard to explain, but she wanted to try again. She wanted to know how it felt once it was done right, more importantly, she wanted to shut Marco Polo up. He would probably mock and harrass them until they had gotten it done right. May looked at Zam with burning determination. "Let's go again! I think we can show him that our bond is much stronger if we do it just right." She stood up, ready to do this silly dance as many times as it would take.
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Post by Zam on Apr 2, 2023 13:09:39 GMT
Z am got yanked out of the fusion so hard she staggered. Her golden eyes spun like spirals. “Woah... Dizzy...” As if becoming one wasn’t weird enough, getting pulled apart was a brand new kind of strange. It felt like a part of her mind was suddenly missing. Empty. Free. She kind of missed having more thoughts in there though... Now that the Majin had her head all for herself again, she could sort of start wrapping her mind around this stuff. That dance hadn’t been right. Sure, she felt strong during it, buuut... She felt waaay stronger right now. So something had gone wrong. Folding her arms and cocking her head, she pondered. The memory played before her eyes. She was so sure she had done it right, but... Suddenly, something clicked. Immediately, the pink girl’s expression brightened. “That’s it! I got it!” She cast a look and a grin at her friend. “Yeah! Let’s do this!” Her fingers curled into determined fists, as she shifted her focus on the teacher. “When we get it right, we’re gonna bounce you!” It wasn’t a threat, but rather a promise. She wanted to get the bully a taste of his own medicine. That urge she was bringing with her into this. Once more, with feeling... Again, with renewed vigor, the two fighters started the mystical dance. Each motion brought them closer. The energy, the movements and the passion were all in perfect sync. As their hands touched, a massive surge of energy swallowed them. Pink and blue streaks swirled around each other in a beautiful spiral. Two minds melded together into something familiar, yet something completely new. Once the maelstrom of energy calmed down, a new warrior flexed their muscles and let out a calm breath. But what did the result look like this time...? |
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