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Post by JUSTIN ARCHER on Aug 9, 2016 7:24:23 GMT
Justin sat alone inside a makeshift house. The cave outside town provided an excellent place alone time but also served for training. Basic medical supplies and materials were there although Justin required more than simple supplies. The long awaited moment of training finally came with Justin willingly segregating himself from modern society. No way could Justin fully embrace his powers without causing collateral damage. Utopia Breaker wasn't something Justin could train without avidly punching things, unless he wanted to draw unwanted attention. The eventful day was already planned out.
Raw materials were abundant along with fresh apples hanging from nearby trees. Local wildlife would provide an excellent source of protein although cooking raw meat would be a first. Sure he had cooked fish over flames before but wolves deer and boar were different. To Justin, there was no 'before beginning training'. Living outside like some wild man was training itself. He would survive out here with minimal supplies and gather what he needed without going into town. Well, for as long he could. His biggest complaint was a lack of television or video games but he could make do, hopefully.
Justin stood outside the cave taking in the view. Tress surrounded him with a small clearing not far away. He decided on trying to make a makeshift house inside out of stone and wood. Of course, he couldn't have his Fullbring activated right now. For one, it would consume to much energy and he wanted full focus on his power to manipulate the world around before trying with Utopia Breaker. Eyes closed with right hand pressed against a tree trunk. Left digits clinched with focus on the tree, having physical contact and shutting out distractions for better focus.
Fullbring Reiatsu seeped inside tree bark, causing roots to glow green. A mental image, Justin forced, rather than 'nudged', the trunks to uproot. The dirt underneath his feet moved although ripped trunks from hardened soil wasn't easy. His mind begun feeling empty with a headache forming. The trunks weren't moving hardly whatsoever. |
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Post by JUSTIN ARCHER on Aug 9, 2016 7:54:42 GMT
"Damn it! That wasn't smart." Justin squealed while speaking in a high pitched tone. A small rock underground popped upwards strait into Justin's tenders. Hands between tightly pressed thighs instinctively although falling face first with cheek sliding down tree bark wasn't helping. The situation wasn't fun, especially not when, out of irritation, he banged his head causing a branch onto his head. "Mommy." He spoke, laying underneath the large branch. Body twitching comically, Justin's cheeks sharpened with a pained smirk. "I hate my life."
After adjusting himself below and removing the branch Justin sat against the tree. Arms fell into his lap. Looking sorrowfully below he begrudgingly grabbed the stone that struck him. A heavy sigh came with Justin tossing the stone up, catching, several times but missed. At one point he hit himself atop the head. He groaned in pain, rubbing his sore spot while looking at the stone. This single earthly piece was causing him a lot of trouble. He didn't think much, just choose to do what he could and cause the stone to float above his hand. It wasn't anything compared to Gage's capability to manipulate fire. Moving his hand left and right the stone followed his movements with some delay.
Palm lowered with stone coming at rest. The thing he could do brought peace of mind to Justin's heavy, and sore, head. At least he could do something worthwhile to some degree. Although he wasn't fully satisfied maybe focusing on what he could do would be far better than what he couldn't. Justin continued playing around with the stone, moving it forwards and backwards; Continuing to use motions with only one arm. Brows furrowed, eyes intently sharpening on the stone. With a clinching palm the stone began collapsing inwards as if fingers pressed into clay.
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Post by JUSTIN ARCHER on Aug 10, 2016 2:11:12 GMT
The untypical training didn't bold very well for Justin. Thus far having hide in his naughty bits and skull meant for one bad day. Although, Justin had not manage finite control over the stone moderately altering its shape gave him some sense of personal accomplishment. Taking the now square shaped stone he tossed it towards the cave. Justin then went onto now build a basic bed chair and place to store personal items. Small pieces of stone and logs were gathered together, Justin having a basic idea of making planks that had holes in various locations for stone to fit inside crafted into bolts.
Sadly Justin's bed wasn't fantastic. The bed collapsed before he began constructing a mattress. A problem, it was, but Justin decided on constructing a mattress pillow and blanket out of leaves and their stems. Good for him leaves were in no short supply in the forest. Although not fantastic, the soft cave soil underneath would provide some sort of makeshift comfortable bed. He sighed heavily as nightfall came. Despite his growling stomach Justin wasn't up for hunting anything down then cooking. So for the remainder of the night he'd sleep, and not very well, until morning.
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Post by JUSTIN ARCHER on Aug 10, 2016 3:46:11 GMT
Night came and went, passing by without much sleep. The nearby fireplace long went out with Justin stirring with chilly weather. Added with moist leaves from wet walls and ground made for an annoyingly bad night. Wet clothes little sleep and coughing up mucus made for an irritated Justin who long begun questioning his choice in training methods. With clothes removed he placed on a black muscle shirt with black shorts. Didn't help his mood that those clothes were expensive although that was only one problem among many. So he decided on mounting them over a makeshift clothesline.
Morning practice for training, Justin tried manipulating wood after drawing out moisture so flames could thrive. Thankfully some cinders remained along with a mound of broken wood from his failed bed. At least his desk and shelf stayed together. With shoes and socks covering feet Justin started out on yet another day. Sunlight barely pierced the thick canopy above granting faint illumination, enough for human eyes to see in a dim forest. Birds chirping caught his attention but they wouldn't provide much food. Maybe fish from the nearby stream? He wasn't sure what to go for.
Justin sorrowfully mused over what to eat but being picky wouldn't keep him alive. But he moved to the river and decided on trying for fish. Several small pebbles were picked up and tossed up and down while he thought about how to catch fish with his bare hands, but after a bit of thought he smiled. "I think. yea, these rocks will do just fine." Soul Communication with rocks, acting like bullets. Yes, it would do just fine for trying to hit them. Given he could.
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