Post by Max Taggart on Apr 14, 2011 17:35:17 GMT
(FYI i made up the place where this thread is taking place so dont bug me with inaccuracies 
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It was fairly early. Around 7:30 in the morning. In the faint mist of the high mountains of Japan, a man was jogging, boxing the air as he moved. He wore nothing but a white bandanna round his sweating forehead and jogging trousers, showing off his bare muscular chest. He soon came to a large, majestic-looking temple in the mist. It was red and gold in colour, adorned with statues and carvings of dragons and other figures from legend. This was the Noble Dragon Monastery.
Max had come here 3 months ago, looking for somewhere quiet, and peaceful to train, and focus his mind on concurring his inner demons that were his Agito powers. the last time he fought with them had almost been the end of his world. He had lost control and almost attacked the woman he loved. Candice had wanted to come with Max, but he refused not wanting to endanger her further. He left in the middle of the night and kept on moving. He had a few friends in Japan he had met on an exchange trip in his youth who were more than happy to help him get into the country. Hiroshi, his friend, and his family owned the monastery and were more than happy to take him in. Hiroshi was the only one Max had told about his powers and had agreed to keep it secret from his family for their own safety.
Max was tired. He had been out training since around 5:30 and he was ready for a break. He propped himself up against one of the pillars and caught his breath, wiping the sweat from his forehead. One of the monks from the monastery came out to tend to his duties and he and Max caught each others eyes. the monk bowed and Max bowed in return before the monk went about his business. He had to hand it to the Japanese, they were polite.
Max made his way over to his room and slid the door open. Hiroshi had already prepared Max some breakfast, he found a bowl of nattō with rice alongside some miso soup and a cup of green tea. Max had become quite partial to miso and nattō and his stomach was rumbling loud enough to wake the whole monastery. He soon finished his breakfast and took a shower before wandering back out of the monastery and up the mountain a little. He came to a small cliff. His favourite place on the mountain and sat on a large rock. Briefly, his mind went to Candice. She would have loved it here. The view of the rest of the mountains amongst the mist was outstanding, and the small villages at the foot of the monastery was "cute" as Candice would have put it. He sighed and began to focus and clear his mind to meditate.
Hiroshi had taught him a simple mind exercise to focus his thoughts in time with his breathing. in and out, in and out he breathed. His mind was soon quite clear. A little way into his meditation session, his mind began to wander towards his powers. Specifically Burning Form. Back then, Max was consumed by rage and hatred towards the one who would harm his loved ones. Burning form was a powerful ally, but Max needed to focus and control it. Next time, he may not be able to stop himself from performing the unthinkable. His mind continued to rage on. Looking at him, one would be able to see his eyes thrashing around under his eyelids. Images of the fight kept flashing at him. The new belt, the fire in his eyes, and the flaming fist coming down upon his love. Max woke with a start at this point, drenched in sweat. He lay back and sighed deeply before returning best he could to his meditative state.
)It was fairly early. Around 7:30 in the morning. In the faint mist of the high mountains of Japan, a man was jogging, boxing the air as he moved. He wore nothing but a white bandanna round his sweating forehead and jogging trousers, showing off his bare muscular chest. He soon came to a large, majestic-looking temple in the mist. It was red and gold in colour, adorned with statues and carvings of dragons and other figures from legend. This was the Noble Dragon Monastery.
Max had come here 3 months ago, looking for somewhere quiet, and peaceful to train, and focus his mind on concurring his inner demons that were his Agito powers. the last time he fought with them had almost been the end of his world. He had lost control and almost attacked the woman he loved. Candice had wanted to come with Max, but he refused not wanting to endanger her further. He left in the middle of the night and kept on moving. He had a few friends in Japan he had met on an exchange trip in his youth who were more than happy to help him get into the country. Hiroshi, his friend, and his family owned the monastery and were more than happy to take him in. Hiroshi was the only one Max had told about his powers and had agreed to keep it secret from his family for their own safety.
Max was tired. He had been out training since around 5:30 and he was ready for a break. He propped himself up against one of the pillars and caught his breath, wiping the sweat from his forehead. One of the monks from the monastery came out to tend to his duties and he and Max caught each others eyes. the monk bowed and Max bowed in return before the monk went about his business. He had to hand it to the Japanese, they were polite.
Max made his way over to his room and slid the door open. Hiroshi had already prepared Max some breakfast, he found a bowl of nattō with rice alongside some miso soup and a cup of green tea. Max had become quite partial to miso and nattō and his stomach was rumbling loud enough to wake the whole monastery. He soon finished his breakfast and took a shower before wandering back out of the monastery and up the mountain a little. He came to a small cliff. His favourite place on the mountain and sat on a large rock. Briefly, his mind went to Candice. She would have loved it here. The view of the rest of the mountains amongst the mist was outstanding, and the small villages at the foot of the monastery was "cute" as Candice would have put it. He sighed and began to focus and clear his mind to meditate.
Hiroshi had taught him a simple mind exercise to focus his thoughts in time with his breathing. in and out, in and out he breathed. His mind was soon quite clear. A little way into his meditation session, his mind began to wander towards his powers. Specifically Burning Form. Back then, Max was consumed by rage and hatred towards the one who would harm his loved ones. Burning form was a powerful ally, but Max needed to focus and control it. Next time, he may not be able to stop himself from performing the unthinkable. His mind continued to rage on. Looking at him, one would be able to see his eyes thrashing around under his eyelids. Images of the fight kept flashing at him. The new belt, the fire in his eyes, and the flaming fist coming down upon his love. Max woke with a start at this point, drenched in sweat. He lay back and sighed deeply before returning best he could to his meditative state.
