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TDM 015: IT'S ALWAYS SUNNY IN PARADISE
| TDM 015: IT'S ALWAYS SUNNY IN PARADISE |
00. Arrival You come out of the water, the Nameless Island's own inherent energy drawing people in. It's like being suspended between realities and abruptly pushed from behind through a rift in dimensions. It may make you sick, or that might be the motion of the ocean, lifting you to the surface and carrying you to shore. Waterlogged and covered in sand, new arrivals will be greeted by robots who welcome them with towels and bracelet devices. The A5 card is already loaded up. If you don’t manage to get away from them quickly enough, they may even usher you toward the Laid Bare Spa, where new arrivals will be offered free massages, a sauna, hairstyling, and their clothing may come up permanently missing. But you will be given a complimentary towel to leave with if needed! Feel free to explore the Island, though there isn’t much to see beyond what arrivals before you have helped to rebuild. Most of the buildings are abandoned and in dire need of repair, and beyond the city lingers a thick fog that obscures much of the wilderness from view. Wander too far into this fog, and you will find yourself mysteriously looping back to where you began, your memories of what you were doing and how you got there erased. With that in mind, it may be wise to stake your claim on a place to live in the now, whether a rundown apartment in the City, a tent on the beach, a bed in the barracks, or your own space at the House of Worship. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home. I. Beach Episode Welcome to your beautiful and sunny island paradise, Erku! ...wait, it's sunny? That's right! For about two weeks, the Island will enjoy unusually warm and clear weather, just perfect for enjoying the cool waters of the beach. Don't swim out too far, however, lest you stray into hazardous choppy waters or get lost in the fog that still lingers beyond the peaceful cove. Just stay close, and you're golden! Once again, friendly robots have erected beachside food stalls for grilling fish and crabs, and encourage any enterprising Islanders to help hawk foods for credits. If gutting and cleaning fish isn't your forte, however, never fear. The robots are recruiting for a very important task! You see, they have very thoughtfully set up swimming and snorkeling lessons for any Islanders who are doubting their skills at staying afloat, or who just want to have some fun in the waves. There is only one complication: the robots are too heavy to swim. Enter, you! Earn credits by instructing your fellow Islanders in the marvels of the ocean. Not just swimming and snorkeling, but also fishing, clam digging, and sand castle art - among other things - are valuable skills you can sell. II. Sand Sport For the more competitive sort, the robots of Erku are happy to share a bit of culture from the planet's ancient past: wet sand wrestling! Volunteers (or any innocent Islander roped off the beach by an enthusiastic 'bot) don their skimpiest swimwear and duke it out for dominance in the wet sand by trying to throw their opponent outside of a ring. Knock-outs count as an automatic lose, so be careful! Oh, and no worries if you aren't particularly strong. Before the match, competitors are offered a a special drink - simply named "The Creamy" - an ancient recipe which is said to temporarily increase your strength and vitality. One shot of this, and anyone could take on Goliath! (And not just in a fight.) By the way… those who lose the competition are mysteriously compelled to accompany the victor for the day, waiting on them hand and foot, anticipating and fulfilling their needs before they are spoken. Did the 'bots forget to mention that? III. Graciously Given Gifts While swimming in the nude is completely acceptable on the Island, the robots know that many residents still (for some reason) value their modesty. That is why they are happy to encourage beachside revelry and communion by making sure scanty swimwear is readily available to Islanders who are in need of something to cover up with - while still showing off your assets, of course. Islanders may purchase for themselves, but they are especially encouraged to gift swimwear to their fellow Islanders... in fact, any swimwear to be given as a gift is free! Not only is it a lovely gesture to let a friend or lover know you appreciate their body, but also, swimwear received as a gift is said to be very good luck in wet sand wrestling competitions. Naturally, the robots are sensitive to the emotional needs of their organic charges, and thus they wouldn't want any new, recent, or less personable arrivals to the Island to feel left out for not receiving gifts. That's why some Islanders will find surprise swimsuits in pretty gift wrap sitting on their literal or metaphorical doorstep… addressed with love from a random Islander! With thoughtfully written messages included, of course, usually complimenting the recipient's figure in graphic and/or poetic terms. If you have any manners, surely you'll find these mystery admirers and thank them for the lovely gift! (If you're really a person of culture, maybe you'll even show it off for them.) N A V I G A T I O N |
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But it would take more than a surprise launch to take him down. He had his own experiences on the battlefield, after all. Years of compensating and struggling despite the belittling of his comrades left him with the constant urge to better himself, to surpass all those who ever ignored or bullied him. He no longer was the young boy stuck surviving in a war despite others' disdainful glares or resentful judgment. He was no longer the scared cultivator confined behind enemy lines toiling in their labor camps.
He was Sect Leader Su Minshan, founder of the Muling Su sect. He earned that position; no, he made that position with his own hard work and constant struggle. He wasn't one forced to fight the front lines anymore. No, he was now the one who helped run the wars. He was the one who commanded. And he got there because of his own capabilities.
Capabilities that he now lashed out towards the soldier that had made the first move.
Ducking low, he used the momentum to his advantage. Swooping in to grapple his hands under Wufei, attempting to lift the boy upwards with his superior height and body mass. Surely this child would not be so difficult to flip over into the sand.
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At any distance, which this manifestly was not, the proscribed end of this strike would be a heel to crush or disable anything found at the apex of its arc, the strongest force of the fulcrum of Wufei's body. But he'd spent a long time away from the elegant dogma of L5, and the unrelenting practicum that was reality had made him deadlier yet and more flexible than even Master Long could have predicted; she had approved. He turns the move into a leg-lock, seeking to use his weight and the strength of his back and torso to lever his opponent with him, up and back and over, to drop there and pin his enemy on the ground.
And there, with fist and shoulder, and all the vicious brutality that his rage had lent him, to hurt this man as badly as he could, before he was stopped. It had been a very long time since Wufei could righteously permit himself to let go of limitations, to vent his strength and really strive. Once, Wufei had vowed to become the devil himself, if that was what it took to discern truth from among all the lies, and he was still the kind of man who relished blood on his knuckles.
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The pressure had caused him to cough out, to shudder at the recoil. But there was something else, something far more important than the pain which had echoed through his back and into his diaphragm.
A realization that this child, Wufei, was not to be underestimated.
Perhaps it was for this that Minshan took the very first opportunity he got to escape. Fighting past the temporary ache to distance himself once more from Wufei. Rolling backward as to bring himself back to his feet, his body slouched forward as he grabbed at his own ribs in reflex. Bruised but not broken. Thank the heavens.
"I... I see," He huffed out through heavy breaths. Once more adjusting his stance in hopes of preparing for his opponent's unpredictable, erratic maneuvers. He had to be ready for anything.
Which meant he had to treat Wufei as if he weren't just some child but as someone who had full access to their potential.
Right, he had to move in a way he knew best how. Once more straightening himself, but this time taking a more prepared stance for whatever attack Cheng Wufei would throw at him.
"Very well then. Let's try this again."
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"You see nothing," He scoffs, low and derisive, "A moment ago you did not even wish to fight. But I will not be satisfied so easily."
He is going to break your bones, Minshan. He is going to do it even if it takes his last breath to do it. There is no other future possible, in this world. The sand was firm and wet, beneath his bare feet.
But now it was Wufei's turn to grapple, a low, sweeping lunge, between Minshan's legs, as if to seize him by the hips, but shifting at the last minute into a throw, grasping the meat of one of Minshan's thighs, seeking to lift it and toss him off-balance and to the ground.
If he succeeded, Wufei would be atop him in an instant, punching. If he did not, then he would kick, to knock out the other leg, to bruise and tire his opponent. He himself would not soon tire. He was too ready to fight.
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The kid was smart to use their difference in height in such an advantageous way. But Su Minshan was now determined to make a fight out of it. After all, he was one of the best, his cultivation was some of the highest, he may lack the grace but he did have the skill and strength.
And there was no way he was going to go down without leaving his own impacts in turn.
Before Wufei has a chance to kick at his other leg, Su She had already jumped up. Using the fact the Wufei was upon the ground to let his own body fall. The flat of one palm pressing into his fist so that he drove the whole of his weight down into an elbow drop upon his opponent.
Regardless if he hit or not, it would be as he made impact that a large cloud of black miasmic mist would form around him, hiding him from sudden view.
If this child wanted a real fight he was more than happy to bring out the full extent of his cultivation abilities.