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Open log: Mu meditation

Nov 23, 2009 22:33

Who: Prince Poo. Open to anyone and everyone.
What: Mu Meditation!
When: see OOC notes; everything in here will happen between November 27th and December 20th. Poo's going to Dalaam after that date for winter break.
Where: SBG's main courtyard, other various places.
Rating: PG +

( Iiiiiits that time of year again! \o/ Some OOC notes... )

!rp log, kumatora (mother), goose (pilotwings), tony (mother), sonic (sonic the hedgehog), poo (mother), nyx/gengar (pokemon), !open log, espio (sonic the hedgehog), ulki (fire emblem), bob heather/arceus (pokemon)

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November 28th, noon? badasscopters November 24 2009, 19:33:28 UTC

Goose was into his noon flights, that was for sure. He almost always went on them, and today was absolutely no exception. He had another thing in mind that was different from the usual, however. Didn't that Poo kid say that he'd be into meditation sometime?

Hm. He wondered if he was willing to do just that. It seemed that this was true when he caught sight of Poo sitting down in the courtyard, seemingly in tranquility.

Interesting! He landed and stepped up to him, giving him a salute and a grin to accompany it. "Hey, kid."

Re: November 28th, noon? swordofkings November 25 2009, 04:53:41 UTC

The sound of someone flying through the air was not one hard to miss so Poo did not seem alarmed by Goose's presence. He did however, remain completely still with his eyes closed all the way up until Goose spoke, probably making it seem like he was lost in mediation.

"Greetings." What a nice surprise! Mr. Goose did show up after all. Poo gave a habitual nod/half bow from his seated position and extended a hand to the empty patch of ground in front of him. "Have you come to meditate?"

Re: November 28th, noon? badasscopters November 25 2009, 16:51:55 UTC

"No other reason why I'd come 'round," Goose stated, taking a seat straight in front of him. This felt pretty okay so far. Poo didn't seem like too bad of a guy, so for all he knew, he could actually enjoy this. That, or Poo would be one of those nice-but-boring kind of guys. Hopefully, that wasn't the case.

"Any certain way ya go about it?" He expected some kind of weird sitting positions and noises, but nothing NEAR what was really about to happen.

Re: November 28th, noon? swordofkings November 26 2009, 08:39:19 UTC

Hopefully that wasn't the case. Poo nodded again and motioned for Goose to mimic his cross-legged position. Then he exhaled deeply, closed his eyes and gave instructions, "Close your eyes and focus on clearing your mind. You are not outside. You are not in the cold. You are in your mind, and you must empty it of all thoughts. Purge your mind of thoughts."

Re: November 28th, noon? badasscopters November 26 2009, 18:00:57 UTC

Alright, this didn't seem too difficult. Empty your mind of thoughts and... what, stay that way? At least that's how Goose assumed it would be. It could potentially be relaxed, but also possibly something that he wouldn't thoroughly enjoy. He'd never know until he tried, though.

He shut his eyes and tried to blot out all thoughts. He wasn't entirely good at it, but at least he's better than Nester he managed to empty his thoughts out enough in due time. This didn't seem far too hard!

Re: November 28th, noon? swordofkings November 27 2009, 05:44:27 UTC

Poo was a patient fellow and after a few calming, concentrating moments Goose had reached a point of complete emptiness, which was the perfect condition for the Prince to bridge a mental connection with the teacher.

Poo gave a telepathic warning. A strong body is guided by a strong mind. Through the spirit of Mu I will test your inner strength. If meditation becomes too intense and you wish to stop please let me know, and I will do so.

Soon after that a veil of dark, empty space enveloped the two, and Poo seemed to fade into the background, only to be replaced by a ghostly figure of Mu and his awesome ghost beard. The aberration spoke to Goose in an echoing, mysterious voice.

"Ah, Goose. I am the ancient spirit of Mu. To complete your trial, I am going to break your legs. You will lose the use of them. Do you accept this?"

Re: November 28th, noon? badasscopters November 27 2009, 13:15:30 UTC

Wait, so what was going on? This was nothing like the meditation he expected. He expected sitting still, emptying his mind, maybe some breathing exercises, and that was it. Goose didn't exactly think that some ghost would come up to him and try to break his legs.

What in the world?

"Eh," Goose sighed, giving in to this. He wound up bringing out a crooked smirk right after. "The hell kinda' meditation is this? Eh, fine, fine, break my legs. Go on." This was probably not going to feel real, right? This was just 'meditation'.

... Right?

Re: November 28th, noon? swordofkings November 28 2009, 20:11:21 UTC

Of course, this was just meditation.

Mu's eyes flickered briefly in the darkness and then an incredibly loud, painful sounding CRACK was heard coming from the general direction of Goose's legs.

"I have taken your legs. You are down to 15hp." Mu said.

Poo remained stoic and calm throughout this as this was magic cake for him, but awaited to see if Goose's concentration would hold up for Mu's next test.

Re: November 28th, noon? badasscopters November 28 2009, 20:13:50 UTC

"Wha- G'AAAAACK!" FSDHFDJSHF WOAH OW THAT JUST. HURT. I mean Goose had gone through pain and all but that was just. OUCH. That just. HURT. OW. Okay. Wow. Okay, Goose, breath, ignore the pain, lalala, ow this was painful. This felt worse than just the regular breaking of legs.

"What kinda' meditation is THIS s'posed to be?!" He thought this was going to be relaxing! It was making even him, the hard-to-faze guy, freak a little.

Re: November 28th, noon? swordofkings November 29 2009, 01:54:36 UTC

Goose's reaction proved hard to maintain a stable connection to the otherworldly entity known as Poo, ancient lineage or not. The spirit faded and Poo spoke up to calmly explain.

"Mr. Goose... Mu meditation is training of the body, mind and soul. A strong body is not without a strong mind. This is all in your head. But if you want to continue you must focus through and overcome the pain. Do you want to continue?"

Re: November 28th, noon? badasscopters November 29 2009, 02:01:06 UTC

Goose gritted his teeth, feeling the pain begin to slowly lessen. It didn't feel like knives stabbing into the 'remnants' of his legs, but it still ached pretty nastily.

Hnngh c'mon, Goose, c'mon. This wasn't a matter of bragging rights or being cocky, it was a matter of manning up. He'd rather man up than wimp out.

"Heh, can't give up that easily. I'll do it, better this time." Now he at least knew what to expect to some point (keyword being to SOME point), at least regarding pain levels.

Re: November 28th, noon? swordofkings November 29 2009, 03:13:17 UTC

"Very well." Poo solemnly said. He closed his eyes and exhaled, going back into a meditative trance, imploring Goose to do the same.

It took a little time but eventually Poo was able to channel the spirit of Mu again, his ghostly form fading out of the darkness and floating before Goose once again. The closer Mu got, the more the pain returned to Goose's legs.

"So Goose. You cannot walk, as your legs are broken. Next, I will tear your arms off... I shall take your arms and feed them to the crows. The taking of your arms... Do you accept this?"

Re: November 28th, noon? badasscopters November 29 2009, 13:57:28 UTC

Oh great, that pain was coming right back. It wasn't a big surprise, though, because of spirit's return and the meditation re-initiating. Goose wasn't ready to back out, though, no matter how bad the pain got.

"Hnngh, yeah, yeah, get it over with," He spoke, his breath coming in short, raspy pants. This was surely uncomfortable, but goddammit, he was gonna make it! *FLEX*

Re: November 28th, noon? swordofkings November 29 2009, 19:28:42 UTC

Poo debated if Goose would reach enlightenment as Mu taught it. There was a purpose behind the training; to show that the body was ultimately worthless, just a physical container for one's spirit, the ego, and that the barrier between the ego and the spirit needed to be broken down before one could tap into their true power and inner strength.

Mu's eyes flickered and there was a slow, gradually increasing tugging sensation in Goose's arm sockets.

Continuing to accept Mu's tests for the sake of one's ego and to just get it over with was going to lead to, well... questionable results. Probably leaving the mediator and meditate... ee unfilled. Poo accepted this and couldn't help but have a quick flashback from some of his previous Mu meditation sessions with certain faculty.

CRRRRCK--RIIIIP! Out of the darkness Goose could hear the flutter of hundreds of wings and ravenous caws heading in his direction. The crows descended upon his fallen limbs and consumed everything in a matter of seconds. Bone and all ( ... )

Re: November 28th, noon? badasscopters November 29 2009, 19:48:56 UTC

Goose cringed and let in a VERY sharp inhalation. His lungs were coming in much shorter breaths, his chest rising and falling at a more rapid pace. That hurt. That hurt an awful lot. His arms and legs- or where they 'once were'- now ached to a grand extent.

There was no way he'd back down. Sure, he wasn't some big macho guy. He wasn't as powerful as some people in this school with their fancy magic. But goddammit, he is a strong man and he can definitely go through with this.

He laughed. It sounded bitter, but it reeked of his persistence to go on. It was a sign that he was just ready to go through this and make it through.

"H-Heh... that's," He gasped harshly as the pain grew worse, but then continued. "That's all, eh? Go for it."

Re: November 28th, noon? swordofkings November 30 2009, 17:47:56 UTC

Mu seemed completely indifferent to Goose's pain, and it was only about to get worse. For a meditative void that was technically all in one's head the atmosphere of the session was wickedly intense. As if both student and teacher were being plunged further and deeper into the ocean, the pressure of the depths becoming almost unbearable.

Another flicker of stoic spirit's eyes and a horrible, tearing RIIIP. ...and then silence. Deafening silence.

(So, Goose. No legs, no arms and no sound... by floating words through the air, I must ask you... Do you care if I take your eyes? Do you want to live in eternal darkness? I shall steal your sight... Do you accept this?)

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