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PostSubject: Memorable as a Mountain (Rikio)   Sun Jun 03, 2012 8:37 pm


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Training day at the army barracks for the Earth Benders’ particular show of skills was always an… interesting day to work. The day would begin by organising training dummies, sparring rings, weapons, armour, obstacles, etc. Made out of numerous different things – earth benders needed to practice facing all the elements after all. Usually, the daytime, when the actual training was under way, Fu’s day mostly consisted of sweeping the barrack’s hallways and occasionally collecting the broken sparring weapons or armour that had been discarded mid-practice fight. It could be described as being relatively injury-free, compared to other days working at the barracks. However, Fu would still find himself clobbered on the head by a practice sword or thwacked by a training dummy one way or another. It was just his darn luck.

It was the end of the day that was the hardest work. The Earth benders of course would set the ground flat again, as was required, but that still left a myriad of broken weapons, armour, obstacles and dummies littered everywhere, as well as the bits and pieces that hadn’t broken needed to be returned to the stores for the next training day. It was hard work collecting everything, especially when earth bending tended to leave things being smashed all over the place. More than once Fu found splinters stuck in his foot days after the training occurred.

As Fu combed the courtyard, collecting any odds and sods that had been left behind and tossing them into a large pot that would be emptied into the trash heap at the end of the evening, he wondered vaguely where his brother was. His eldest brother, a soldier in the army, and not an earth bender, tended to try and avoid Fu as much as possible. It was a mutual understanding between them both that it would both lead to things being awkward, especially with the knowledge of Fu’s continued failings when it came to joining the army. He wondered if his eldest brother had been stationed somewhere else. Their parents would know, but even so Fu rarely had contact with them nowadays. Of course he sent them a letter once a month just to let them know that he was well and working hard and that no, he hadn’t yet been successful like the rest of his brothers.

Fu gave a dismal sigh, plonking the broken bits of training equipment in the pot. Although the air had been hot that day, the sun was beginning to set and the air was already turning thankfully cooler. The sky had turned a brilliant pink and the sun was leaving a sickly, but warm orange glow over the surrounding vicinity. He bent over to pick up another broken practice sword. His shadow was long and almost alien-like. Pausing, Fu glanced at his shadow and stared at it for a long moment, while his shadow absently stared back.

Slowly, Fu stood up, abandoning both the broken sword and the large pot while he continued to stare at his shadow. If he looked like his shadow, he would be a giant, strong and tall. If he was like that, he would be able to enter the army without question, fighting alongside his brother, nay, stronger than his brother. The most elite member of the soldiers protecting the Earth Kingdom. His focus stayed on his shadow as he flexed both his arms. His normal arms were average, they had no real muscle tone to speak of, however, his shadow looked strong and buff, with all the muscles to show off with. A slow smile crept on his face and he posed a few more times, even daring to go so far as to make little ‘grr’-ing noises at his own shadow in his poses. He was the strongest man alive. The tallest and the strongest! Protector of the weak and innocent and the most famous member of the Xingshi family ever in the history of all his ancestors----

He suddenly realised how ridiculous he must have looked and immediately stopped everything he was doing. A flush of red embarrassment hit his cheeks and he frantically grabbed the pot and began collecting the bits of rubbish at double time, desperately pleading and praying that no one saw his little play of shadow puppetry while on duty.

How utterly embarrassing. He thought to himself, shaking his head.

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PostSubject: Re: Memorable as a Mountain (Rikio)   Thu Jun 07, 2012 3:25 am


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Rikio the Mountain God, legend throughout the Four Nations, instantly recognizable by his sizable beard, his immense stature, and deep blue, cutting eyes, was attending a routine Training Day at the army barracks. Why, you ask? It was simple. Queen Meili was meeting with Yu today, and she was tired of her bodyguard and her closest friend tearing up the throne room every time they enter the same room. Rikio allowed himself a small smile. Not that I blame her. They did tend to get a little ... violent. Last time they got into a fight, a passing Captain tried to break them up. He still wasn't out of the hospital.

So, Rikio Yamato was sitting on the sidelines, a chair spun from rock underneath his massive frame. He seemed to be asleep; yes, unbelievable! He was asleep! His head was resting on a convenient groove in the back of his chair, his mouth slightly open as loud, rumbling snores came out of his massive figure. The training day continued, various people winning approval and congratulations, other's harsh reprimands and cutting words. Rikio slept through it. He was quite laid back, despite his massive frame, almost a gentle giant.

With a start, he woke, his cutting electric blue eyes opening wide as he peered around the peered. It appeared no one had wanted to wake him. Not that they could be blamed. Waking a 9 foot tall sleeping legend wasn't something every person wanted to do. He noticed that, in the hustle and bustle of cleaning up, he and his chair had been moved, sent behind the partition used by the Earth Bending instructors. With a massive yawn, he walked out from behind them. Immediately, he noticed the late hour, and almost as quickly noticed a boy ... who appeared to be making muscles at himself. Rikio raised the proverbial eyebrow.

"You! Boy! What time is it, young 'un? You do know how to tell time, do you not?" His voice was massive, gruff, and powerful, like the sound of two boulders rubbing against each other while sliding down a gravel mountain. He had a presence about him, one hand on his massive wooden stave, as tall as he was, the other hanging stiffly at his side, a hand the size of a cooked ham hanging at it's full length. As of right now, his piercing blue eyes were staring straight at Fulei. To almost anyone, it was obvious who he was: Rikio the Mountain God, the Earth Bender who got promoted from Private to General in a single day, said to be able to shatter mountains and create continents with his hammer ... which was oddly missing.

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PostSubject: Re: Memorable as a Mountain (Rikio)   Thu Jun 07, 2012 6:55 pm


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At the sound of the man’s voice, Fu found himself practically leaping out of his skin. It was for several reasons of course. One being that he hadn’t realised anyone else was still about the training area. He had assumed they had all dispersed for their dinner, or perhaps their evening worth of entertainment, as none had lingered for any late night practicing as was sometimes the case. Two, he had assumed, because it seemed the training yard was empty, no one had seen him being a bit ridiculous in posing to himself in the shadows – he hoped and prayed, this still might be the case. Three, it seemed the person in question was none other than the giant man, the mountain man, the God of the Mountain. The soldiers had various names for Rikio, and Fu believed he knew most of them. Although he had never met Rikio personally, he knew plenty about him, and had, on occasion, seen the huge man attending the side of the Queen as they headed off far into the distance in the opposite direction of where Fu might have been located.

It was surprising actually, even knowing that Rikio was a ‘giant of a man’ Fu hadn’t quite grasped the sheer expanse that the man took up until it came to seeing him close up in a situation like this. Fu was not short, yet he was easily dwarfed by the man, who stood a good foot or so taller, with broad shoulders and the sheer dominating presence of the mountain surrounding him. Fu tried not to stare, believing it might have been rude, and tried his best to keep his focus set upon packing things into the earthenware pot, but when you have a giant beside you, asking you questions, it became very difficult to concentrate on picking things up and throwing them away. His eyes kept sliding over in curiosity and awe at the man. As said, Fu had heard plenty of stories, and the inside of his head was spinning around in thoughts of deep wonder.

Only after a moment’s pause (and awkward staring) did Fu realise the man had addressed him – he still glanced over his shoulder, wondering if the man surely meant someone far more interesting and important than he, but, it truly seemed that it was both Fu and Rikio here as it was, and Fu blinked again. A tiny questioning ”Me?” escaped his lips, trying to understand fully that it was he who Rikio wanted to answer the question about the time. He swallowed, his mouth dry as he glanced over towards the steadily setting sun that was burning a brilliant orange and casting deep crimson over the landscape, Fu’s shadow, although elongated and huge in its length, still looked like a dwarf in comparison to the ever-on-going Mountain’s that stretched long and far into the distance.

Fu raised a hand to his brow, squinting as he stared at the sun, then turned his head to examine the length of their shadows. ”Maybe eight o’clock?” he said guessing, it was late anyway, though it might have been a little past that time, thinking about the time of year it was and what not. Well, Fu could only guess as it was anyway. He bit his lip for a moment, wondering if he dared speak again, though as his brain thought, his mouth flapped open and he continued;

”I-I think the dinner service may be over though, Sir.” Fu bit his lip in hesitation, his brown eyes staring at the man quizzically, but still in wide, genuine awe, ”If you want, I-I could make you something? Or some tea? I-I’m really not the best cook, Sir, um… but there is no reason to go hungry… if you are… th-that is… Sir?” his chain of thought and voice trailed off in the end, wondering if perhaps he should have just snapped his mouth shut before babbling on. The Earth Bender may have thought Fu to be completely insignificant, and the last thing he probably wanted was some nobody babbling away when they only wanted to know what the time was. Fu mentally scolded himself from being so foolish and for not shutting up, but he said no more and bowed his head politely to Rikio, quietly hoping it would mean he wouldn’t use his earth bending prowess on him.

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