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Post by Sayva on Jan 23, 2019 0:36:32 GMT -5
The cracked helm that rested between his palms had stirred up emotions he had spent years trying to forget. However, on the tatami mat of his personal study at the New Crane School his pupil Pon sat with the glee of hope that once powered his fists for justice. It was unlike him to leave his quarters unlocked but the day had been hectic, and his force of habit had failed him. The curious little first year had stumbled into his office in search of an extra obi when the smoking gun of his prior identity had been unintentionally uncovered from his closet. It was hard for the former hero to find anger against such innocence, especially when Pon was still old enough to remember The Great Sayva, reminding him that his past wasn’t quite that distant at all.
“Why didn’t I ever get rid of this thing…?” He inquired rhetorically between his ears, gripping the sundered helmet tighter as he remembered his last day as a hero. The Frieza Force had stormed from the skies of Central City that day, led by Lord Glacio and a few of his immediate underlings. Although Sayva fought valiantly and saved many, his power was far too overmatched to stand up against the cruel frost demon that slowly made a mockery of his justice with every condescending strike. If not for his helmet that final tail strike would have shattered his skull and ended his life. Instead of his lone sacrifice, countless innocents died in his place as half the city was wiped out before more comparable warriors could arrive.
------ WC: 267 Total WC: 267
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Post by Sayva on Jan 23, 2019 0:43:58 GMT -5
Enter Pon
“Pon, can you do me a favor and please keep this a secret?” He inquired with a serious tone as he shifted his amber eyes from the helm to his pupil. Pon was a first year at The New Crane School and had latched onto Sayva seemingly the moment he passed through the dojo’s doors. Although only being ten he is a ball of energy, not too much unlike himself at that age, ripe with a reminiscent level of potential as well. Roughly 4’4 and all of 65lbs soaking wet, the young hyper intensive student is always found with his dark brown hair in a rubber band up do with his bushy black eyebrows encompassing the majority of his face. “Course teach! I just can’t believe you’re The Great Sayva, no wonder you are so strong!” Pon exclaimed in response with little regard to the sensitivity of the information, showing an innocent immaturity towards the seriousness of the secret. “Keep your voice down Pon. Besides, I’m not The Great Sayva anymore, I’m just your instructor Mr. S like always, got it?’ The orange haired hero replied as he scanned the hallway for potential eavesdroppers before slowly pushing his office door shut. “Aww what!? How come!? You can’t just stop being a hero teach, that’s not what heroes do!” Pon exclaimed again in response, completely ignoring Sayva’s request for a reduction in his amplitude. If nothing else Pon was hard headed and also stubborn, however he was right in this particular situation, at least the part about heroes anyway. ------ WC: 260 Total WC: 527
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Post by Sayva on Jan 23, 2019 0:50:09 GMT -5
“It’s a long story, but I realized the unfortunate truth that I cannot save everyone. In the end my justice wasn’t strong enough, and for that I do not deserve the mantle of hero. I only hope I can instill within you what I wasn’t able to bare.” Sayva responded as he placed a coddling hand on Pon’s head, cracking a small yet hopeful smile in the process.
“Tch! What’s gotten into you teach!? It’s not like you to throw a pity party like some sad panda! If you don’t think your justice is strong enough then just make it stronger! Don’t give up! Just imagine it’s me you’re saving each time! You wouldn’t let anything happen to me would you!?”
“Ww-well, of course not-…”
“Right! Then it’s settled! Just go and make your justice stronger now! However you do that exactly!? Cuz if you don’t then I won’t keep your secret and the media will be swarming this place in no time!” Pon continued as he bounced up and down with his fists balled in conviction to help convey his passion.
“Fine Pon. Fine. Just settle down would you.” Sayva replied with a heavy sigh into a well deserved face palm. Being innocently blackmailed back into a cape and mask by a ten year old was not the way he wanted to end back up on the scene, but Pon did have a point. There was a time when his optimism and enthusiasm was the same and had absolutely no chance of being shaken. Of course, that was before he had ever found himself on such uneven ground against an opponent. Still it seemed he had missed the lesson, and gave up where he should have strived for greater heights. For all the things that Pon did which annoyed him his company was definitely invaluable as it served as a reminder, a reflection even, of the child inside of himself that always needed a hero.
------ WC: 328 Total WC: 855
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Post by Sayva on Jan 23, 2019 0:57:45 GMT -5
It had been roughly half a decade since he had last donned a costume and patrolled the Earth as The Great Sayva. Although his original helm had been sundered, it was the only part of his original costume that he was able to salvage from that day, the rest of his getup had been burned and singed to next to nothing. He was unsure if the public to this point would even remember The Great Sayva if he came back just as he was, but the Sayva of old was in the past, and anything moving forward had to reflect his new resolve. Luckily to this point his father Jo had not retired and was still an animator for the East City Cartoon Production Company, and every so often he would drop off a few personal sketches like he had always done ever since he was a kid. His father was where he had got his imagination from, and his initial inspiration to be a hero lied within the pages of his illustrations. Just as he had done then, Sayva would do now, and find a muse from his fathers characters to design a costume. Before he had taken from an amalgam of his fathers sketches and infused it with homage to the late Great Saiyaman. This time around the ideals of his idol predecessor would factor in, but not dominate his complete motivations. He was now fighting not just for his own sense of justice, but for Pon’s as well. A single concept drawing of his fathers stuck out the most, an adapted representation of the goddess of justice, Themis. In her right hand his father drew her bronze sword, which represented swift and final justice, wrapped loosely within a scarlet ribbon. While his father left much of his creativity open for interpretation, the red ribbon resonated with him on a deeper level. The scarlet strand, much like himself, was not the source of justice but rather the vibrant mantle of its authority. Before long the birth of his new costume had risen, taking the form of a red hooded mantle and cape with complimenting red gloves and boots. His spandex body suit a tone of earthen bronze, signifying his entire physical vessel as the proverbial blade of Themis. Lastly an orange visor would be added for the sole element of facial concealment, albeit with no underlying meaning like the rest of the costume. Instead the shade of orange helped to pull in the concept from a purely visual aesthetic while also complimenting his orange hair and acutely amber eyes. With his costume fleshed out it would take some time for it to be developed and manufactured, and in that time he had to train. After all, jumping back into the fray five years cold turkey would likely save no one. ------ WC: 472 Total WC: 1,327 [Topic Finished]
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