Sage Mode App - Menma

-Byond Key: A New World

-IGN: Menma

-Discord Name: antiSOCIAL

-What unique/s do you want: Sage Mode

-Why do you need this unique to improve RP: Cooler attacked Earth in a surprise counter and nearly obliterated each of the Z-Fighters single-handedly. The training period which succeeded was for each to attain new heights and break their limits but Menma found it immoral to utilize the Demon Fox's power after finding out the origin of the power and what it meant. Choosing to find his own path, he took advice from the fox and Roshi and began to develop his own Ki for further self-progression.

-Do you have any outside activities such as school/work that stops you from being on during times of the day: No

-Now I would like you to write me a roleplay involving this rank:
Upon the peak of the mountain he sat, cross-legged and entranced, falling deeper and deeper into a meditative slumber. What his inner-sanctum brought him to this time was a labyrinth, the endless tunnels and hallways wound and stretched for seemingly eternity. The dim lit area was stained with a red tint giving off the characteristics of clay-- dim candle lights were place sporadically at various intersections along the paths, lighting at random intervals or upon approach. Creepy was certainly not subtle here. Menma continued, calling for the enigmatic entity which avoided him and evaded pursuit.

"I just want to talk! I know I haven't been too nice to you and I haven't really considered your feelings, if you'll just hear me out though!"

Radio silence. What seemed like hours persisted, aimless wandering down corridor after corridor. Then a voice, it echoed through the halls and a fierce gust followed-- it wanted him to leave. "Get! OUT!" The sheer force of presence sent him tumbling, but this seemed pained-- The direction of the voice was to the left, it had to be the exit. Foot steps pattered on rough cement as he ra, the dim light fading until nothing but darkness remained. The instant he stepped outside the maze it crumbled to pieces behind him: the defenses were breached.

Behind metal gates sat the sulking, spiteful and oddly pitiful beast."What do you want?" Menma knew he wasn't going to just be able to outright ask for power, let alone if it was justified to even use it, but he had to start somewhere and the most elementary form of bonding was through introduction. "I want to settle this feud. I'm Menma. I'll ask again, what's your name?"

The tension was suffocating, thick like southern humidity, warping the space around them. Reluctant but compliant, it hissed. "Kurama." -- Kurama. "You're the first to ask for my name... but I know what you're planning to do. To keep me use me as a shield whilst you supplant my power for your own selfish greed." It was a part of him, just as Goku said. It could read his thoughts almost as well as Menma could read his own. It pained him to know he'd been so transparent.

"... I was going to do that, you're right. I lost against the ali- no I was powerless against it... I blamed you. You had all of this strength and yet I could have none of it. I felt if I was at least hosting you, the least you could do was supply me with the means to fuel my own ambitions... but that was wrong... and I'm sorry." His condolences didn't seem to mean much to the vexed but what Menma was inquisitive about something.

"How exactly... did you end up in here anyways?"

No one had ever asked the fox's name before, unbeknownst to Menma that interest was a redeeming quality, but it was still apprehensive, was the boy in earnest about their feelings or simply plotting to lower their guard?  There was a heavy sigh and and the demon explained the circumstances of the predicament. "Several hundred years ago me and my siblings roamed these lands in separate corners of the world evading humanity out of respect for their culture. However, size can be a terrifying thing. When the swipe of your tail causes tsunami's, and your roars earthquakes, people see you more as a threat and a monster than anything else. It was during the eve of December when a group of power warriors followed me to the arctic region. Monks and priests gathered and we were tossed into a great battle where their powers were pitted against my own. They paled in comparison but you humans are strong-willed and cunning when working together. reinforcements arrived from the west unexpectedly with greater power than I'd ever seen. Using that power they damaged me-- it was enough for the priests to cast their spells. With magical chains they bound me to the ground, sapping away my energy into these nine different totems that would hold my power. As my life force began slipping i thrashed but to no avail... When I woke up I was here, in this cage, inside the body of a young woman. Since then I've been transferred from host to host, used as a weapon of war against those unwilling to submit to whomever was in control... The chain was unending, the jihad and pilgrimages continued until one family in particular had enough. They were quick-- amidst one of the ceremonies, they captured four of the totems and took it for themselves. That released a portion of my power. With it, another piece of me escaped to lay waste to the lands around, my other half. With those four totems they continued a haphazard version of the ceremony sealing me in their infant son... you."

It spoke with a great envy which Menma could only assume was towards its other half, the half that escaped. It was ludicrous to believe so much power existed with only half of the beast being locked away inside of him, and yet still it was disheartening to know it'd been abused for centuries with no one to tend to it, show compassion or care. That oppression again. "... That's unforgivable..." he started, bawled fists clenched tightly as he spoke, furrowed brows displayed a ferocity that could not match the fox's own bot portrayed an empathy, one of the likes it'd never seen before. "It's just like those aliens. They take what is't theirs and use it selfishly to lay the foundation of their own greed... That's sick! I can't, I can't ask for forgiveness nor apologize enough-- i can't right their wrongs but I can promise you this... I don't want to use the power you grant, if makes me anything like them then I'll just find a way to gain strength on my own.... I'll find your other half Kurama and I'll make sure you're reunited and set free!"

It moved, shifted and grew closer to the bars. It looked, stared blankly for a moment, an analytical gaze that measured the value and worth of the youth's words. "..." Menma was quaking but the beast could sense, feel emotion and at the core of his host was unparalleled honesty. It nearly moved him. "... I will tell you this, Menma-- there are energies of which you could not comprehend... you humans have a great deal to learn, to take in. Everything has life and in that life there is power. If you seek such, look there..."

It would not abandon the chance to escape despite knowing the consequences for the young boy. If he wished to martyr himself then the fox would allow him to ignorantly. It had sacrificed years of its life for the many, once could sacrifice itself for him. Turning it's back, the ground rumbled and the beast retreated into the darkness. "Look to the sky... boy..."

A vacuum gripped him, sucking him up and out from the trance and tossing him harshly back into reality. A sharp gasp and he was awake again, surrounded by the scent of water and the breeze. He could feel the warmth of tears on his cheek, the salty taste on his tongue. There was so much he didn't know but if there was anything he was certain of, it was that he would right the wrongs of his kind for this pitiful being.
08/29/19(15:06:09) *Menma(A New World) turned his attention to Kisaragi who appeared to be ready to fight. It would be difficult to resist utilizing the power of the demon within but for the sake of his own personal gain and to justify those who wronged him, he would have to. Beckoning Launch over, he closed his mind off and focused, raising fists and wit entirely. "Listen to everything... feel everything." he repeated to himself, a mantra of inspiration. "I"m ready when you are, Kisa', Launch." he finished, ignoring the negativity of Trunks' words. There was always impending doom lurking on the horizon; they would just have to meet it.*
08/29/19(15:46:26) *Menma(A New World) felt the pressure the minute the fight began, the trio worked in impressive unison with each acting under a different role. The Namekian, per their race-- proved to be impressively durable, none of Menma's jabs seemed to be phasing him. He'd thrown several punches with which the youth weaved, a left hook skimmed past his nose, his back arced, narrowly avoiding it. A hard left cross came afterwards, crashing into the opposition with such force it ricocheted him across the playing field onto another item. Menma was on the chase. Clones spawned from all directions holding a front against Launch and Kisaragi giving the boy time to breath. He'd grown more tactical with their usage and found separating and delegating ki allowed him to pour more or less into the masses to create stronger or weaker variants. A group of eight rushed the swordsman, their power dwindled in comparison to the ninth he created as a combat partner, who directed its attention toward Launch. The green man was quick to retort, a fervor akin to those of the warrior clan gave him a second wind, a boost in strength that pressed Menma into a corner. A few hits connected, stunning him and forcing him to retreat and regain his footing. To his dismay, his clones were carved up by the Kisaragi in less time than expected meaning the fight was coming to him-- yet before he was able to formulate a plan of attack, a bombardment of ki was pounding against his back. The impact was similar to being pelted by baseballs, ninety-mile an hour pitches at rapid intervals. Moving to the side to escape their consistent assault, he hid himself among the dirt kicked up. Holding back would not only disrespect Launch as a fighter but discourage the continuation of her training and he knew that if he was going to win he'd need to focus her. A leap and he was in the air, coming down atop her with a mighty axe-ki- A long appendage yanked him out of the air and thrashed him, the earth the stalwart pillow which 'cushioned' his fall. "Ack!" his eyes darted. Taizu could extend his limbs across great distances, a feat he'd been unaware of until now. Cursing beneath his breath, he changed his target and began pinpointing the warrior, withering away at his defenses. The fight carried on for several drawn out minutes, Menma was pushed to the brink of his own capability dealing with them and two of the competitors paled in comparison to his strength. Truly an eye opening experience. In the end however, he prevailed, leveling each opponent and standing as the sole victor. He gasped for air apparently holding his breath instinctively. "...Huff...Huff...Y-you guys really work well as a team." a praise to each of them. "You're incredibly tanky--" a homage to Taizu and a nod in his direction. "And Launch... that training did more than pay off, it practically tripled your power!" she was inherently quick as well, her elegance in dancing around the battle field made her an especially difficult target. "And you, well you're as sharp as ever, Kisaragi." It was a good session and hopefully a learning experience for them all.*
08/29/19(16:02:34) *Menma(A New World) was still in the process of recovering his stamina but Kisaragi seemed ready to go again. "Heh, you're not against losin' again are ya', Kisaragi?" a playful jest preceeding a response to the namekians question. "Uhm, I actually can't help you with that one. I can't fly on my own." If anyone would recall the battle, any of Menma's uses of flight were all accompanied by a yellow cloud that carried him through the sky-- the flying Nimbus. "But I'm sure it can't be that hard-- er, I actually don't recall your name haha! If you're going to be training with us I don't want to just call you green." he was respectful like that, a kindred spirit. "Anyways, you all did really great, I'm not even going to say I won by skill so much as it was a luck on my side. If any of you want to go again, I'm more than willing to watch." It was the perfect way to develop their skills without the crushing pressure of stronger fighters weighing on them. Despite his prowess, Menma lacked a certain physicality that the saiyans held and was still tiers below them. *
08/29/19(16:30:12) *Menma(A New World) managed to defeat his opposition again. He'd felt confident with his abilities but felt he'd need to push himself beyond those limits if he was ever going to achieve any form of self-development. It posed the question "How did everyone else grow so greatly?" The saiyans had an ungodly transformation which came with their race, and the other alien races seemed to similar with various forms and the potential to unlock greater power-- humans had never done such a thing-- or at least that he'd seen. Menma now recalled what the fox had said again. Something about the strength of the planet. Perhaps they were closer to mother earth than they'd led on. Helping the others to their feet, Menma congratulated the duo and laughed. "Keep it up Taizu, you'll be boxing against the two of us in no time." Kisaragi didn't need further praise, he was a powerhouse himself and was repressing a great deal of power throughout those fights. He returned to the others, recuperating.*

*Menma traveled West, distancing himself from the masses for the purpose of solitude. Throughout the duration of his flight he mulled over Kurama's words and Roshi's routine. The elder placed heavy emphasis on the control of one's Ki and Menma was beginning to believe he now understood why. Ki was an important aspect of daily life, every living organism, sentient or not had to have it, it was an interconnected life stream powered by the planet's core and thus needed to be respected as such. It was merely a hypothesis, but Menma believed that human beings may have had the power to tap into this Earthly energy to further expand upon their own abilities-- considering the demon fox's innate natural strength and how his own transformations dwarfed the power of other warriors in comparison, it only made sense.

Descending upon the snow covered wasteland, Menma detached himself from the mystical Nimbus cloud and waved whilst it departed. It was time to test the notion. Center field he sat, concentrating on the six senses which illuminated human life: touch, taste, sight, sound, smell and the presence of raw energy. Each played a delicate role in balances one's ambient experience and could be heightened through training. His lids fell shut, his breathing slowed and he consigned his brain to six different tasks, hyper-focusing each sense as a relay point. "..."

When coming into contact with the voices of the silent most would find themselves overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of their presence, Menma had been no different. The sensational feel of the snow beneath him, particular flakes freezing every micrometer of flesh numb with frost. Instinctively his teeth chattered and the sound of rattling bone reverberated in his eardrums echoing and rattling his skull. Pain in this hyper sensitive state was unbearable and the fire of every kindled being blinded him light a super nova. It was akin to witnessing the big bang through a microscope, the visual and multi-sensory spectacle obliterated his trance. "Gaaah!" he cried, falling back into the snow with a thud, heart pounding in his chest.

There was no explanation for what he'd underwent, the transformation was as educational as it was brief but whether power could be derived from this or a true synchronicity was unknown. He'd thrown himself into a universe insensitive and unaware of his existence-- he exerted his dominance without the balance of a smooth transition and paid the price. Breathing intensely, Menma looked to the sky. He'd learned in school that every snow flake in the trillions of possible patterns had all been unique, no two were the same no matter how minute the difference. It was in some aspect an analogy to life. The differing planets, possibilities and galaxies were different, even if another Menma existed, or another Kurama as there was-- what they experienced, felt, knew, their soul, none of it was the same despite being identical at first glance. Exhausted, he closed his eyes to sleep.*

*Menma took another break, deciding it was best for his mental longevity. Standing, he stretched out his legs, arching his back and listening for the pops and cracks of the spine. There was progression undoubtedly, whether or not it was quick however was debatable. There was a lot to take in, a hurried pace considering the state of all of their criminal records. He repeated the title given to them: "West City Eleven" any titular introduction so ominous would be villainous but why was this happening? Why were those un-involved with the RR army forced to succumb to the same accusations as the rest of the heroes? He hadn't been too particularly bothered but it caused a great deal of conflict. He couldn't even return to school without their being chance he was ratted out by one of the staff members for safety reasons.

--Safety. Menma wouldn't harm a fly let alone an innocent bystander, if anything, he, Launch and Kisaragi were the least deadly and aggressive of the bunch and yet there they were lined up alongside them on the galley. Grimacing, he sighed. Was this how Kurama felt? Their monstrous capabilities and superhuman physique made them monsters despite the fact they were minding their own business.

To not dwell much longer, he returned. He had one more sense he needed to convey before attempting to combine the group of abilities: sight. This one would be the most necessary in combat practice-- to see the unseen, the quick, the invisible. Menma sat again, lowering his power and meditating, drawing in the energy from his surroundings. It was more difficult to concentrate considering the topic which he lay to rest continued to swarm his thoughts, gnawing at his stability.

Behind black lids he began to see shapes, silhouetted items in the distance that shifted in and out of reference. He was utilizing too little of the Ki provided and thus dropped his power to intake a greater deal. By doing so, he was flooded with the sensation of light, a sparked fuse that created fireworks on black canvas. Those images once hastily outlines were overly defined and bright, the picture remained unclear even in this state. "Higher... Higher."  he thought, increasing the output of energy to match the ambient flow through him.

It looked like someone had taken the dial and readjusted the image for eyes to better comprehend, an opthamologist using their machine to render a hazy frame. When Menma opened his eyes, he was gawking with wonder. The first thing he noticed were the snowflakes, each intricate pattern was delicately laid out for him to see and he noticed that it was as if each were hand crafted before being sprinkled from the sky-- they'd been right about the patterns. Raising his power, he evaporated the natural reserves he'd had and prepared for the last iteration of his meditation.*

lowered his energy output mimicking the same levels he'd needed to balance out the sensory overload when taking in natural energy. As he did so, he could feel the extra reserves of energy multiplying as the ever flowing life stream entered and swelled within his being. It was untamed but when redirected began heightening his senses and he could feel not only the essence of fighters but their hearts, their intentions, the energy they put off and their own particular connections to nature. It'd been as if all this time the air, the water, the trees were speaking, they just needed a medium. Menma allowed himself to become, that medium.

He harnessed this energy, aligned it with his own via a matching process he'd near perfected, and extended it to every aspect of himself-- the effects were instantaneous. His sense of stamina, strength, energy, it all amplified two times over. He could not only hear better but see better, move quicker, control his ki with further accuracy, extend his presence. His eyes fluttered open, dandelion shaded irises developed and alongside the lids and corners of his eyes a shade of orange developed. He hadn't a name for this sagely technique-- one would surely come to him in the future but for now he needed to test this new reserve.

With a single punch he created shockwaves in the air, rupturing the space before him with an extension of his own Ki. The snow beneath him split in a straight line extending several meters. "..." the effects were far beyond what he'd imagined and surely this was without full mastery of the state.

For hours he continued practicing, exerting the energy until it was completely depleted. What he found was that by doing so he'd drained himself of not only his natural reservoir, but the extra energy consumed. That would be a weakness he'd have to keep note of. "E-Exhausting...." He could feel the grogginess returning-- it was like being electrocuted, the synapses in his brain slowing after the rush. He collapsed, successful but deprived.