trans_9 | Obtaining a New Power [open]

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Obtaining a New Power [open]

Once Shoutarou was settled in, Hoshi went to the Sensoriums on the HardBoiler with the Lost Driver and Nazca Memory in tow. She felt like there was new energy inside of her by what happened at the Narumi Detective Agency, definitely ready to put forth her energy into making Nazca work to its' fullest potential. Sure, it wasn't like aiming for Xtreme, but she didn't feel like she was being left out of the fun. No, she was going to help protect the smiles of those on Stacy along with Philip and Shoutarou.

She walked inside of an unused Sensorium and waited for Philip to come help her learn about the Nazca Memory as they agreed upon.

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Now that she had more of an understanding about Nazca, Hoshi went to somewhere in the city, ready to try out her new powers. She stood perfectly calm and composed before attaching the Lost Driver to her waist, it wrapping around her. Then, she held up the Nazca Memory and clicked it.

"NAZCA!"

"HENSHIN!" she called and placed the memory in the slot of the Driver. She spread her arms out and felt flames and light surround her, transforming her into Nazca. Her hand took the Nazca Blade out of its' sheath, twirling it around, and she ran it over her gloved hand.

She wanted someone to train against just to see what techniques she could gain from this form so that she can utilize all of the skills that Philip previously showed her.

( OOC: Okay, so the first part is for Philip and Hoshi while the second one is free for anyone! Feel free to bother her about the transformation or anything else, as well! )

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"Acupressure, yes. What did you do to your arm, if I can ask?"

Easy enough to see that gaping discrepancy in her body's pattern. Morgan held back from that for now, reaching up to touch her neck and shoulders in a way that sent relief flooding down through her abdominal muscles.

"It's not what I did to my arm, it's what someone else had a hand in," she began. Though, it did become clear to her that if she was to become Morgan's student, she should definitely tell him what happened to her arm in detail.

Well, here went nothing.

"See, I was told that if I didn't want to join this organization that I heavily opposed, right down to their ideals as well as the way they ran things, I had to fight. And, so, I did. At first, I could take what the guys threw at me, but the more I went at it, I waned in strength from repeated movements and repeated assaults again and again.

"So, when I was knocked down to my knees, I still didn't give up, even though my body wanted me to. Though, in the dish itself, one of the beyblades hit a pillar and it came crashing down on me. When I came to after that, I saw my arm pinned underneath the rubble with some of it on my body, as well."

She paused before deciding to continue. "I got the debris off of me the best I could, tore the sleeves off of my shirt to use as a makeshift sling and then continued until I gave up finally. My team found me and took me to the hospital, to where I had reconstructive surgery done to repair my arm. What I have in there are titanium plates, rods, and screws."

What helped her along with telling the details of what happened to her arm was what Morgan was doing to help her out. "In so far, I've been doing Tai Chi on board here to regain the range of motion I had before this mess happened."

"Hmm."

He reached up to touch a few spots at the base of her neck, the back of her skull at the spine, and just between the shoulder blades. Another wash of warmth and relief, this one surging down her arm. He had his eyes shut (fortunately, given what they're inches from) as he assessed, though he continued to work as he thought.

"I might, might be able to help."

Hoshi felt the tension she had in her body slowly moving away, feeling so much calmer than she was before. She leaned back a bit in the chair and let her arms hang at her sides.

"How so?"

"Acupuncture," he said, bringing his hand around to press on a few specific spots on her lower torso and abdomen, bringing relief and energy in turn. "Acupressure is all right for surface relief and general revitalization, but that injury has become... well, a part of you, really. Like a scar. Acupressure could, I hope, over time restore your energy flow to the proper healthy state rather than the injured one."

"Ah!" Either the noise was one of realization or relief, she came upon remembering something. "A really good friend of mine said that we could do that if there was a skilled acupuncturist on board," she stated.

"If you want to do that, then by all means, sensei." She lifted her head up and gave him a beaming smile.

"Conveniently enough, it happens there IS one," he said, opening his eyes with a grin. "At least now. And I'd love to help if I can. I can only imagine how much that must irritate you!"

"And, lemme guess, he's right in front of me?" she teased, still grinning ear to ear. "And, well... I think I can make an exception for you."

"Maybe a little," he teased right back. "An exception to what, though?"

"Being helped. As much as I say I'm fine, it's nice to be helped and have someone to lean on once in a while," she replied.

"Nice and necessary," he said, crossing his arms and adopting as firm a manner as he could manage. Which wasn't very, since amusement still sparked brightly in his eyes. "You're only truly self-sufficient when you're not."

"Like having a team?" she guessed,drinking more of the water she had. Sure, it didn't really substitute actual water, but the thought was still there.

"A team." He sat back on his haunches casually. "Friends, family, people you trust. The people who say they can do anything or handle anyone by themselves are the people who fear failure the most, or so I've found."

"That's sound wisdom," she said, reclining in the chair itself. She always found herself appreciating people like Morgan around.

"But... Yeah. I totally don't mind you helping me."

"Good, because I think I'd like to help you."

He waited a moment more, looking her over. "How are you feeling now? Still weak anywhere? Strained? Any uneasiness still?" He wasn't so perfectly familiar with her chi that he could expect to have done the job perfectly for certain.

"Then, help me all you want."

She did a little bit of a check on herself, feeling so much better now than she did before. "Mmm, probably a bit in my back, but I'll be-- well, if you want to take care of it, by all means."

He'd caught what she'd nearly said, and he was downright giggling over it as he got to his feet and rounded the chair. The back was fairly easy to work; he simply pressed his hands into the muscles around her spine firmly, applying deep pressure and soothing motion through them.

She pulled a face when he giggled at her, making a little noise to add on to her disapproval. Though, that ebbed away when she felt his hands on her back, slipping her eyes closed. "Man, if only I had this kind of treatment back home..." she sleepily mumbled, feeling comforted by his movements.

"I cheat a little, but there's no reason you can't find a competent massage therapist. They work under different principles than I do, but results are results."

He rested one hand comfortingly on her back, checking over the flow of energy in her body again. "You're still going to be a little sore, but if I fixed that entirely you wouldn't gain anything from all this." Which was not entirely true, but it went against his grain to do the sort of work that accelerating the effects of exercise would require. Training was for more than just the body, after all.

"I'll have to see if we do have any massage therapists on board. With how many specialties we have, there's got to be at least one."

She gave him a nod and then took a small breath, closing her eyes before exhaling it. "What would probably have helped me more is stretching before I did the exercise, but--" She stopped to shrug, grinning a little bit. "I'll let the soreness teach me a needed lesson."

"Well, muscles only get stronger from healing, you know," he said, standing up to come around the chair again. "Still, you shouldn't feel much of anything unless you exert yourself. Which of course you shouldn't, give it time." Much of anything was a relative term; he already recognized her pain tolerance. "Besides, be glad you CAN feel pain!"

She nodded her head, taking a final sip of the water she materialized and she stood up again. "I'll definitely give it time. No pain, no gain, right?"

And, it was true that she had a high pain threshold. With the kind of sport she actively participated in, it was pretty much needed.

"Yeah! It'd suck if I couldn't."

"Trust me, I've been there. It only sound like a good thing."

He watched her rise carefully, judging her motions. That all looked good. "What kind of training do you normally do, then? Since that was new but within your power for sure."

"I can imagine."

She gave some thought to it, since she really didn't stick to one specific training regimen as she tended to do them all so that one area didn't get weak while the others were strong.

"Everything, mostly. It's just to make sure that one part of me doesn't suffer while the others get stronger."

"Where'd you learn all this, anyway?" After all, most people didn't understand the idea of balance or even how to properly train one muscle, let alone all of them.

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