Xiao Long
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Post by Xiao Long on May 11, 2013 22:58:41 GMT -5
*She was abandoned, and left to fend for herself. Dread filled the city streets, and it was completely silent that night. Devoid of all life, they appeared as if out of thin air. Littering the rooftops, watching silently, before descending like rain upon her. Clad in blood red, brandishing all manner of weapons. It was blood for blood, no quarter was given on either side. Before this it had always been exhibition, training and sparring. This was all or nothing, and blood littered the battleground.
Horizontal cut was stopped by Golden Star Gouge to the face, driving the sinuses through the brain stem. Burning Dove Chop tore through bone and cartilage. The Palm of Forty Sorrows was driven through one's temple. Throughout it all, they never screamed, they never stopped, they fought with broken bones and caved in chest cavities. Tiger Scratch removed eyes from head, Good Fortune Thunder Kick shattered jaws, and Strike Of The Silkworm's tooth snapped a neck. Yet they were legion, the sky was full of crimson, and they would not stop. No matter how many of their number fell.
She continued to fight, even when their elite joined the fray. Concussed, barely able to breathe, and exhaling blood by the pints, she fought them tooth and nail. It was for naught, she was still snatched up by her throat. She cried for the person she loved most in all the world, begging to be saved, it was at that moment darkness overcame her and she died. Nameless, abandoned, another body in the streets. Death was not the end that was promised. There was no bright light, there was no paradise. Death was merely the beginning to a worse nightmare.*
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Post by Xiao Long on May 12, 2013 14:23:43 GMT -5
*Legacies endure. The flesh withers away and dies and our chi returns to the source from whence it came. Even if our tales remain on in legend, they are bastardized, perverted to suit the whims and stories of others who would see our deeds sullied to suit their own ends. A legacy however endures. It is what we leave to our children. It is in our family name, it is in the lives that we live that inform those who follow after us, it is in the teachings passed down to our children.
Within my blood flows the triumphs of two ancient bloodlines. Storied warriors and conquerers have all aligned so that I may draw breath. All of their fighting prowess has been passed down to me, and every lesson is the greatest of gifts that I could ever hope to have in this world. I've mastered countless forms, even more techniques, and philosophies. They are but stepping stones in my pursuit of true enlightenment through the way of the fist. Every child's test in life is to kill their parents. The idea of killing is a metaphor. It is our imperative that we surpass the deeds and the accomplishments of our parents.
To surpass my storied parents, is to become the greatest fighter to have ever walked this earth. My arts are my most cherished possessions, and I will not teach them, save to my own children should I ever have them. I train Monkey, but there are many teachings that I withhold. Monkey has a good heart, and he lacks the killing instinct neccesary to truly master ancient teachings that are best left unexplored. Mastery of the martial arts, true mastery opens a door that few would ever dream of crossing into. On the other side, they are terrible secrets and truths that would change one's very understanding of the world.
The path I walk, is one that puts a target on my back. Martial artists thrive on challenge, and not all of them are benevolent. You invite The Hand, you invite immortal beings who overflow with chi to where they could destroy everything in their wake, and you invite demons that would use your body and your spirit as anchors to this world.
My family's fighting arts live on and grow in me, and they will remain in my family. I have no qualms about teaching the basics of martial arts to trusted friends, but I will accept no true disciples unless they are of my blood, because these secrets and the burden that comes with them is my family's legacy.
Years ago, my mother stressed that she did not wish to see me become an empty vessel that's only purpose was violence. The irony is sickening in hindsight, but I'm not empty. I'm full of glorious purpose. I fight because I choose to do so, and each passing day offers new lessons and challenges that I look forward to confronting.*
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Post by Xiao Long on May 14, 2013 22:45:32 GMT -5
*To Whom It May Concern,
Hello, my name is Wu-San Mingyu. First off I would just like to say that I am an absolutely huge fan of your daring and educational television programming. I am not a native of the United States, but your show more than any other resource that is available has taught me what it means to be an American woman. I have watched every season religiously, and I have come to understand that you all annually hold auditions for new cast members. I'm aware that I'm a few years younger than what you are actually looking for, but I would like to also state that I believe I have just the thing to add a twist to your upcoming season.
I believe that I am Bad Girls Club material. I am a real bad girl. I do not tolerate insults lightly, I will readily stand up for myself in any situation and I do enjoy having a good time. I can assure you that my age will not prove to be a liability in any shape or fashion, I am more than capable of taking care of myself. I am very much looking forward to the upcoming third season and I have seen your recently posted creed which I've taken to be a guideline for the participants on your show.
"A Bad Girl knows what she wants and how to get it. She makes her own way, makes her own rules and she makes no apologies. A Bad Girl blazes her own trail and removes obstacles from her path. A Bad Girl fights and forces her way to the top with style and beauty. A Bad Girl believes in jumping first and looking later. People will love you. People will hate you. Others will secretly wish to be you. A Bad Girl is you."
I know what I want, and I most definitely know how to get it. I believe that I fulfill all of the neccesary criteria to be a participant on your show, and should any other girl wish to pop off as Tanisha Thomas would say, I will punch them right in their loud American mouths.
All I graciously ask of you Oxygen, is that you consider me as a future cast member for your upcoming season of Bad Girls Club. I carry your creed close to my heart, and I try to implement it in my day-to-day life.
Sincerely, Wu-San Mingyu.*
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Post by Xiao Long on May 20, 2013 11:43:51 GMT -5
All warfare is based on deception. Hence, when able to attack, we must seem unable; when using our forces, we must seem inactive; when we are near, we must make the enemy believe we are far away; when far away, we must make him believe we are near. Hold out baits to entice the enemy. Feign disorder, and crush him. - Sun Tzu, the Art of War
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Post by Xiao Long on May 20, 2013 21:22:56 GMT -5
*He never dies, he never goes away. He is ageless, he is timeless. I am no killer, but I want nothing more than to kill him for what he has done to me...But I cannot. Shiva could not kill him...Shang Chi could not kill him. I know he is out there, I know that I am never truly safe. When he decides he wants me again, he will come for me. He can kill a water buffalo with but a slap, and he believes himself to be above guilt and innocence.
"Scared little doll, you are not a person. You are not worthy of feelings, save what I allow you to feel. Do you understand that nobody will come to save you? You are mine, until he wants you. If he takes you, it will be through that body of yours that we will achieve true greatness, that our purpose shall once again be realized.
I have not told father the full details, nor Ted. They do not know the depths of his evil. I do not know if he is a god, or some sort of demon, but if they knew what I knew about him they would be as afraid of him as I am.*
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Post by Xiao Long on May 22, 2013 18:52:50 GMT -5
*Daniel Rand or Danny as he prefers, has been a Hero For Hire and he is The Immortal Iron Fist. He was an exceptional martial artist who found his way to the mythical city of K'un-Lun. He's promised to take me there someday, Danny gained his abilities by defeating the Dragon Shou-Lao the Undying with his bare hands. Upon defeating the dragon, he plunged his fists into its' heart and he became the Iron Fist. Danny's chi is astounding, but that isn't surprising. His chi feels different from other people who possess similarly powerful chi. It isn't like Stick or Richard Dragon, it feels unhuman in an odd way. This makes me think that upon defeating the Dragon, he either took its' chi for his own, or he gained access to it. Either way, I've seen him do incredible things. Even without the usage of his chi, Danny is one of the ten best fighters on the planet. I've had the honor of sparring with him many times, as he is one of my father's best friends. Danny is lighter in comparison to my father, more easygoing and freespirited. He takes me to amusement parks, and I am quite fond of him. He is a source of levity, and if he is watching me? It means I usually get to see Lucas Cage as well! As a fighter, Danny is very fond of getting off of his feet. He practices several styles from K'un-Lun which for all intents and purposes are more antiquated forms of Kung Fu. Danny is proactive in combat, and he will frequently get off of his feet. When facing him, expect aerial attacks, and far more kicks than expected from one known as The Iron Fist. His versatility is one of his greatest advantages, and with the use of the abilities that his chi offers? He can exceed the capabilities of the other best fighters on the planet. At that point he crosses into the realm of superhumans. Danny has taken to educating me on the usage of my chi, and as my own abilities develop, I surmise that I will be looking to him as an example.* *Richard Dragon, has an odd place in my life. He is the only man my mother has truly loved. I've seen her cry once, and it was due to him. Richard is a peerless martial artist, he has trained several notable martial artists and if it weren't for the fact that he's confined to a wheelchair, he'd be amongst the three best fighters on the planet with my parents. I do not know the fully story behind my mother and him, and I am not as familiar with him as I am Danny, or Stick. Richard's chi is massive however, and the part that frightens me is that he is a normal human. In his prime, I do not know who would win in a contest between him and my father. All the same, he's the only fighter I've encountered while with my mother and during my time with my father. I know that him and my father respect one another immensely. When he looks at me, it is hard to describe what I see in him. Pride, regret and even a degree of sadness. I've not had the pleasure of sparring with him. The three times that I've met him, he's sat me down and talked with me for hours on end. I do not know what to make of it. The last time I saw Richard was roughly 8 months ago. My father took me to go see him, and Richard and I talked. Well, he mostly asked me to talk about myself. He asked about my training, and what I liked to do for fun, and he asked me what did I want in life. It reminded me of my mother. The birthday, where she asked me to do as I wished during the day as there'd be no training. He smiled throughout most of it, outside of when he touched on the incident. I saw something akin to fear in his eyes. But I do not know why Richard Dragon would fear me. Even in a wheelchair, I'm not a match for him. He saw something in me though, and the words he said at the end of our conversation still resonate with me. "Mingyu, when you fight with rage in your heart and in your fists, you have already lost the battle. It is only through concern for the well being of your opponent as well as yourself where true victory can be obtained and it will always be yours. That is how you will beat him."I do not understand what it means, and father would not tell me when I asked. He said that I would have to discover the meaning for myself. I am certain we will cross paths again in the future.*
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Xiao Long
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Post by Xiao Long on May 24, 2013 20:25:10 GMT -5
* Circa, 2000.
I have a sister out there, somewhere. Well, she is technically my half-sister, but what does it matter? I have a sister. I think about her all of the time. I try to imagine what she might be like, and mother is no help there. She says that Cassandra was a failure, but she will not say anything beyond that. Maybe Cassandra is not a fighter, she could be a painter or a writer! I do hope that I get to meet her one day, I've always wanted to have a brother or a sister. I imagine she must look like our mother, I frequently hear I look like our mother. If that is true, I should look like Cassandra when I grow up.
Even if mother calls her a failure, I know in my heart she is a fighter. Just like me. I can feel it, and I want so badly to meet her. Sometimes, I like to pretend that mother will reunite with my father wherever he is, and we will be a family together with Cassandra! I think that would be amazing. Cassandra Cain, wherever you are, I have not met you but I love you. We are sisters, and someday we will meet, and we will be inseparable. I know that if you give me a chance, you will feel the same way!*
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Post by Xiao Long on May 28, 2013 18:33:46 GMT -5
*Benjamin Turner is known more widely as The Bronze Tiger. He's easily one of the best fighters on the planet, I currently have him neck and neck with The Batman who I've yet to meet. Ben possesses a ferocity that is a sight to behold, but he is a highly dignified and grounded man. He is an an acquaintance to both of my parents, and my mother oddly enough actually has respect for the man. I say it is odd because my mother respects few people, and likes even fewer. She does like Ben Turner however. He came to my father to seek advice on a matter, and he was surprised to discover me there. Referring to me as a 'Mini-Sandra.' He was very nice to me, and he asked for me to honor him with a demonstration, expressing surprise afterwards at how far along I was in my studies. He told me that one day I could very well surpass my mother and my father, and that he looked as forward to seeing my progress as he did that of my sister's. As a fighter the Tiger has a lot of power to rely on, and he moves with the speed of a large cat. His major disciplines are Chinese, but he is able to hit consistently, and when he does, it hurts.* *Frank Castle was a highly decorated Marine who lost his family to a mob shooting when they were out at a picnic. On that day, the Punisher was born. Since then, he's amassed a huge bodycount across the planet of known criminals. I have great respect for the man, as he strikes fear into the hearts of men who do not fear infinitely more powerful beings. With nothing but his relentless training, his intelligence, will and whatever tools he can get his hands on, he's become a boogeyman to criminals the world over. I'm not ashamed to admit that The Punisher was my first crush. I saw his exploits on the television with my father, and I grew fascinated by this warrior. I encountered him by pure chance one day. He was intimidating some drug peddler and attempting to pump information from him. I could hardly contain myself and I sprung out to announce my intentions to Frank. The drug dealer would have gotten away had I not disabled him, which I think surprised Frank even more. I said many things to him, and he merely looked at me dumbfounded. I realized at that moment we were not meant to be, and the most striking thing about Frank other than just how big of a man he is, was that his eyes seemed more sad than anything else. There wasn't rage, there wasn't apathy, he came off as hollow. I could relate to it, and so I gave him a hug which made him infinitely more uncomfortable. It is sad, but I cannot be with someone who is more emotionally unavailable than myself.*
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Xiao Long
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Post by Xiao Long on May 30, 2013 19:59:02 GMT -5
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Post by Xiao Long on Jun 27, 2013 22:05:38 GMT -5
I have a mother I think about her often I used to think my mother loved me Though she has never told me She made me From her body, in her image She trained me She brushed my hair She would read to me She did not want me to be a person Neither did they She allowed them to take me She let them hurt me She let them kill me I killed because of them Many times In the end, I will kill them all
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Xiao Long
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Post by Xiao Long on Jul 12, 2013 22:16:23 GMT -5
*I recently watched a movie, and it got me thinking. It inspired me to write something to describe how I am feeling currently. Not that you or anyone else will ever see it.*
I hate the stupid self destructive life you live and that you try to rationalize it. I hate that you don't take your studies seriously yet you have an aptitude for what we do. I hate the sound of your stupid voice and the way you butcher the English language I hate when you introduce me as your friend because we're really not friends, not at all I hate the way you act around other girls and that it makes me feel really self conscious I hate that you have the gall to touch me and I hate that I don't break you for doing so I hate that I can't tell you about my past You'd say nothing, but you would hold me I hate that I cannot stop thinking about you since that day you walked into my life I hate that I feel the way I feel about you because I don't know if you feel the same.
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Post by Xiao Long on Jul 22, 2013 20:59:29 GMT -5
Bak Mei Bak Mei was one of the five elders. He is reviled as the Shaolin traitor, and betrayed the monks to the Qing Dynasty. Incidentally, his name happens to also be shared by one of the deadliest styles. Bak Mei incorporates fou, chum, tun & tou. The art makes extensive use of the Phoenix-Eye fist. The style is centered around the interception of opponent's strikes with your own and on powerful & lethal counter striking. Based off the movements of the Tiger, the limbs must be kept loose until bursting to hard when striking. One must almost always wait for an opponent to strike first, before picking them apart.
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Post by Xiao Long on Aug 19, 2013 8:59:02 GMT -5
*Mingyu's Hit-List*
1. Robin- Gotham 2. Nightwing- Bludhaven 3. The Black Panther aka T'Challa- Wakanda 4. Black Canary- Star City 5. Captain America aka Steve Rogers- New York 6. Green Arrow II- Unknown 7. Daredevil- New York 8. Bronze Tiger aka Benjamin Turner- Detroit 9. Iron Fist aka Daniel Rand- New York 10. The Thunderer- K'un-L'un 11. The Prince of Orphans- Unknown 12. Psylocke aka Betsy Braddock- New York 13. Yukio- Japan 14. Night Thrasher- L.A 15. Judomaster- Unknown 16. The Gorgon- Japan (Terminate) 17. Maki Matsumoto- Japan (Terminate?) 18. Silver Samurai aka Kenuichio Harada- Japan 19. The Wolverine aka Logan- New York 20. David Cain- Unknown (Terminate for what he did to Cassandra) 21. The Cat aka Shen Kuei- Unknown 22. Wildcat aka Ted Grant- New York 23. Richard Dragon (Should he ever regain usage of legs) 24. Stick- New York 25. The Batman- Gotham 26. Mother- (Unknown) 27. Father- New York
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Post by Xiao Long on Aug 25, 2013 23:58:33 GMT -5
*A lot has happened since I've last wrote. I followed The Wolverine to Madripoor of all places! He was not pleased in the least with that. But I snuck in the cargo and put oil on my body so my scent would not stand out. I made it to Madripoor though, and I even ran into the ninja woman Yukio. The time there was so much fun though, I teamed up with Yukio to take down an assassin, and I even got shot for the first time! In my shoulder, it is a hard thing to describe. The Wolverine was his usual surly self but I think he is finally starting to warm up to me. I got to drink sake, and I gained a new sensei in Yukio. She's been building on my expertise in Ninjitsu with me and she has taken me on as a student. Yukio has gradually grown on me some, to where I can now comfortably say that I do not dislike her as much as I once did. We did much training and she has even invited me back out!*
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Post by Xiao Long on Sept 8, 2013 19:01:32 GMT -5
Last night, I asked myself...How could I live like this?
The unnecessary risks. The corruption of my chi. The blood that I spill. This madness that I find myself descending into that only one other is currently privy to.
What am I doing?
This isn't fighting. What I am doing is not an honorable contest between worthy combatants. What I am doing is little better than wholesale slaughter. It is necessary. The men that I hunt are not the devil. They're merely practice for him. I have seen the devil. I have looked into his eyes, and seen nothing but pure evil reflected in them. I had my innocence stolen away from the devil, among other things. He was inside of my head, my very soul even and he took something, replacing it with his darkness and his hate.
My classmates believe me to be angry, or even to be crazy. They know nothing of the rage that I feel. It makes it hard to think, it makes it hard to meditate. This rage threatens to consume everything in its' way. I thought that I could be good. But I can't, and I won't. I truly cherish the love that those close to me feel for me, but I must give the devil his due. Him, and those who follow him. They should not have brought me back. I wish they hadn't brought me back.
The men that I hunt nightly are pale imitations, their pain is a stepping stone to much bigger game. I cannot remember the last time I was as sated as I am now, before showering, I watched the blood drip from my fingers for minutes. While I might worry of the spiritual ramifications of my actions, I do not weep for these men. They use and hurt women, leaving them as hollow husks, robbing them of all the opportunity and promise their lives can yield. That is all that they have in common with him.
I will never stop making them pay.
How can I live like this?
Consider how I live now. Dreading the prospect of going to sleep because of the nightmares that will follow. Denying the most insignificant of well intentioned touch. Not even knowing how to properly behave in the manner of a teenage girl. Nothing washes away the stain. His fingers were on my very soul, and I can feel it. Danny, my father, Richard, even Stick...None of them can undo what has been done. Not completely. I hear his voice in my head still. Even after all these years. This horrible thing inside of me cannot be controlled, it must be directed. If that means that I owe all those who would prey on innocence a debt of blood, and of pain. So be it. I want them to dread the nightmares like I do. I want them to scream out at night with thoughts of me, of the hell that I put them through. I want them to never be able to forget, because I will never forget. This is why I mark them. Should they even entertain the idea of hurting another, I want them to think better of it with thoughts of me and the pain that I shared with them.
What they feel is but a shadow of what I must endure. They are not innocent however, and they deserve everything that happens to them.
I will never stop making them pay.
How can I live like this?
How could I live any other way?
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