Luo Hanzhai
Middle Class Poster
Turtle School Initiate
Posts: 91
Race: Hybrid - Saiyajin/Human
Dice: 3d60
EXP: 10,119
Zeni: 25,271
HP: 900
SP: 8,194
Transformations:
Oozaru (+d20)
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Post by Luo Hanzhai on Jan 5, 2017 18:06:43 GMT -5
After his rescue of the village, Luo had retired early that night. He figured it was going to take him a fair deal of time to pinpoint where exactly this Turtle School was located, so he was fully expecting to spend the entire day looking for it. He had awoken before dawn, sitting at the edge of the bed inside of the guest hut of the village. He'd already informed the Elder he'd be awake and off on his way before most the village woke up. He'd never been great with goodbyes; they always made him feel awkward. Rolling it over in his mind, he'd decided it would probably be better for him to leave now before the Elder could wake up and urge him to stay. It was a kind offer and Luo could somewhat tell that's the direction their prior conversation was headed, but he wasn't done seeing the world just yet. Walking over toward the door, he'd slip on his boots and tie them good and tight before making himself a small cup of coffee. Hurriedly drinking it, he packed away his gifted supplies into the travel sack they came in and he stepped out of the front door and into the darkness of the far-too-early morning. For a moment, he'd regretted forcing himself to wake when it was basically at the darkest point of the night; he hoped that with his travel time to the pocket of islands the Elder informed him of, he'd have enough daylight to find the place. With the School being tucked so far away from common civilization, he pondered exactly how hard it would be to find. Finishing his coffee and tucking the cup away into his bag, he'd slowly walk to the outer border of the village. Slowly lifting himself up into the sky, his white aura would blanket his body as he dashed off into the air with the map in hand, looking for landmarks as he traveled. Before long, the village was well out of sight and buried beneath the cover of the dark. He could have sworn he was going to get himself lost, but with the map in hand he was a bit more confident. Along his travel, he began to think about the Master of such a school. It was probably a man who had trained rigorously all his life now nearing his older years, but with a body honed and sculpted into retaining peak fighting performance. If he ended up having to fight this guy, he was sure excited about it. His tail twitched slightly around his waist, the Saiya-jin half of his blood he wasn't aware of getting his blood flowing in excitement and preparation. What kind of martial arts secrets would this kind of place be able to teach? Overconfidence was always a glaring trait of this particular swordsman, so he wasn't worried about making a fool of himself. He'd heard legends and stories from his ''brothers'' at the temple, talking of how practiced martial artists could cleave mountains in a single blow just as easily as lift them with their minds. He had his doubts, but if this Turtle School was worth any of the hype he was hoping to see some pretty impressive stuff. His wandering thoughts began to slow themselves as he came to a halt, and he peered down at a pocket of islands. Of course as bad luck would have it, they all looked the same. That is, until the light of dawn stretched across the now-glistening waters, revealing them each slowly one by one. It seemed luck was on his side for once; it would be simple for him to tell the difference now. As the light encroached upon and revealed the last and arguably largest of the islands, he could faintly make out a settlement on one of them. With his map in hand, he would descend gently and take a few steps on the island's surface, surrounded by a thick pocket of palm trees. Making his way out to the other side, he now looked between his map and a structure. Shrugging, he would take a few uncertain steps up to the doors, peer at the map again, and then knock. ''I wonder if he greets visitors personally? Nah, he's probably too busy for all that nonsense.''
Has the Hot-headed Half-breed arrived? Dice: 3d34 HP: 44 PL: 1,500 Nezu Mi
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Post by Retasu on Jan 7, 2017 22:39:11 GMT -5
[ OOC: I'll be using this account until I officially switch over to Nezu Mi ]
The southern portion of Earth-2 was compiled of clusters of islands, mostly. Much like the original planet, this area tended to be house a more enjoyable climate than all the other directions. It was here that most people set up their island getaways, or even their dream beach houses. It was also in this area that one could find the mighty Kamesennin, the Turtle Hermit. As the old crone had foretold, times were changing. The need for more Martial Artists was coming. A shift in the Universe was demand the mightiest to be called forth to protect the realm. Or something like that. As the young man knocked upon the door of a house, on one of the larger islands in the cluster, the occupant inside could be heard grumbling, shuffling about within. Eventually, the door would creak open, revealing a not-too-happy Animal-person, a brown bull or ox of some kind. He was donning a tanktop, tucked into a pair of old pants. A fisherman's hat on his head pulled down low to his face, trying to hide an annoyed set of eyes and a deep frown, his two small horns poked out through man-made holes at the top of the hat. He leaned on a small cane, puffing on a thick cigar. "What?"
One gloved hand gripped the cane tighter as he looked up at the one who knocked on his door, the other shoved into his pants pocket. He stood no taller than 4'2", short in comparison to almost everyone. He didn't give the young man much to work with. Luo Hanzhai
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Luo Hanzhai
Middle Class Poster
Turtle School Initiate
Posts: 91
Race: Hybrid - Saiyajin/Human
Dice: 3d60
EXP: 10,119
Zeni: 25,271
HP: 900
SP: 8,194
Transformations:
Oozaru (+d20)
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Post by Luo Hanzhai on Jan 8, 2017 5:56:51 GMT -5
This whole situation was a bit intimidating, so Luo was trying not to focus on the whole of it. A lot of rich people made vacation homes out on islands like this, so who's to say he wasn't about to make a total ass out of himself asking some filthy rich old codger where to find the guy that teaches people to fight? He didn't even have a description of the Turtle Hermit to go off of so he could ask for directions. This was gonna be a real pain in the butt from what he could already tell. After knocking on the structure's door, Luo would awkwardly shift his weight from one leg to the other, blinking at the map a couple of more times as he heard a couple of noises surface from from the interior of the building. From the sounds of things, whoever was inside this building wasn't all too happy to have company. Unintelligible grumbling led to a couple of awkward moments' wait before Luo could make out the faint sound of footsteps, and finally the door would slowly creak open. The only thing whoever this ray of sunshine was had to be missing was a welcome mat. It took Luo a few moments to actually look down and see the animal-person staring back at him; he'd been looking a foot if not two higher than the little ox-or-bull-man's modest stature. He didn't mean to insult, so he quickly corrected where he was looking after he caught the stream of smoke rolling off of the cigar from the corner of his eye.
The older fella sure was dressed for the weather, what with his tank-top and stylish (hey, Luo thought it was,) fisherman's hat. He tightened a grip around a cane in one of his hands, and offered a simple grumbled ''What''. Luo hadn't met many people with this kind of temperament before, so it stood to reason that he wasn't too experienced in how to handle it. He would open his mouth to speak. ''Hello there sir, ah, don't mean to trouble ya or nothin' but I saved this village the other day and the Elder told me somethin' about a Turtle School of martial arts somewhere in these islands. Would'ja happen to know anythin' about that?'' While it certainly wasn't the best of introductions, if this guy didn't want visitors then Luo wasn't going to hassle him any longer than he needed to. He wondered if he liked coffee, actually. He was just now remembering the very flavorful coffee he'd been given as a gift by the village's people, among all the other supplies. He would keep the map out and in his hand; he'd marked the village on it if for some reason this grumpy-seeming guy wanted to see that, and of course the marks from where Luo had circled this particular pocket of islands.
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Post by Retasu on Jan 8, 2017 9:53:38 GMT -5
The man continued to puff on that cigar, thick clouds of smoke swirling around him and up to where Luo stood. Closing his eyes, he'd let out a deep sigh, as if Luo had disrupted his whole day just for these few seconds already. Strong teeth would chew at the end of that cigar, shaking his head before looking back up at the boy. "Well, this ain't no Turtle School and I ain't no hermit, Hero Boy." Taking his free hand out of his pocket, he'd grab the cigar, letting some of the ash get flicked off the burning end of it before placing the chewed up end back into his mouth. "I'm just a fisherman. The old coot has an island farther south of here. I guess I can show you the way." He'd take another healthy puff of that cigar before leaving his front door, shoving past Luo and going behind his house. If the young man were to follow him, he'd stop sandled feet at the shoreline, pointing his can towards a smaller island in the distance, that could barely be made out. "That's what you're lookin' for. The one with the two palm trees there." He'd place is cane back down, puffing idly on that cigar. "If you're lucky you'll catch him there, since that's where he lives. I hear he's got some kinda house there, to keep the Kame School tradition alive or whatever, I dunno'. Not my problem." He'd look at Luo before turning back towards the island. "I noticed you didn't bring a boat or nothin' here. Well, either you're one o' them flyin' people or you got dropped off here. I hope you have your flippers because he's been known to shoot people outta' the sky that tried to fly over there." Looking back up at Luo, with a serious expression. "The last guy that tried to fly over there?" He'd slide his own thumb across his neck, before turning his back to the shoreline and Luo and letting him decide what to do. "I'd get you over there on my boat, but I dun' feel like it. Good luck." And as quickly as he had appeared and shown the way, the Animal-man was gone.
Luo Hanzhai
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Luo Hanzhai
Middle Class Poster
Turtle School Initiate
Posts: 91
Race: Hybrid - Saiyajin/Human
Dice: 3d60
EXP: 10,119
Zeni: 25,271
HP: 900
SP: 8,194
Transformations:
Oozaru (+d20)
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Post by Luo Hanzhai on Jan 9, 2017 18:27:14 GMT -5
Luo kept his eagerness in check as he awaited the bull-man's response. He casually puffed on his cigar, as if trying to process how to not blow his top from being bothered. Luo did feel kind of bad about it, but he just had to find this place. His curiosity was almost becoming too much to handle. The man bluntly offered the retort that this was not in fact a school of the martial arts, and that he was a simple fisherman. Maybe he'd give this guy a hand at some point down the road; give him a nice day off or something by catching fish for him, maybe. After the gruff older fellow barged past the half-breed, Luo would follow at the offer of being shown the way. Off in the distance, he could indeed make out the island the stranger was referring to; he'd mentally tack the land mark of the two palm trees. Just when he was about good and ready to say his goodbyes and take off to the sky to leave the bull in peace, his feet stopped short. Apparently the guy had a house there, and had personally established a no-fly zone around his home. The bull punctuated this statement with a gesture referring to a wanderer much like Luo that had try to fly by, only to be shot down out of the air and presumably not make it. Luo gulped and nodded sternly. The old man noted he had a boat, but he didn't feel like giving Luo a free ride. That was completely fair and he respected the decision; Luo probably just looked like some punk kid with stars in his eyes, and the old bull likely had far better things to do than spend time away from how he made his living toting some youngster across the waters for free. He would bow respectfully to the stern figure. ''I understand, sir. Thank you for your time. I'll leave you at peace, sorry for taking away from your personal time.'' With a smile, he'd turn and put a knife-hand horizontally across his own forehead to block the sunlight from his eyes.
He looked around the different islands; the swim was definitely going to be a real drag. The biggest part about that though is he didn't want to get his clothing soaking wet, and he didn't want to drown his precious supplies in water being he was almost totally broke. He would eye an island a couple of land-masses over, and claimed an idea. He'd turn and wave goodbye to the somewhat-grumpy older fella and wade through the shallows, his boots luckily keeping most of the water out. He'd cross to a nearby isle, and then search for more shallows to cross again. He wanted to make sure what he was planning to do wouldn't disturb the bull's home, so after some time he'd made his way, somewhat soaked, to the island he had his eye on. Knocking on one of the palm trees to test its density, he would bring a hand to his chin and nod. He wasn't going to trash a bunch of trees just to make a raft for himself, but a much smaller one would be far less destructive and would be able to keep his clothes and supplies dry. In addition, he could use it as a floating device to keep fatigue from causing him to sink into the waves. He'd first empty the water out of his boots and leave them in the sun to dry before patrolling the sandy shoreline, testing the plant fibers and strands for thickness. When he'd found one that would probably work, he'd carefully use the sword at his hip after untying its binding rope to take some of it. After piling up a good bunch by his boots, he'd use the sword again as a tool to search for driftwood and scoop it in toward him to avoid having to cut down any trees. He was able to find some serviceable lumber along the shore, even those his searching had turned to hours of spent time. Luckily, with the raft size he'd had in mind he didn't need a whole lot; what was taking the longest was waiting for the wood to dry.
Somewhere around the late afternoon, Luo finished a snack and began lashing the wood together into a crude raft for his preciously supplies. The fiber was holding nicely when tied into ropes, and just for added security he'd tethered the bag down to the structure. It was just big enough to hold it, and he was thankful he didn't have to ruin the old bull's view of the nice trees surrounding his home to slap this thing together. His sword was now sheathed at his hip again, and he would lift the small structure to test it out at the shore and was delighted to see that it did indeed float. As long as he didn't put too much weight on the thing, it shouldn't sink. Maybe this was going to work out after all! He'd tuck his boots, jacket, and undershirt underneath the tethered-down supply bag, leaving his pants and bandanna on, and tuck his tail inside his pants around his waist. He'd then tip toe into the water; it was warmer than he figured it would have been, but that certainly didn't mean it wasn't cold. Goosebumps immediately littered the surface of his skin, and his tail was throwing an absolute fit. After he got about waist deep, he'd move the small supply raft in front of him and start kicking. He was back up and belly down to put as little weight on the thing as possible, and he was beginning to hope some sort of storm wouldn't end up rolling in.
He would pass by the fisherman's lodge as he began to feel the sting of fatigue in his legs, so he'd slow down his kicking and look around the place. If he spotted the old bull again, he'd offer a friendly wave as he passed by before re-focusing his gaze on the island off in the distance. He'd gotten started, but still had a long ways to go.
Better than being shot out of the sky and drowning, though.
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Post by Retasu on Jan 12, 2017 23:07:05 GMT -5
It didn't take long for the Bull-Man to get back to his precious relaxing time, not taking refuge out on his front porch on a comfortable, cushioned chair. He'd continue to puff on his cigar, trying his best to pay the young Luo no mind, but being old and nosy he couldn't help but watch as the young boy began to fiddle with something. Sucking in on his teeth in dismay, he'd take a puff of his cigar before snuffing it out on large rock next to him, littered with ash spots from where he had done the same thing before. He'd recline back, letting that hat fall low on his eyes with his hands clasped over his stomach, eventually falling asleep.
After a few hours, the elder would stir awake, grunting loudly as he gave his body a nice stretch. His large mouth opened to let a yawn escape him, smacking his teeth as he scratched his belly with one hand, the other letting the hat push away from his eyes as he carefully opened them. Once they got used to the light, they'd nearly bulge out of his head at the sight of the waving boy, who seemed to have crafted some flotation device while he was asleep. "Well, I'll be..." He'd trail off, leaning over the porch to watch the boy float by, kicking his feet to propel him forward. He'd reach into his pocket, fishing out that half smoked cigar with some matches and struck it up once more. "Resourceful little bugger, ain't he?" He'd mumble to himself, a smirk creeping on his face at the thought of it. Perhaps the old coot one island over would be able to make something out of this one.
Meanwhile, Luo would find himself kicking for what felt like days. While the climate was definitely pleasant, not too hot on any given day, the swim, or in this case paddle, could be more than tiring. However, if his senses could pick it up, he'd notice the water bubbling and swirling around him suddenly. Perhaps this wasn't the storm Luo was worried about, but it was definitely something else!
Luo Hanzhai , on your next post roll 1d30 dice to find out what's under you!
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Luo Hanzhai
Middle Class Poster
Turtle School Initiate
Posts: 91
Race: Hybrid - Saiyajin/Human
Dice: 3d60
EXP: 10,119
Zeni: 25,271
HP: 900
SP: 8,194
Transformations:
Oozaru (+d20)
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Post by Luo Hanzhai on Jan 14, 2017 17:10:23 GMT -5
Luo was thankful for the old bull's assistance, as gruff as the guy was. He'd helped more than he probably realized, even if it didn't seem like it in Luo's current situation. On any normal day he'd have tossed this ides right out of the window. He could fly literally ANY other time, yet here he was taking that old coot on his word. It wasn't so much a fear of being blasted out of the sky anymore; no, it was the thought that if he were stubborn enough to fly there anyway, the Turtle Master would not only try to blast him down but likely refuse to teach him anything. Masters were sneaky like that; every one that Luo had trained under so far was much the same way. If you cut corners, you got corner-cut training. He grumbled to himself as his legs began to sting. This swim already felt like he'd been adrift for several days, and he still had a ways to go. Panting slightly as he kept on kicking, he would slow his roll for a little bit to allow his legs to rest before they cramped. Holding onto the raft gently, he'd still his movement and just float there for a while admiring the open water all around him. He always did like the water, especially in this region where the sun made it look so welcoming. Peering over the raft, he'd eye the island off in the distance. He'd made some decent progress so far, at least. Deciding to take another look at the water to pass the time, he couldn't help but feel a strange sensation pulling against his body. It was almost like a slight whirlpool was beginning to form around his figure, and that was when he spotted the mess of bubbles beginning to form near him. His eyes widening, he would grip his sheathed blade and hold it close, wondering what could be causing all this ruckus. He hoped it wasn't a shark. Please don't be a shark. It was uncommon for them to mess with swimmers, but this far out into the water you never knew what could happen. Looking toward the island for a brief moment, he'd narrow his eyes. ''Damn you old man! I better not get eaten out here!'' Fishing around in the water using his sheathed sword as a poking stick and keeping a steady grip on it, he considered every possibility but still had no idea what he'd end up bumping into next!
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Post by Retasu on Jan 17, 2017 12:24:03 GMT -5
Before long, the rushing of the water around Luo would get much more violent. Without warning, a large body would come up from under him, aiming to knock him off his makeshift raft and send him flying out of the water only to come back into it. Should he connect or not with his rush, the creature would reveal himself after right in front of Luo, kicking his feet comically in the water as he stayed afloat, hands on his hips. It was a large... Catfish man, covered in scars donning a.. PIRATE'S UNIFORM?! And brandishing two sharp looking swords to boot! He'd let out a heavy laugh, his voice deep and raspy. "MUAHAHAHAHA! HOW UNFORTUNATE FOR YOU! YOU'VE STUMBLED INTO DEEP SEA BANDIT WATERS, LAND LOVER!" He'd point a finger towards Luo, but not at him. He was pointing at his loot. "Hand over your things nice and easy-like. Unless you wanna' become chum for me and my brothers! MUAHAHAHAHA!"
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Post by Retasu on Jan 17, 2017 12:26:17 GMT -5
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OOC NOTE: 2x EXP Token CANNOT be used here. Luo Hanzhai
As an FYI, I screwed up big time on this, so because I had the wrong roll + wrong character, the first attack goes to Luo instead of the Deep Sea Bandit.
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Luo Hanzhai
Middle Class Poster
Turtle School Initiate
Posts: 91
Race: Hybrid - Saiyajin/Human
Dice: 3d60
EXP: 10,119
Zeni: 25,271
HP: 900
SP: 8,194
Transformations:
Oozaru (+d20)
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Post by Luo Hanzhai on Jan 17, 2017 16:14:42 GMT -5
In what seemed like the passing of a couple of meager seconds, Luo had promptly been made an ass of. By what? Well, he couldn't tell yet. Something had slammed into the side of the raft his weight wasn't pushing down on, and that effectively bucked the raft forward, slinging him over the top a fair distance into the sky and crashing him back down into the water. Kicking his feet and clawing his way back up to the surface, he'd sputter out a stream of salty water and peer around for the person responsible; it was!.... A fish? A fish with swords. An eyepatch? A bandanna, too. Was he being mocked? The armed to the teeth fish pointed at him, not necessarily to him, clearly gesturing to his supply raft. His new foe made a demand; he'd be let go if he offered up his stuff, but he just couldn't have that. He'd worked too hard to have decent food and drink, and this slimy punk wasn't getting any of it! Keeping himself afloat by kicking his legs, he figured if he used his skills in flight to traverse the water the same as the sky, he should still be capable of maneuvering around just fine. The only problem was this sucker could probably breathe underwater, and hopefully the pirate was smart enough to realize that Luo could in fact not. Gritting his teeth and adjusting his own bandanna, he'd lift his knotted sword out of the water and hold it in his left hand, clearly okay with the idea of clubbing the daylights out of this bandit with it. ''Oh, it's on! Ya think ya can just mosey on over and lay claim to my stuff, after makin' a fool outta me!? I'll show you, sea dog! I'll show ya good!'' A faint white aura began to blanket the half-human as he gritted his teeth, poising himself to strike. Luckily the attack hadn't done any lasting damage; it had only hurt his pride a decent bit. However, that was sort of a big deal; even as a half-blood, Saiya-jin pride was one of his biggest shortcomings. Insulting that was a sure-fire way to get the young warrior to see red, and fast. Cooling his head for a moment, he decided on a three-pronged assault. The water around him began to ripple as he clutched his sheathed sword in a defensive ice-pick style grip a quarter of the way down the weapon. Bursting forward as the waves pushed his raft away from him while a small torrent of water loosed behind him, he'd spiral in on his attacker with an elbow strike aimed for the chin, attempting to follow up with a powerful straight punch to the nose. His third strike would come in the form of a maneuver using his right shoulder, hip, and back to try and slam into the pirate, hopefully to knock him away for a better gauge of what he'd do next. He kept his sheathed sword at the ready to attempt to defend himself against any blade strikes. ''Yer messin' with th' wrong fella, y'hear!?''
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Post by Retasu on Jan 18, 2017 22:52:15 GMT -5
----- SCOREBOARD----- Name:
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Post by Retasu on Jan 18, 2017 23:04:54 GMT -5
The Catfish would go wide... eyed? It seemed this land lover was more than meets the eye. As he began to visibly power up, pushing the waters around almost at will, the Catfish would throw his arms out in front of him. "H-Hey! HEY! WAIT A MIN--!" He didn't get to protest much, the hybrid rushing him and doing a number on him right off the bat. Knocked back aggressively, the bandit would skip across the salt water like a stone, skidding to a stop on his back before shifting and going back to wading in the water with his legs. "HEY! WOULD YOU CUT IT OUT! I'M SUPPOSED TO BE ROBBING YOU, HERE!"Rushing forward, the dastardly pirate would start slashing them wildly, and seemingly inexperienced in his delivery. He looked like a rocket in the water, if anything he was a great swimmer given his species type of Humanoid, right? While those blades managed to never even make contact with Luo, he managed to stir up more water than anything, splashing it wildly into Luo's eyes! Man, would that burn if he actually got some in there!
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Post by Retasu on Jan 18, 2017 23:05:53 GMT -5
----- SCOREBOARD----- Name:
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Hilariously, the Pirate failed to make contact with Luo! Luo Hanzhai
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Luo Hanzhai
Middle Class Poster
Turtle School Initiate
Posts: 91
Race: Hybrid - Saiyajin/Human
Dice: 3d60
EXP: 10,119
Zeni: 25,271
HP: 900
SP: 8,194
Transformations:
Oozaru (+d20)
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Post by Luo Hanzhai on Jan 23, 2017 15:54:05 GMT -5
While the fish-man flailed around, Luo held off on his attack long enough to watch and stifled a chuckle, covering his mouth with a hand. In an attempt to disguise it, he'd quickly tighten that hand into a fist and clear his throat. This guy didn't seem to be all that great of a robber; must'a been fresh fro pirate orientation, or whatever pirates had. Watching him slash his blades in a wild flurry, Luo would blink curiously. While it looked like his would-be mugger planned on using the blades, he didn't seem all that great at it. He actually felt kind of bad for jumping the gun and pummeling him a second ago, up until he remembered he was in the process of being ''robbed''. With that, he'd shake it off long enough to turn his attention back to his foe who had quite indeed managed to splash some of that salty water right into Luo's eyes. With an agonized cry, Luo would clutch at his eyes with one hand, holding the other out and firing ki blasts in a wild panic. He'd keep himself afloat with flight rather than kicking his legs, and soon a scattershot hodgepodge of energy blasts would burst out in the catfish pirate's direction; whether the bandit would be unlucky enough to be hit by a few remained to be seen. Meanwhile, Luo would vigorously scrub at his eyes which had turned a light shade of bloodshot by now. It sure stung, but he'd live. ''Urgh...uguh! Of all the dirty dang rotten!...'' Luo of course with his temper was fully convinced it had been done on purpose. He was really gonna give him a beating once he could see!
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Post by Retasu on Jan 24, 2017 22:10:40 GMT -5
----- SCOREBOARD----- Name:
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