|
Post by Retasu on Mar 13, 2017 21:08:59 GMT -5
The Poopjin nearly flew off Wayne's shoulder from the quick descent back down to the ground. Rico did all he could to not go flying away in the wind, clutching the one egg he had charged himself with holding. Eventually the duo would land on the ground, Rico feeling a bit dizzy from the rush of falling that far down that fast. He'd hop off Wayne's shoulder, taking a few deep breaths. "Ugh. That was some descent, Blondie. Why don't you warn a guy first." He had a bit of a frown on his face, but at least he got what he was looking for in the process. When Wayne had asked him where they should put the eggs he'd hold the one egg in single hand overhead, waving him over to follow with his other. "This way, buddy boy!"
Should Wayne follow him, the Poopjin would lead him to the shore of the island, apparently materializing a capsule out of nowhere, clicking it and tossing it into the water. In a dramatic POOF a sleek looking speed boat would appear, as red as Rico's body with bright, yellow and orange flames everywhere. Grinning proudly, Rico would hop on in, there was a section behind the seats where the eggs could go, and that was where the Poopjin rested his. "Come on in, Blondie and put the eggs back there. I'll get you to that crazy old man's place in no time flat. A deal's a deal."
|
|
Wayne Keeso
Middle Class Poster
Turtle School Initiate
Posts: 63
Race: Human
Dice: 2d47
EXP: 2,750
Zeni: 575
HP: 56
SP: 5,318
Transformations: Power UP!!
|
Post by Wayne Keeso on Mar 14, 2017 13:41:10 GMT -5
That’s a bit much, but I guess vanity is this little turd’s favorite sin. Wayne had watched in half-amazement as Rico had used a capsule device to deploy a speedboat which matched him, almost ironically, in looks. Feeling as if he soon close to receiving the training he so desired, Wayne managed to keep his thoughts to himself about the extravagant tastes of the sun-glass wearing, fast-talking being. No reason to rile his poopy companion now. Wayne rather leisurely leaped into Rico’s speed boat. He landed gracefully and managed to find his equilibrium on the softly swaying boat quickly. Guess my sea legs are still good. Following instructions, Wayne placed the eggs in the same location that Rico had. Finding an open seat on the boat, he plopped down into it and awaited his red companion to fire this thing up and take him to his destination. Thoughts of the events in West City began to drift into his head. He remembered why he needed this training. “ Yah. I’m ready there super chief. Take me to this Turtle Hermit, please and thanks.”
|
|
|
Post by Retasu on Mar 14, 2017 21:53:54 GMT -5
Once Wayne got in, Rico would turn the ignition for the boat on, which sounded more like race car than a boat. It was all over the top for sure. "Hang onto your butt, Blondie!" Without much more of a warning he'd force the boat forward, slicing through the water like a hot knife through butter, like a bat outta hell, like a ... ! --- you get the picture. The duo would bounce off the waves, the fresh, ocean air whipping into them as they went. There was something refreshingly cool about it, perfect for how warm it had begun to get. "You'll be there in no time, Blondie. But, I gotta' ask. You seem like a strong dude, yea? What're you dragging your blonde butt all the way over to the crazy Turtle Hermit's for? Hardly seems worth it. I mean, you can jump whole mountains practically, and jump down them to with no problem. Any old fool can teach ya' how to fly."
Whether he was just making idle chit chat or actually curious who could know, but they had some time before they arrived on the Turtle Hermit's island so Rico figured why not pick the man's brain a bit? He just did help him with a major haul, for that he was thankful. Maybe another boat was in his future.
Wayne Keeso
|
|
Wayne Keeso
Middle Class Poster
Turtle School Initiate
Posts: 63
Race: Human
Dice: 2d47
EXP: 2,750
Zeni: 575
HP: 56
SP: 5,318
Transformations: Power UP!!
|
Post by Wayne Keeso on Mar 15, 2017 13:20:37 GMT -5
Wayne’s large hands firmly wrapped themselves around the grab rail that was attached to the interior of the boat in front of him. The engine roared to life and the pair were immediately off. It was a good thing he had a firm grip on the chrome railing or else he would’ve been tossed out earlier. The smell of the salt air and the openness of the ocean was foreign to Wayne. He’d spent most of his life with his boots firmly on the hard-packed Earth and a couple more minutes on this boat would probably reaffirm that belief of his. “ I was told he knows more than that.” He responded to Rico before pausing. His gaze drifted over the horizon. “ There’s some men back on the mainland that have wronged me and mine. I need to learn how to harness my energy or I’ll never be able to sleep soundly again.” His neck turned and his eyes locked onto his small, red friend’s shades. “ I need to settle things, if you pickin’ up what I’m puttin’ down Rico.” After speaking, he turned away from Rico and looked out across the ocean once more. It’s revenge that I’m after, and maybe something more than that. I’ve never met a man or beast I couldn’t whip in a scrap. Wayne wasn’t content to just sit idly and not grow in power or stature. He wanted to be the best.
|
|
|
Post by Retasu on Mar 16, 2017 12:53:39 GMT -5
The Poopjin focused on his drive, but paid careful attention to what Wayne was saying. He'd agree with him with (somewhat) of a nod. "Yea, Blondie, I get you. You wanna' protect what ya' care about. Ain't nothing wrong with that from where I'm sittin'. Hopefully he can help ya' out. Like I said, I heard he's a batty old man so good luck with that." In reality, Rico didn't know just how much truth all of those rumors held. He didn't know anyone who even made it to the old man's island personally. All he heard were stories passed on from this guy or that guy. For all he knew no one even lived there anymore.
Though, a deal was a deal. Wayne had helped him out with a great opportunity to make some money so he had to repair the favor. Closer into view an island began to show up, small in size, probably smaller than where a training school should be. But if Wayne would have his way this would be where he would be taught by the famous Kamesennin, the Turtle Hermit. Along the short the boat was slowed down, revealing that the only thing on the island besides some coconut trees and other foliage were beach chairs and a house. Rico would stall the boat out, as it floated in the calm waters. "Well, uh... that's it, Blondie. Guess this is where we say goodbye." He held out his little hand again for a shake, offering a bright smile. "Thanks again for your help today. And hey, if this doesn't work out why don't you look me up. We can go make me--.. uh, US some money. Heh."
Wayne Keeso
|
|
Wayne Keeso
Middle Class Poster
Turtle School Initiate
Posts: 63
Race: Human
Dice: 2d47
EXP: 2,750
Zeni: 575
HP: 56
SP: 5,318
Transformations: Power UP!!
|
Post by Wayne Keeso on Mar 19, 2017 17:21:50 GMT -5
Wayne stayed silent as Rico spoke. The waning engine noise and deacceleration of the boat alerted Wayne that he had reached his long-sought destination. He rose up from his seat on the boat, releasing the chrome railing from his hands. His gaze was affixed on the tiny island that sat before him, the shore only a few yards off. There was a small home with the words “KAME HOUSE” painted over the roof of the porch. The small island, flanked by coconut trees, did indeed seem a strange place for training. The oddness of the whole adventure that had taken him here though, prepared him somewhat for this end result.
“Suppose it is, friend.” Wayne’s large meaty hand engulfed Rico’s as he shook with him. The sun glinted off the tiny poopjin’s sunglasses. Would this be the last time he would see this wisecrackin’ turd? He couldn’t possibly know. “I’ll see you down the beaten path Rico.” With half a smirk, Wayne leaped out of the boat as effortlessly as he had down the mountains. His leather boots sunk into the damp sand. A few long strides later and he’d find himself directly in front of the Kame House.
Well Wayne. Here we are.
|
|
|
Post by Retasu on Mar 20, 2017 14:42:49 GMT -5
Wayne Keeso, you can throw this up for SP Grading. New thread for the actual training can follow.
|
|
|
Post by Retasu on Mar 20, 2017 21:47:05 GMT -5
+3,711 SP
New Total: 8,704 SP
Adding now.
|
|