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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2016 15:47:34 GMT -5
CURRENT POWER LEVEL: 100 EXPERIENCE POINTS: Zippo DICE: 3d20 ACTIVE TRANSFORMATIONS: N/A
TAGS: OOC NOTES: I'll have this open to three other people tops. Everyone is welcome!
KEY "Capper's Normal Dialogue" 'Capper's Thoughts' "Caper's Normal Dialogue" 'Caper's thoughts.'
THE DEEP END
The Central wastes were a scarred landscape, covered with craters from the many battles between saiyans- it did not matter whether they were from the northern or southern empires. There were no rules or laws here- and it was a very dangerous place. The heat was unforgiving and the sun stared down onto the land with it's single, cruel eye, beating it with wave after wave of the afternoon heat. It was an excellent place to train, and many saiyans were attracted to the deserted wastelands just because of the harsh conditions. The lizards took shelter in the shadows of the rocks where the sand was not hot enough to roast them, but there was no shade large enough for the saiyans. The rolling, rocky hills and bluffs were coated with many craters and scratches from the many scuffles that took place in the unclaimed wilds. Every crater had a story to tell- one was created when an android fighter had thrown a saiyan into a bluff, causing the geological formation to crumble and fall into a bunch of rocks and pebbles. Another was the result of a battle long past between one of the many scuffles between the North and South Empires- a tremendous beam battle had taken place, creating a clean cut bowl-like formation in the ground. No clouds hung in the sky, allowing the sun to pound the land below without interference.
Two pairs of black boots trudged across the landscape, the wind howling and the dust being briskly swept off the rocky ground and carried into the air. Two fighters sat down on the top of a bluff, the wind blowing back the taller warrior's green cape. "Oh, come on, dad. I... I'm really not sure if I can do this. We've tried this like a bajillion times before...!" The tapering, caped fighter turned to the smaller warrior, who was stronger and older as well, despite his shorter height. The dust didn't bother the saiyan's eyes- a pair of goggles that aided his sight helped sheath his eyeballs from the unforgiving winds of the wilds. The other, shorter male wore a navy blue tracksuit, absent of any armor. He too wore a pair of protective goggles, just to sheath his vision from the winds, much like his son. Rolling his eyes beneath the glass of the goggles, the father saiyan sighed, whipping his tail around his waist. "Capper, you are going to learn how to summon one of your Blasters. It's tradition- your grandfather taught me, and I am going to teach you, kid."
On cue, the father saiyan raised a hand, a brilliant flash of blue light shining above his palm for a moment, before the ki he released clumped together, forming... something. When the light faded, a large, floating skull of some type of canine floated in the air, two cyan pupils flickering to life in the skull's eyesockets. The skull briefly turned it's large head, surveying it's surroundings. Whimpering for a moment, the skull turned around, catching eye of Capper and his father, Caper. The father saiyan's hand gleamed with a blue color while the skull was summoned. Floating over to Capper, the saiyan looked down at the oddly adorable skull as it panted like a dog, nuzzling up to him and demanding attention, NOW. Capper stroked the skull's head as it lolled over, allowing the tall caped saiyan to pet it's jaw. As scary as his father's skull blasters, dubbed "Caper Phasers", could be sometimes, they were quite playful and strangely adorable when they were calm. Caper raised his head, staring at his son and his skull phaser- the skulls were supposed to be used only as a special attack, but they eventually evolved into family pets. "Oh, come on. You clearly like them." Caper spoke, giving a smug smile to Capper, who closed his eyes and spoke with a sigh. "I do and I hate it!" Capper spoke, puffing out his cheeks after pulling his hand off of the begging phaser, which floated back upright after the saiyan was done petting it. The blaster hovered in the air, a smile on it's face.
"So, let's get to work on teaching you how to summon one of these bad boys." Caper spoke, putting a hand on the summoned blaster. The blaster cooed before raising it's head, catching a strange scent in the air. Someone else was nearby! Furrowing it's brow and growling, the blaster pushed aside Caper's hand, and before both saiyans could react, the skull lunged right at the suspicious scent, aiming to pounce on and bite someone that was neaby! "NoooOOOO! Down!! Bad skull-phaser-thing!!!" Capper called, chasing after the blaster with his father in tow. Hopefully whoever the skull tried to prey on wasn't too peeved.
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Tuner
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Race: Namekian
Dice: 3d28
EXP: 152
Zeni: 660
HP: 20
SP: 2,112
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Post by Tuner on Nov 11, 2016 3:37:07 GMT -5
[Thread PL: 100 | EXP: 0 | Current Dice: 3d20]
A rusty, decrepit space-pod slowly trudged through the stars, a lone Namekian Warrior being the only occupant; his eyes were shut tight, but they slowly opened as the incessant blaring sound of a warning rang off. He was closing in on a planet, though there was no name listed on the screen. This model was old enough that it had no knowledge of the place he was going, but Tuner was well aware. He'd set a course for the planet known as Daikondu. His father had once told stories of this place, saying it was home to powerful fighters known as the Saiyans. These people had worked with the Mazoku before, but that time had long since past. In the time since, communication between the two societies had been cut. While this might concern others, Tuner saw it as a blessing. His people wouldn't have had the chance to poison the minds of these proud warriors if they had no way to speak with them. The space-pod picked up speed, cutting through the inky blackness of space as Daikondu came into view. The Namekian gave a wicked grin. This was going to be good. As the pod breached the atmosphere, it nearly tripled in speed, flames beginning to coat the machine as it made a collision course for the hard ground below. Tuner's grin slowly faded, replaced by a grimace of annoyance. "Damn, this thing is gonna hit the ground way too fast! I've gotta make an escape hatch."His eyes turned upwards, focused on the roof of the pod. With a quick motion, he thrust his fist up, smashing through the machine with ease. As the flames made their way into the pod, Tuner made his way out with a mighty leap. He'd escaped just in time, as a few moments later, the pod impacted onto the side of a mountain, exploding spectacularly! The Mazoku Exile frowned, slowly descending from the sky. He landed with a soft -tok- as his boots hit the ground. He surveyed the landscape cautiously, before realizing he was standing a few feet away from a strange duo. Tuner's eyes narrowed as he looked them over. Were these Saiyans? They had the tails his father spoke of, but their clothing was absolutely ridiculous! Concern set in as he wondered if a race that could birth such silly looking individuals was worth visiting in the first place. "You two," he said as he pointed a finger at them. "You wouldn't happen to be Saiyans, would you?"
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Tartus
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d41
EXP: 828
Zeni: 768
HP: 53
SP: 10,806
Transformations: Oozaru
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Post by Tartus on Nov 11, 2016 7:53:10 GMT -5
PL: 100, EXP: 0, Dice: 3d20
A dull groan escaped from Tartus' lips, his entire body ached and his head pounded. The intense heat of the Central Wastelands only served to make him feel even worse. A wave of nausea washed over the aging low class, eventually subsiding as he swallowed it back down. This was the last place Tartus wanted to be, but the decision had been made for him, not by him. The previous day a mysterious Saiyan named Garban had claimed that Tartus had been drafted by the Saiyan army into his squad. The Saiyan quickly imposed his physical advantage over Tartus, before issuing him a warning. Be ready for training in the morning, and don't be hungover. Of course Tartus had ignored the warning, drinking well into the early hours. As the morning training session rolled around, Tartus lay in bed nursing his hangover. However, it turned out Garban had expected as much, and he was waiting outside Tartus's flat. As soon as eight o'clock passed, he kicked down the door and dragged Tartus from his bed. After a brief struggle, resulting in Tartus being given a black eye without being able to lay a finger on Garban, Tartus was forced out the door to begin his training. The wind kicked up, flicking dust particles around the air. Garban had come prepared, wearing a clear full face mask. Keeping not only his eyes clear, but his face free from the abrasive dust. Tartus could at least take some solace in the fact that Garban's hair was uncovered, the proud Saiyan must hate how dirty and matted it was getting. Tartus himself hadn't been as prepared, in fact he only had enough time to throw his damaged and dirty armour over his black body suit. So he was forced to squint, holding a hand to his brow in an attempt to keep the dust from his eyes. "OK Tartus." Garban's authoritative voice was muffled by his mask. "The first order of business is to see what you are capable of. Afterall, I need to see where you fit within my team. Now, lift that rock!" The pristine Saiyan pointed towards a large boulder, easily three times as tall as Tartus. Slowly, Tartus plodded over to the rock, his body protesting at every step. He wanted some way to get out of this, to not have to exert himself at all. But trying to think of anything only caused his head to hurt even more. He would have to lift the rock, but he could always just throw it at Garban. Squash him and his pristine armour like a bug, then he could go back to his bed to fester. The aging Saiyan wrapped his arms around the giant boulder, leaning backwards to pull it off the floor. His muscles ached and trembled at the exertion, his brain felt as though it was being pierced as the tension increased the severity of his headache. Grunting heavily, Tartus manipulated the rock, lifting it up over his head. Now able to lock his arms and legs, the weight seemed slightly easy to bear, easing his suffering somewhat. Suddenly a shape darted through a dust cloud just in front of Tartus. The aging Saiyan didn't have time to make out exactly what it was, but he could tell it was fast and it was heading directly towards him. Thrusting his arms forwards he threw the rock in front of himself, hopping backwards at the same time. The sheer weight of the boulder, meant that Tartus's throw only moved it a few feet forwards. Unfortunatly the moving shape was faster than Tartus in his hungover state. It darted under the boulder just before it slammed into the ground. If anyone was watching from behind, it would look as though the creature had been crushed. Finally Tartus got a good view of his attacker, but even then he couldn't understand exactly what it was. A flying, animal skull somehow able to not only move, but to do so in a lifelike fashion as well. The confusion caused Tartus to hesitate for a moment, more than enough time for the skull to pounce. Flying directly towards Tartus's face, it's boney maw ready to clamp down on his flesh. With little time to react, Tartus fell backwards, thrusting his arms put in defence. Luckily, his hands found purchase, each hand gripping one of the creatures jaws. "Wha.... what the hell is this thing?" Tartus grunted as he held the creature away with all his might.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2016 11:00:58 GMT -5
CURRENT POWER LEVEL: 100 EXPERIENCE POINTS: Zippo DICE: 3d20 ACTIVE TRANSFORMATIONS: N/A
TAGS: OOC NOTES: ouo
KEY "Capper's Normal Dialogue" 'Capper's Thoughts' "Caper's Normal Dialogue" 'Caper's thoughts.'
THE DEEP END
The skull growled and hissed as Tartus just barely held back it's jaws from clamping onto him. Capper and Caper dashed over, finding the skull inches away from Tartus' face. "Gaaah! Down, boy!" Capper ordered the Phaser, causing it to briefly look back at the saiyan. Capper had found that one of his father's two blasters was a little... hostile and jumpy, while the other was a total sweetheart. Sure, the canine skull was most likely just concerned and worried that this stranger might attack him and his father, but that was no excuse for almost biting someone's entire face off!
Quickly dashing over while Capper's father turned around, sensing another power approaching, the youngest of the three saiyans hopped over to Tartus, trying to help out by grabing a hold of the phaser's jaws and pulling back on the skull. "Okay... On three! One--" As Capper began to ready for a powerful pull on the skull creature, the saiyan saw it's lower jaw split down the middle with a low "crack", and open wide as a ball of energy began to form inside of it's mouth. Shaking his head, Capper quickly yanked on the skull, speaking in a frantic tone. "Three!! Three!! Forget two, just PULL!" And with one mighty yank, Capper jumped back, holding the skull in his hands as it was pulled away from Tartus' face just as a blast of Ki was launched from it's maw, just barely missing the saiyan it tried to prey on. Holding the blaster in his hands, the skull blinked a few times, closing it's mouth. Capper bopped the creature on the nose as it's eye sockets closed halfway. "No! Bad phaser! You don't go around blasting people!" The skull let out a few grunts and mocking babbles as Capper spoke, mimicking his tone in garbled gibberish. "Oh, are you pouting you big baby boo?" The skull turned away from Tartus and Capper, letting out another irritated huff.
Meanwhile, Caper eyed their new visitor, raising a brow. Caper had been alive for a good sixty-something years now, but he had never seen someone remotely like this man. He was green, had strange clothing and antennae, but most shocking of all, he had no tail! It was so... wrong. Pointing a finger at Caper, along with Capper and most likely Tartus as well while the two saiyans and blasters interacted in the background, Caper tilted his head, looking at the namekian from head to toe before nodding. "Yes, we are Saiyans... Although I am not certain what you are, stranger." Caper spoke in a neutral tone, no clear emotion in it. Annoyance? Shock? It was hard to pinpoint what the older saiyan was feeling. "Anyways, I'm, uh, sorry about that. Sandal here can be a little... impulsive." Capper spoke, addressing his father's special attack/family pet, Sandal. Capper turned around, briefly noting the presence of the Namekian behind him. "Hello!" Capper spoke in a chipper tune, giving a quick wave to the green stranger.
Sandal continued to pout before turning around and sniffing Tartus- Capper did say he couldn't blast or bite him. His scent wasn't the most pleasant- it smelt of alcohol and dirt, maaaaybe a little dried blood as well. Capper eyed the phaser as the canine skull sniffed Tartus before it backed off, still eyeing the new saiyan suspiciously. If this man made one move to hurt Capper or Caper, he'd receive one big blast of Ki to the face! Capper put his hand on Sandal's skull, patting his head and leaning on the skull, causing the summoned bone creature to just roll his eyes and grunt. The skull's attention quickly turned to Tuner. Capper's eyes widened a little as Sandal began to growl at the Namekian, but the saiyan male just tapped on the creature's skull, quickly hushing his hisses.
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Tuner
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Posts: 11
Race: Namekian
Dice: 3d28
EXP: 152
Zeni: 660
HP: 20
SP: 2,112
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Post by Tuner on Nov 11, 2016 21:11:42 GMT -5
Only after the strange Saiyan duo introduced themselves did Tuner notice the third Saiyan. He was being accosted by a strange Ki creature, and judging by the way it interacted with the other two, it was probably created by one of them. This other Saiyan, despite seeming weaker right off the bat due to being tackled by a skull, looked much more presentable. He wore actual battle armor, and his face looked like the kind you'd see on an experienced warrior.
He focused on the duo of Capper and Caper, his eyes falling on the elder of the two. The Namekian smirked. "Good. At least I've landed on the proper planet. I've heard many tales of the might of the Saiyans from my father. I must admit however, I am just a bit skeptical of how strong you actually are..."
The Mazoku Exile folded his arms across his chest, eyes narrowing as he gave the Saiyans another once-over. It was truly astonishing how completely different Capper and Caper looked compared to Tartus. It was like they were from different planets altogether! Of course, there was a chance that was actually the truth. Tuner wasn't sure just yet.
"I am a Namekian of the Mazoku Caste. I come from the Planet Mazoku, and I am looking for powerful allies. Do you know where the nearest civilization is? I'd like to speak with your leader as soon as possible."
Though he hoped these warriors would assist, there was a part of him that hoped they'd deny his request. He wanted to test these fighters, but starting off relations with another race by punching the first one you meet might leave a bad impression.
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Tartus
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d41
EXP: 828
Zeni: 768
HP: 53
SP: 10,806
Transformations: Oozaru
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Post by Tartus on Nov 12, 2016 2:25:43 GMT -5
Tartus's eyes widened as an energy blast formed with the skull creatures snarling mouth. Try as he might, he couldn't force the phaser to move, he was already at full exertion just holding it in place. Luckily, Capper yanked the beast away just as it released the blast. Tartus watched as the ball of condensed energy shot over his head, bearing down on Garban. The pristine Saiyan saw the blast coming however, and calmly sidestepped out of its path.
As Capper dealt with the blaster, Tartus pulled himself to his feet, groaning slightly as the ache within his body returned. Reaching inside his stained and damaged armour, Tartus pulled out a small drinking flask. Garban would obviously disapprove, but Tartus couldn't care less what his new squadron leader thought. He had nearly been eaten alive, then almost obliterated by some unknown creature from a child's nightmare. He deserved a drink. With two big gulps, Tartus swallowed half of the contents of the flask. A strong and cheap liquor that made the Saiyan grimace as it burnt it's way down his throat.
As Tartus placed the flask back inside his armour, he turned to look towards Garban. He had expected the pristine Saiyan to have interrupted him, to stop him from drinking, yet he hadn't. Of course he hadn't stepped in whilst Tartus battles the phaser either. Garban simply stood still, his brow furrowed as he watched the situation unfold before him. His arms folded tightly over his chest, his legs slightly spread and his back straitened, he looked just like a statue, all proud and arrogant. It was clear Garban wasn't going to get involved, he probably considered this part of Tartus's training and evaluation. Seeing the opportunity to observe Tartus in an unusual situation. From Tartus's point of view, Garban was being a typically useless, self important leader. If he wasn't willing to do anything, Tartus sure as hell would. As Tartus turned back around he heard Capper offer an apology, before the creature carefully came a little closer to sniff at him. The apology did little to quell Tartus's anger, as though a few words could ever calm a Saiyan who had just been knocked on his ass. He clenched a fist, ready to attack the phaser if it dared come any closer. But luckily it didn't, instead opting to return to Caper's side.
"Control your damn pet!" Bellowed Tartus towards Capper. "If it comes near me again, I will put the damn thing down!"
His eyes darted between Capper and Sandal, he was unsure if the creature could understand spoken words, but it would most likely understand his angry tone. He didn't have much patience at the best of times, but now, fully in the grip of a terrible hangover, he was a untolerable.
Another voice suddenly spoke up, making Tartus to realise there was someone else there. He eyed the Namekian up as he spoke, having never seen one before he was am unusual sight, one Tartus viewed with suspicion. It seemed this Mazoku had come in search of Saiyan's, after hearing stories of their power. It was a shame he would have to be so disappointed, not because Saiyan's weren't strong, but because they wouldn't want to help such an obviously lesser species. The Namekian implied that the Saiyan's before him didn't look all that strong. In fairness if Capper was the first Siayan you ever met, you would probably think the same. Such a statement would guarantee to trigger the pride in the average Siayan, forcing them to step up and prove their power to the Namekian. But Tartus was different, he had no pride, his honour had long since washed away under a tide of alcohol. That wasn't to say Tartus was apathetic towards the Mazoku, his irritability meant he would gladly put the green alien in his place, he just felt no need to defend his honour.
"You're a fool if you think the King would want to help a weakling species like your own. Now scram! Your green skin is giving me a headache!" Tartus waved his hand dismissively. He didn't have the patience to deal with some lesser species begging for help. Afterall the sooner he finished his training, the sooner he could get back to the bar.
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Post by Retasu on Dec 10, 2016 10:23:39 GMT -5
Capper: +1,833 SP New Total: 1,833 SP
Tuner: +894 SP New Total: 894 SP
Tartus: +1,767 SP New Total: 4,982 SP
Hopefully Sketch comes back to us when she is able, and I would love to see a spat between Tartus and Tuner in the future after such a rude introduction by the Saiyajin!
Adding now.
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