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Post by Garment on Aug 26, 2017 13:04:14 GMT -5
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Garment sat around in a small town in the Western lands. His normal bygone life had been fun but he was poor. He could get by but that was it. He could not get any serious training for the power he had Sure he had gotten training in his early life but that was with what his family had and that had run almost dry. Garment had an idea though to make some money. He had used his powers and a lot of what he had as he created an ice cream stand. He could use his power to take the ice cream out with ease float the ice cream cones to people and move the stand around town with ease. It was a good plan with one issue. No one was coming to buy any ice cream. So far not a single person had tried to buy any ice cream. It was a hot day he didn't understand why no one wanted any buy the ice cream. All of them were crammed to their phone that was it. They didn't want to see the beauty and have some ice cream as well. He grumbled to himself, it this failed he was really going to be in a pickle. He wanted to use the money so he could learn more about his abilities and make a change. Maybe even go to the martial arts toruy and win himself thousands upon thousands of zeni. If only that could come true.
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Post by Awamori on Aug 26, 2017 13:55:03 GMT -5
[ 2d20 --- 0 EXP --- 100 PL ] It had been a few months since Awamori had gone back and forth with his contact off world, having not left yet to meet up with them. The pending Tenkaichi Budokai, World Martial Arts Tournament, was looming and with them came the open borders to all Alien species across the Universe. That damn King Tsuno, what an idiot he was. The threat potential was high and it was real. How dare he put Earth-2 at risk for the sake of some stupid martial arts tournament! That very announcement had forced Awamori Shochu to leave his high ranking position within the Earth-2's military and branch off on his own. He had surrounded himself with like minded people, those who thought the same as him and would do anything to protect his beautiful planet.
Despite the hot day, Awamori was dressed to the nines. A grey suit, with a white shirt under, buttoned up. The first few buttons left open, since he wasn't wearing a tie at the moment. His hands were shoved into his pants pockets, having made his way to an ice cream stand with a young man seeming to be working it. He was calm, cool, and collected as usual, and despite how warm it was outside he did not appear to be overheated in that expensive dress attire. He looked down at the arrangement of flavors before him, taking a note of each one. "Nice day for some ice cream. You run this stand all by yourself, son?" His voice was deep, yet soft in tone as he looked from the assorted flavors up to the young man behind the counter. His hands were still in his pockets at this point. These were the little things, as well as other much larger things, that King Tsuno was putting at risk by opening up interplanetary borders. The simple things in life to enjoy, like ice cream and the young people looking to make a decent living, all on the chopping block for the ego of some foolish King!
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Post by Garment on Aug 26, 2017 14:49:06 GMT -5
Garment sat there bored before he saw a man slowly walk up. He was dressed in some very expensive clothes by the looks of it. Garment turned his head slowly looking at the man. He was surprised such a man had come and looked like he was some famous rich Politician. That meant he was going to have money which meant he may buy some of his ice cream. Garment looked at Awamori nodding to him, "Yes I do I am trying to make a little money so I can get by maybe try and get that big and fancy tourney." Garment mused to the man. Garment looks down at where Awamori was looking. Sadly he only had four Flavor, Vanilla, Chocolate, Mint, and Strawberry. If only he had more flavors this man seemed to be a high class it was curious why he'd want some ice cream off the street. He decided not to ask weighting the risk of offending the man or him going somewhere else to get some food. He'd just roll with the punches. Hopefully, he is able to impress the man and get him to spend some money on the food. "So Uh...what would you like." Garment asked Awamori looking up at the man as he waited for his response.
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Post by Awamori on Aug 28, 2017 20:48:23 GMT -5
Big fancy tournament, huh? It almost made Awamori scowl at the thought. The youth wasting their time on a tournament that could lead to the destruction of their entire planet. Instead he simply sighed and shook his head. "I suppose, though joining the tournament is free, I believe. Being good enough to win any prize money is a whole other story." He looked back down at the assortment, noticing only a few flavors were available. Awamori looked back up to the boy, offering a slight shrug in response to his question. "Your stand, your choice. Chef's pick. Surprise me." It wasn't as if it mattered much, the available flavors were all mundane enough, but Awamori didn't particularly care for one more than the other. "So, I take it you're interested in this World Martial Arts Tournament then, hm? So is everyone else it seems. Not many people tend to think it's a disaster waiting to happen. Opening up Earth's intergalactic borders to the entire Universe and all." He didn't push the issue and simply stood there, awaiting for the young man to make the choice on his flavor for him.
He gave a casual look around the area. The city was busy, as usual. As bustling as ever and growing by the day. Earth-2 was becoming every bit as great as its original mother planet, the thought of all of this being destroyed by some overpowered alien monster nearly made him sick to his stomach. He could feel a bit of anger rise up inside of him at the thought, but he did not want to give up his disposition, as usual. Instead, outwardly he remained calm, almost stoic in nature. It was hard to read the man. Not only was he trained to mask his emotions, he was naturally an enigma.
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Post by Garment on Aug 28, 2017 21:56:34 GMT -5
"Yeah, that why I want to use the money get some good training." Garment said to the man as he looked down at the Flavor available. He told him to give him whatever. He'd pause as the man told him people from other planet were allowed to come. He paused briefly, "You're crazy." He muttered though it was clear he believed what Awamori said. He was a terrible liar. He knew there were other intelligent life forms other than humans like demons and the Saiyans. He believed in earth strength, however. Yes, they were not alone the strongest but they were a tight nit planet. He believed with their heart and soul the human race would defeat any race in the universe. He did, however, see it could be an issue if under the banner of peace came ready for war. It was a scary thought but if they came he had to be ready. All more the reason to be prepared for such a tournament in the near future. To be ready to fight those who had ill intent on the planet of earth 2. Regardless he'd use his power floating the Vanilla ice cream into the air and lifting the cone in the air as well plopping the ice cream into the cone with careful persciocn. He'd smile as he used his power again putting another blob of Vanilla on top as he floated it towards Awamori hands. "Here you go, sir, that will be 2 zeni," he said with a smile on his face as he waited for the man to take the cone.
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Post by Awamori on Sept 1, 2017 23:09:34 GMT -5
He watched the boy carefully, his eyes narrowing some as he displayed some sort of telekinetic powers. The ice cream and cone moving on their own in the air, not using his hands. Well, he supposed any work was work, even if it wasn't particularly backbreaking. Though, Awamori was a traditional man. Still, the little "trick" was worth more than two whole Zeni. As the vanilla ice cream cone floated to his hand he clasp his fingers around it, placing ten Zeni on the counter top. "A bit extra, for the show and all. Interesting trick there. I don't see any strings, so I'm assuming you have quite a powerful mind to be capable of doing all that."
He took a taste of the vanilla flavored dessert. It wasn't bad, but it also wasn't great either. It was a simple flavor but got the job done in satiating his slight sweet tooth. He'd pause before continuing. "It seems like that'd be a useful little technique in the tournament if you are using your mind. Hopefully it fares will against some of these alien monstrosities that are bound to show up." He gave a slight glance upwards to the sky, bright and blue, without a single cloud in it. The weather was warm, but calm and not overbearing. He'd look back towards Garment then. "I supposed if we're going to open our borders to some hostility, I'd like to see an actual citizen of Earth-2 take first place. Hopefully you do well, son."
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Post by Garment on Sept 12, 2017 17:02:34 GMT -5
Garment nodded to Awamori as he hoped his move would work well to stop the alien invaders. Garment nodded to him, "Well I got to train more cause my powers while there powerful I think they need work." Garment mused as he looked at the old man. "I need to get strong you know cause my physical strength is linked to my psychic strength along with my mental strength." Garment said as the man tasted the ice cream. He was wondering how he would like it. if he didn't maybe he'd ask for his money back. Thoughts race through his head as the man didn't really seem to hate it. He wiped the sweat off his face thank god he liked it. Garment looked up as the man seemed to be looking at the clouds before Awamori addressed him again. He told him he hoped he'd win for the earth as Garment nodded, "I'll try but I can't make any promises. I can only do so much so it gonna take the effort of all of earth's strongest to win this tournament but we can show em." Garment gave a Thumps up to Awamori. Then it clicked in his head. Who even was this guy? He seemed to be dressed quite well and he seemed to have an idea he was using ki. Ki was not super rare but rare enough he'd assume the snobby rich guy would know nothing about it. "If I may ask. Who are you anyway?" Garment said with a puzzled look on his face.
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Post by Awamori on Sept 14, 2017 16:37:20 GMT -5
"Hm? Who am I? My name is Awamori Shochu, retired high ranking official in Earth-2's Royal Military. Very recently retired." He'd take another taste of the ice cream, contemplating a bit on everything the young man had said. It truly would be a big effort for those citizens of Earth-2 to win in this tournament. As far as his scouts had told him, and with all his years invested in the military, there were frighteningly powerful aliens out there, capable of manipulating their strength at will and all through use of this... ki. One's own life forced used as a weapon. "Well, I'm hoping you can do your best, anyway. The Universe is vast, and in my experience there are beings capable of rendering your little psychic trick here completely useless." His voice was deep, monotone in nature but in no way meant to be a threat. If anything he was warning the boy that he could possibly be way in over his head.
Perhaps he'd lend the young man a hand in his journey, some more helpful advice. "I'm not entirely too sure when this tournament will start, to be honest, but there are two very respectable martial arts schools that I would look into to further your... gift. The Turtle School in the South and The Crane School in the North. Both seem to be willing to train those who are willing to put in the work, as far as I have been told. Either should prove to help you hone your skills." He'd take another taste of the vanilla treat, done with the ice cream portion. Now all that was left was the cone itself. "Or you can simply train yourself. All up you. Though again, who knows how well any of that will help. Won't know until you try. Hopefully none of these aliens gets the wrong idea and sees Earth-2 as a suitable target for their own personal gain, hm?"
He'd take a bite out of the cone then, munching on it and swallowing that part down. The tournament was foolish indeed. There was no force on Earth-2 capable of stopping whatever was out there, that was why he needed to react soon. His "meeting" was coming up soon, and from there he'd be on his way to getting the ultimate weapon to help protect the planet he loved so much.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2017 16:06:47 GMT -5
The Namekian hadn't been on Earth-2 for long, but he could already see what an interesting little jewel it was. Their culture was rich, if not baffling, their cuisine was enticing (even for one who had no need to eat), and the melting pot of species he'd bumped into and past (mostly into, he had no courtesy for weaklings) made him feel slightly less foreign but not by much. His senses couldn't pick up anything with worth; most of the beings around him were plagued with a laughably low battle energy, and it made him wonder how exactly this planet had gone for so long without some sort of invasion. The only rumors of powerful fighters he'd heard of were two masters of martial arts. He had no interest in seeking them out. On one hand, they would have offered quite a challenge. His own form was likely superior, so he wouldn't want training. On the other, he wondered if letting some of the fighters he'd meet here find them might offer him a better challenge down the road after they'd received some tutelage on how to make a proper fist. Ukule eventually had made his way from the city outskirts to a small town. Walking through the streets with his arms folded behind his back, this locale was certainly a lot more peaceful than the city he'd left not so long ago. He'd still yet to come across any of these earthlings with a respectable signature, though. Perhaps he was growing lazy after searching for yet another day, his mind occupied on Koto Daimao and that bastard son of his? Strolling past a pair at a small ''ice cream'' stand, he debated on purchasing some with the zeni he'd scraped up in the odd brawl or two when one of these cretins felt tough. He'd developed quite a taste for the stuff. He froze in his tracks as he began to pass them, his head turning slightly over his shoulder.
....."I'll try but I can't make any promises. I can only do so much so it gonna take the effort of all of earth's strongest to win this tournament but we can show em."Oh? Is that what was in the works, and why all the fighters were hiding away? Training up for some tournament, were they? Good to know. It sounded like the one serving up the frozen treats had been interested in participating as well. With an excited grin he could hardly hide, Ukule would turn on his heel. ''A tournament? Well, color me interested. Tell me something; where are these fighters hoping to participate? Or are you all going to play quick-draw in the ring with toy firearms?'' He'd fold his arms and laugh. Clearly, he didn't take Earthlings very seriously. He had his own motives to meet, and so far Earth-2 hadn't been bearing much fruit. He needed to test himself against worthy enemies, his fear of weakness poisoning him to the core. He had to get his vengeance on Koto Daimao, and every second he wasn't making progress was filling him with ire. He clearly hadn't witnessed the vendor's little mind magic.
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Post by Garment on Sept 18, 2017 17:36:34 GMT -5
"Awamori Shochu...." He blinked a couple of times. He was a famous name anyone who was of high authority in the military was a famous name so he keep in his excitement upon meeting him. This was not the time nor the place to scream out. The man explained from his experience there was many sun of powerful aliens. He nodded at Awamori, "I see there is a lot of people stronger than your right I have to do a lot of training. I have to become a lot more powerful." Garment nodded to the man as he explained all of this. if a Military man told him there were many powerful warriors in the universe. He would need to head to one of these schools and get some training. He made a good point though that they hoped aliens would not try and take over the planet. This was a tournament of peace, not a starter of war. He was about to say something before a green-skinned man walked forward. He blinked a few times he had never seen a nonhuman or demon so he didn't really know what he was. He had an odd look on his face as the man spoke.
He was curious what type of tournament they were going to have. Garment could not help but laugh. The man seemed to think they were using firearms. "You must be new around here. Well you see on this planet we can use ki so we fight in fist to fist combat. Some humans cannot use ki so they use firearms. It is a common mistake for those coming over don't worry. You must be hungry want some ice cream." Garment would smile looking at Ukule. The Green man kinda gave him the chills because he knew very little about his species or even what type he was in the first place. He still had to be kind though he had to get his money somehow.
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Post by Awamori on Sept 20, 2017 11:24:22 GMT -5
Awamori had finished up his ice cream cone, and before he could either agree or disagree with the young man another voice caught his attention. When he turned to face the source he was overcome with a feeling of anger. This here was no ordinary member of the Earth-2 civilization. No, this was an alien and he knew EXACTLY the type. The green skin tone, the antennae. This was a Namekian. His mind traced back to several pieces of information on his alien race. Some were peaceful, but those that were not were horribly violent in nature. This one didn't give off the vibe that he was the peace loving type at all. Awamori's eyes looked over the figure before stuffing his hands into his pockets.
He looked back over to Garment, offering a small nod to him. "I'm sure he's very well aware of how ki and fighting works. His kind are usual the warrior types. Strong and capable. Just the type of beings I was warning you about a bit earlier." He'd turn to face the Namekian, his hands still in his pockets. He kept a cool composure, never the type to allow his emotions to be seen so easily. Just the idea of this alien, and others of his kind, invading his home was driving him mad. It was true that most were here for the tournament, but some were not. This one was a clear indication of that. He paused for a moment before addressing him directly. "Namekian, am I correct? Long way from home, I'd say. Especially if you didn't know about the Tenkaichi Budokai, which is set to start fairly soon this year. I'm assuming you are enjoying the fact that our space borders have opened up."
Though he kept his cool fairly well, there was a hint of acid in his tone. Something that told this Namekian he didn't quite enjoy his presence.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2017 15:44:42 GMT -5
How cute. It seemed the ice cream vendor hadn't exactly taken his point across, what with him jabbing that Earthlings were weak and fragile. He'd even been offered some of the frozen treat and a nice little welcoming ''fresh-off-the-boat'' lecture about how Earthlings could use ki, and were planning on holding the tournament with fighters that could utilize it. Of course Ukule realized all of this; while before his arrival to the planet he was a complete and foreign stranger to the ways of this world, his odd bout or two with the mouthy little nuisances had shown him one or two out of many could indeed manipulate energy. Their potency was nothing to write home about, but they used strange techniques he'd never encountered before. He'd dismiss the kind offer of ice cream with a simple shake of his head and wave of his hand. Oh no; that wasn't what he was here for at all. A planet full of these strange people, and yet all they had to practice for their tournament was a rare shot at fighting someone who could actually throw energy back instead of a bullet. Maybe in his own way, he could nurture strength and a will to fight. The other human just by his dress and stern demeanor looked to be possible military. Even through the acid coming across in the man's tone, the Namekian would manage to push the insult to the back-burner. He began to wonder how intricate a relationship this planet's military shared with those who could harness ki. Someone who couldn't was completely unheard of on Planet Mazoku; before Koto Daimao's time they'd often toss the weaklings to the wildlife. Nowadays things weren't so simple. He'd nod to the older man, only now snapping out of his thoughts to realize he hadn't answered his question. ''That's right. Ukule, of Planet Mazoku. I knew of no such tournament, although thanks to your colleague there selling those delicious treats - ice cream was it called? You Earthlings do have a way with cuisine - I know of it now.'' The older Earthling then made a jab about Ukule enjoying the ''open space borders''. ''Mm. I wonder who made that call. This planet would be in some real trouble if the Saiya-jin came knocking. You've practically invited them in.'' He was blunt in his retort, but against the venom in the man's voice it'd probably irk him pretty good to hear that. ''So as far as this tournament goes, you have the luck of being the first promising Earthlings i've come across. I'd like to see how ready for this tournament you really are.''. He would place his rear leg back and sink into the signature Mazoku martial arts stance. One or both? It didn't matter. In the case he decided to stick around for this tournament as well, it'd be nice to gauge how an Earthling that was willing to enter fared in a fight. He kept the thought of his diminished power at the forefront of his thoughts; the Fission had done much to weaken his abilities, but every fight he found was a step on the long road of getting it back.
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Post by Garment on Sept 25, 2017 22:50:02 GMT -5
Garment looked at Awamori as he spoke and explained what Ukule was. Ukule was apart of a race known as namakians. He had never heard of them. Then again they were aliens so he supposed he was not supposed to know who they were. Aliens meant they were foreign after all. They didn't live on earth to them they were aliens. Regardless he could feel the tone of the Awamori. He really didn't like aliens huh? He shrugged it off, he understood how he felt sorta. The aliens could be dangerous to earth. They could also be a blessing. No one really knew until the something bad or good happened. Though it was all good to be cautious. Ukule also spoke talking a little about the saiyans. He barely had heard of them though he did know a little. He knew about those aliens They were a ruthless and powerful race of aliens that looked like humans. Then the Namakian asked for something completely off. He asked if they wanted to fight. Garment looked around seeing all the people watching them, "Uh...i mean I'd love to spar but not here and not now. We should meet up sometime but this is not the time or place. I think I'll see you two later." Garment turned and began to take his ice cream away and go head to the crane territory. He had money now so he could finally get some training. He would have to meet Ukule at another time and battle him. He would also have to thank Awamori another time.
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Post by Awamori on Sept 26, 2017 14:50:20 GMT -5
The mention of the infamous warrior race, the Saiyajin, caused Awamori's eyes to narrow. The Namekian was right. The were statistically worse overall, as far as who had the potential to be the most dangerous aliens to arrive on the planet. Though, it appeared that the Namekian wanted to test the two of them in combat. It caused a single brow to arc upwards in surprise. Was Ukule serious? He almost laughed, though with Garment taking his leave it left Awamori all alone. He'd offer a slight nod to the Namekian in response. "I don't mean to get your hopes up, Namekian but I'm not entering the tournament. There are others are more suited to this sort of thing in comparison to me, and morally I'm opposed to the concept of opening up our borders like this, inviting disaster to come and wreak havoc on our planet." He shrugged a bit after, as if literally shrugging off anything he had just admitted. "Though if you want to give it a go in a friendly show of strength we can. There's a small sumo style ring over this way." He'd shoot a thumb behind him, pointing towards the park that was in that direction. "It'll be out of the way from the general public. I don't believe your kind just begins brawling in the middle of places where people are trying to relax, so don't think you can do it here."
He turned his back on Ukule, facing the direction he had pointed to previously before turning to look over his shoulder at him. "Just make sure you don't put anyone else in danger, regardless. It's a situation the both of us would benefit very much from avoiding." He'd turn his attention away from Ukule then, making his way into the park. Should the Namekian follow suit they'd make their way to the place of their first battle.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2017 14:49:54 GMT -5
Well, things had certainly taken an unexpected turn. Ukule had postured himself and gotten ready to fight; civilians were of no concern to him. Back on his home-world, battle was respected. If you weren't going to observe, you went somewhere else. It seemed these Earthlings were very different based on the responses he'd received from the pair. The first, the one who had been speaking of the tournament, had decided he wasn't quite ready to fight. Disappointing, but the Namekian couldn't claim he was surprised. These creatures seemed a timid and fragile lot, so he'd let the coward scurry away and leave his trail of shame behind him! The other, more fancy dressed one seemed taken aback and judgmental at the Namekian's choice of battleground. While he didn't decline, he did suggest a different location away from the general public stating it would be to both of their benefit. He verbally watered down his own skills as a fighter, but still claimed to be up to the challenge. Now that was strange. Most of these Earthlings he'd fought against couldn't stop talking about how proficient they were, or about the potency of the limited energy they could wield. Meeting one that could actually turn out to be modest came as somewhat of a shock. Dropping his posture, he'd flit his eyes around searching for the mentioned ring. Folding his arms behind his back and standing up straight showing some form of practiced discipline, the Mazoku nodded. ''After you, then. What a shame your associate wouldn't step up to the opportunity of some combat experience.'' He would silently follow along after the Earthling. After the shameful display of his associate, Ukule was hoping for a good bout with this stranger. Judging by outfit, maybe he served some important role here. A police force maybe? His figure radiated a certain kind of authority. Maybe the Namekian would find out through this fight.
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