Chero
Low Class Poster
Hunting
Posts: 4
Race: Namekian
Dice: 3d20
EXP: 0
Zeni: 100
HP: 300
SP: 0
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Post by Chero on Nov 24, 2018 21:07:30 GMT -5
The ragged junk heap that had transported Chero from Mazoku to Earth set down at one of the planets most utilized space ports. The crew of smugglers and teamsters had informed Chero early in the trip that West City was a wondrous marvel of riches and technology that couldn't be found anywhere else upon the blue planet. They had also warned him that Earth-2 behaved in a very civil and peaceful manner when compared to Mazoku. Cursed with images of gentle weaklings and benevolence abound during the long trip Chero already thought of Earth with a distasteful sting, so now that he had arrived it was time for Chero to learn for himself. Dressed in his robes and enforcers cloak Chero descended the ramp of the junkers cargo bay, humble bag of possessions slung over his left shoulder. All around dock workers, load masters, and teamsters rushed to unload the old cargo ship of it's goods. Wisely the assembled workers gave Chero a wide birth while he departed the spacecraft. Strolling through the docks, Chero actively bypassed lines and check-in stations as he searched for a exit into the streets of West City. After a few minutes of wandering the Mazoku enforcer leaped upon the roof of a concession's stand, and made a second higher leap towards the dock's outlaying wall. Reaching out to grip the wall's edge with one arm Chero grabbed hold, planted his feet against the rough brick, and kicked off the hard surface into a mighty flip. Somersaulting over the lip of the great brick divider, Chero calmly fell the forty feet to the street outside. Landing lightly with nothing more than slightly bent knees to hint at strain, Chero shuffled away from the docks to get his first ground level view of West City. Looming across the horizon like the broken rib cage of a long defeated foe, mighty towers dotted the massive cities skyline. The light blue sky was bustling with hundreds of tiny flying crafts, and thousands of humans could already be seen walking the city streets. A sadistic grin came to light across Chero's features as he gazed out upon West City, ideas already begining to buzz through the Mazoku's mind about his temporary new home.
HP: 300/300 Dice: 3d20 GP: 6/6
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Awamori
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 72
Race: Human
Dice: 2d49
EXP: 3,800
Zeni: 4,085
HP: 490
SP: 768
Transformations:
Power UP!! (+d10)
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Post by Awamori on Nov 27, 2018 21:51:37 GMT -5
It had been a few months since the end of the Tenkaichi Budokai and since Awamori last saw that ominous figure make their presence known during the awards ceremony. A Namekian, he was able to confirm, after looking back at the televised footage and up close photos. Even with part of his face covered, Awamori knew. He had various intel on most alien life forms, alien to Earth-2 that was. What piqued his interest most was the mention of the Dragon Balls and the power they held. Apparently the Namekian man swiped only the one from the tournament, and there were several others out there for grabs. Collecting all of them would grant someone a wish, or something to that effect. Was it true? Or was the alien just completely mad? He didn't seem very much in the right state of mind, though he had quite the plan hatched out.
In any case, Awamori had found himself in West City, looking over some files on his Capsule Pad. Important documents, files, photos, the sort of thing an ex-military commander surrounded himself with in hopes of protecting Earth-2 with his own private military force. He sat on a bench in the park area, not too far off from the docks and main strip themselves. He was an older looking gentlemen, but with some youth still left in him, dressed in an expensive suit, sans a tie as usual. He was fully focused on whatever files he was skimming through, taking his time to go through them one by one.
News articles were still abuzz talking about the weird creature that stole Earth-2's relic after the tournament, trying to understand why this was happening and what was the future of Earth-2's safety. King Tsuno regularly assured everyone that all would be well and peace on Earth-2 would remain. Awamori felt it was a long shot. He was, in a way, hoping something would happen to counter act the King's promises, due to the simple fact that he was against opening up the intergalactic borders for the planet altogether. And now, another ship had just arrived hauling in a new swarm of aliens, whether for trade or residence, Awamori didn't know. He looked up from his reading to see the several beings shuffle off.
One of them seemed to break off from the crowd, leaping onto and over buildings with ease. A curious look was given to them as Awamori stood from his seat, tucking the pad under his arm and followed behind silently. It wasn't until the alien had landed that Awamori took position behind him, keeping several feet between them. "Quite the acrobatic display, my friend. It's not every day you see men leap tall buildings in a single bound, unless this was a few months ago at the Tenkaichi Budokai. All the amazing fighters and powerful beings seemed to have left since then."
2d45 // 450 HP // 1,800 EXP
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Chero
Low Class Poster
Hunting
Posts: 4
Race: Namekian
Dice: 3d20
EXP: 0
Zeni: 100
HP: 300
SP: 0
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Post by Chero on Dec 1, 2018 21:36:38 GMT -5
Free from the stifling confines of the spaceport docks, Chero took in the unhindered wonders of West City. Looming towers of construction and technological marvels were plain to see, as well as abundant in number. Already Earth-2 was vastly different than planet Mazoku. The Mazoku clans didn't abhor technology, but such hand crafted wonders were less common place upon Chero's home planet. Even with hearts dripping evil Mazoku were one with the natural order of their planet, a certain brutal strength could be found in survival off the land and braving harsh environment. These Earthlings clearly didn't agree. Passing by a small park, the only shrine to the natural order of things Chero could see within the city; a voice spoke out from behind the Mazoku. "The building wasn't so tall. Plus I suspect you yourself could have made the leap easily." Chero replied without turning towards the stranger. In fact Chero made no movement yet, so as to learn more about who would dare confront him. "Not sure what a Tenkaichi Budokai is. Yet if all the strong warriors had gathered for it, I should have come to Earth sooner." Chero added with a confident lull in his voice. Whomever the stranger was they had approached without Chero noticing. Whether the Mazoku had been sloppy whilst taking in the city or the foe was powerful Chero couldn't discern for sure. Releasing his grip upon his humble luggage, Chero's bag fell to the pavement with a soft flop. Turning slowly to face this possible threat Chero grinned with a mouth full of fangs as he took in the sight of a older human dressed in finery. "Tell me stranger, what business is it of yours how I choose to travel through this domain?" Chero asked calmly, a experienced fight would notice that Chero kept his arms loose and ready at his sides.
HP: 300/300 Dice: 3d20 GP: 6/6 Awamori
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Awamori
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 72
Race: Human
Dice: 2d49
EXP: 3,800
Zeni: 4,085
HP: 490
SP: 768
Transformations:
Power UP!! (+d10)
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Post by Awamori on Dec 7, 2018 21:35:31 GMT -5
When the being turned to face him, Awamori could tell faintly what and who he was. His skin tone was more visible to him now, as well as the tell tale features of his face. He had seen quite a few Namekians on Earth-2, even fighting one himself a few months ago. This would be the third, to be exact. Awamori couldn't help but crack a slight smirk at the Namekians comments. Awamori was no where near capable of leaping atop or over a building of any height. He was not gifted in such things. It's why he was a guru in weaponry and tactics, a skill he had worked hard to perfect while a part of Earth-2's Royal Military. "It is of no business of mine. I'm a simple Earthling, with a power much weaker than yours, my friend. Should you choose to, you would make quick work of someone such as myself."
He moved that electronic pad from under his arm and hit a small button on the top of it. In a small cloud of smoke it transformed into a HoiPoi Capsule, a trademark of Capsule Corporation. The small capsule marked with a number on it was tucked into his pocket. "However, there are others that would be quite capable. The Tenkaichi Budokai is a tournament, a world tournament of sorts and somewhat of a... tradition, you could say. This year's tournament actually invited aliens from all over the Universe, opening our planet's borders for the first time since it was colonized." He rubbed his beard a bit with one hand, continuing to eye the Namekian in front of him. "And as I was saying, it's no business of mine as to what business you have. However, the man who won the tournament happens to be from this planet, and I'd hazard to guess if you made trouble he would make it HIS business."
Awamori kept a smirk on his face, taking one step forward to close the gap between them. "I, myself, am not much of a fighter. I suppose that is my true weakness. Seeing as your reason for being here is no concern of mine, I am quite taken aback at the amount of your kind I have seen on his planet. Why, you'd be... the third as a matter of fact. One of them showed up at the end of the tournament and stole a very precious heirloom belonging to this planet."
He took another step forward, careful not to spook the alien or make him feel threatened, so his hands remained in his pockets. "Now, perhaps you can fill me in as to why a Namekian would come and steal a relic like a Dragon Ball, hm? Maybe it's you who did it and you're just playing my bluff? After all, they had a mask over their face but I could tell who and what they were. Or, perhaps he's a friend of yours?" Though his tone was a bit harsher, the smirk never faded and Awamori attempted to maintain a cool composure as to not agitate the Namekian.
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