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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Dec 11, 2016 18:34:26 GMT
(Thread PL: 216,945) (Using Level 3 Shop) Beryl RoarkeRaisu Hanamura was once again minding his shop, sitting behind the counter, half watching the door. Over the past year since he'd inherited it from Tsu Kini, the young halfblood had really grown into the business of tea. Hell, he thought, at this point Raisu might know more about tea than he did fighting. And that was saying something. Raisu knew black teas, green teas, and teas so exotic, most people would doubt their existence. Maybe this was his calling: being some sort of tea connoisseur instead of a fighter. The redhead was certainly making steady progress in that regard. Raisu was even drinking it right at this very moment. A nice, simple, black tea. Raisu took a sip and the warm brew flowed down his throat, parching it. Letting out a pleased sigh, the hybrid set his cup aside and went back to his latest tedious task: fiddling with that strange piece of technology called a scouter. He'd bought this from a Capsule Corp store about a year or so back, but he'd never really used it except to enter the contact information he'd gathered. Though he'd never really worn it, the hybrid still maintained it, cleaning it, making sure it worked. Far be it from him to let this thing fall into disrepair because he was lazy. And besides, it kept him busy. Today was a slow day for the tea shop, as most days were. He had a few regulars, but most people bought their tea from super markets or general stores these days. The need for a specialized tea shop had fallen by the wayside. Though Raisu did not mind. He enjoyed the relatively calm work the shop provided. It was almost meditative. And besides, Raisu had more than a few good memories here. It was his comfort zone. And memories were all any one really had. Still, he wished it was a little more exciting. It was a far cry from his previous high flying adventures and world shaking battles. Sometimes, he wished things were just a touch more exciting around this place. And perhaps he might get his wish. There were plenty of surprises in this world, this galaxy.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 12, 2016 0:56:09 GMT
PL -- 278,171; 6,397,933 [x23] “So, Mister Roarke. How has your recovery gone?” “I am feeling much better than I did before, Tagot.” “I still can’t believe that you’re actually alive. This really is you, right?” “Yes, Tagot. This is actually me.” Beryl entered the antiquated tea shop, cell phone in hand. He glanced around; the place was homey and welcoming, and there appeared to be someone already inside. Beryl glanced at the male momentarily, his eyes naturally trailing to the scouter the brown-haired hybrid was fumbling with. “Anyways, Mister Roarke. Is it appropriate for me to contact everyone to say that the Galactic Patrol is ready to be active once more?” “Yes, it is,” Beryl replied, moving to take a seat at one of the vacant tables. “Right now, the Galactic Patrol doesn’t have any other active members other than me, correct?” “That is right; you’re the only one. Everyone thought that you had died and with your presumed death, there was no available leadership available in the Galactic Patrol. Plus, everyone was so … sad; it all just went downhill from there,” Tagot said. “I apologize for that. It wasn’t my intention to have everyone worried. Just … a lot happened,” Beryl explained. “No shit it wasn’t your intention! You battled and defeated an entire fucking galactic army by yourself!” Tagot exclaimed, his voice rising so loud that Raisu would be able to hear if he was listening. Beryl fell silent for a second. “... I still don’t know how I managed to do it, but … no complaints here.” “Because you’re amazing, that’s why! And you wonder why we specifically asked YOU to be the leader! Anyways, I’ll fill you in on more details in a few hours. I’ll let you go for now. I’ll talk to you later, Boss. I’m so glad that you’re alright.” “Thanks, Tagot. I’m glad you’re fine as well. I’ll see you later.” Then, Beryl hung up. He closed his eyes and rubbed his cheek. A golden badge was pinned to his shirt -- one that was in the shape of the Galactic Patrol’s symbol with a fancy crown perched on top of it. He then rose his head while looking towards Raisu. “Excuse me. Um, do you work here?” Raisu Hanamura
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Dec 12, 2016 3:10:00 GMT
The red-haired halfblood's head snapped upwards as he felt a presence enter his store. That, and well, it was kind of hard to miss it when someone walked right through the front door. What was even harder to miss, well, was the insane power of the man who had just walked into his store. Raisu had to blink and do a double take as the man strode through his store. The man's power hit him like a truck. And here, Raisu thought he knew all the powerful people on Earth. Perhaps the world was still full of surprises, after all.
Raisu's eyes tracked the man as he made his way through the store. It seemed as if the man was wrapped up in some kind of intense conversation. The crimson haired hybrid even caught a whiff of it; if the man on the phone was not prone to hyperbole, it seemed that this guy was the real deal. An entire army by himself? Shit, thought Raisu, and here he thought that he himself had once been hot stuff. Now, it was pretty obvious to him that he was streets behind some of the people in this world. The powerful aura of this customer was more than enough to prove that point.
The man took a seat at one of the tables the store had set-up. Raisu slowly set the scouter aside, and watched the man with focused intent. The dark-skinned male seemed tired as he ended his call; that, or stressed. Raisu looked him up and down, trying to gauge him more appropriately. Aside from the pin on his shirt, a strange symbol that Raisu did not recognize, he seemed utterly unremarkable. Though his power proved otherwise. Some small part of Raisu was wary: usually, people of great strength brought trouble. But the greater part of his being was thoroughly intrigued. Chance had brought in quite the interesting customer.
The man addressed Raisu, asking if he worked here. Quickly, Raisu hopped to his feet and nodded. "Yeah, I do," he said to the man, "Well, actually, I'm the owner, believe it or not."
He stepped out from around the counter, grabbing one of his menus as he moved, and approached the man, his brown Saiyan tail unfurling and bouncing along behind him. Raisu offered the man a small bow as he approached, long and spiked red hair falling into his face as he did so. When he reached the table, he held the menu out to the man and gave a wide smile. "Welcome," he said, "To Tsu's Teas. Why don't you give our menu a look and see if anything catches your eye?"
Raisu paused a moment and looked more closely at the man, quite noticeably really eyeing up that fancy pin of his. Getting a closer look, Raisu could now see that it was some sort of crown-like design. Nice, thought Raisu, maybe this guy worked for some high end company or the government. It would explain the kind of power he wielded if he was employed with some important agency.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 15, 2016 8:14:12 GMT
Even though Beryl was preoccupied with the phone call as he entered the quaint tea shop, he did notice Raisu doing a double-take at him. The first look was expected; the entire tea shop was empty, save for Raisu, and Raisu was taking a moment to see who had come in. However, the second look was for a different reason in Beryl’s eyes. He knew that there were many individuals sensitive to ki, and since he couldn’t suppress his own ki due to being unable to manipulate his ki, he often got many frightened and shocked looks and stares from those who could sense ki. Of course, he didn’t exactly know if the hybrid could sense ki or not, but he surmised from the red-head’s startled look that he could. It turned out that whoever the guy was, he was the owner of the shop. Beryl nodded in understanding as he continued to look around. The place was nice and cozy albeit it seemed a little old and vacant. Still, it was always places like these that had the best food, drinks and service. As the owner approached with menus, Beryl noticed the long, furred tail trailing behind the owner. So, the owner was either a Saiyan or half-Saiyan; either or, Beryl didn’t have an issue. Raisu would be also be able to see that Beryl was wrapped up in white, medical bandages around his arms and parts of his necks; there was even a bandage or two on Beryl’s face. There were several more bandages that Raisu couldn’t see as well. “Ah, thank you,” Beryl replied as he grabbed one of the menus and began to look it over. “Do you have any recommendations for me if I want something on the sweet side?” Beryl wasn’t too knowledgeable about teas, so he figured that asking the owner for suggestions was the way to go. “I also apologize about my phone call. I didn’t mean to be disruptive.” The dark-skinned human looked around the tea shop and hummed; a small smile came across his lips. “I’d rather not ruin the calming atmosphere in here.” There was a pause. “So, how did you manage to get this place? Did you buy it yourself or …?” Raisu Hanamura
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Dec 15, 2016 13:59:18 GMT
It was now that Raisu had actually noticed the bandages on the man. How had he missed it before? There were even some of his face. The hybrid put it down to the sheer shock of the man's power hitting him head up. It was like he'd been gobsmacked at first, so hard that some of the details had escaped him. Briefly, Raisu's mind wandered to how that man had gotten those. From some intense battle no doubt. That had to be it. There was no way someone that strong could have gotten bandages from anything less. People of that caliber did not bandage themselves up because they tripped walking down the sidewalk. The man asked for recommendations. Something on the sweet side... Raisu hummed to himself for a moment, and then a certain brew boiled over in his mind. "You know," said Raisu, "I've got a red tea that falls on the sweet side. Fruity, too. If that sounds good, I can get some going. We've some baked sweets as well, if you're looking for something with a little substance behind it." There he went. Raisu had learned a thing or two about business over the past year. Sometimes, you just had to put stuff out there for a customer. The man apologized for the phone call, but Raisu shook his head, trying to re-assure the man. "No, don't worry," enthused Raisu, "You're fine. It's been slow anyways, so you're not disturbing anything." And then the man asked after how Raisu had acquired the tea shop. A fair question, Raisu supposed. The hybrid had to admit, he did not look like someone who would own a tea shop. The young hybrid looked like anything but with his wild red hair and admittedly flamboyant taste in clothes. Raisu himself thought he was not the type. If he'd been asked two years ago if he thought he'd be running a tea shop at twenty years old, he would have said 'no'. But sometimes fate is funny. "Uh," muttered Raisu, "Well, I inherited the place. From my old martial arts teacher, you see. I was the closest thing to family she had at the end, you see." Raisu sighed, the slightest edge of sadness on his breath. "It's kind of funny," he continued, "When I was a kid, I had my first martial arts lessons in the house above the store. Never thought I'd own the place."
Beryl Roarke
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 15, 2016 20:35:39 GMT
“Red tea? That sounds tasty actually. I’ll try some red tea then. Also, if you have any kind of cookies or anything like that, I’ll take some of those too -- cinnamon, sugar and chocolate if possible.” With that, Beryl handed the menu back for Raisu to take. He was glad that the phone call didn’t piss Raisu off; the last thing Beryl needed was for Raisu to spit in his tea or something. Beryl really needed to tell Tagot not to yell so much over the phone … Raisu went on to explain on how he inherited the shop from his martial arts teacher, causing Beryl to lift his eyebrows in interest. “Ah, I suppose that explains the shop’s style. So, you are a martial artist? What style of martial arts are you trained in if I may ask?” The Galactic Patrol leader then leaned forward onto the table, resting his left elbow on it. “Although I don’t look like it, I practice martial arts myself. I’m actually about to open my own martial arts school,” Beryl explained. “Well, it’s not so much a physical location, but I’ll be offering martial arts classes to anyone who desires them -- regardless of their skill level or experience. However, considering you’ve been practicing martial arts since you were a kid, I believe it’s safe to say that you’re more experienced than I am. I have only been doing it for around three years.” Beryl had no clue what Raisu’s power was, but if he had been training for that long, it was safe to say that Raisu was pretty damn strong. “It’s interesting how prevalent martial arts has become on Earth, and it’s even more startling seeing just how powerful some individuals are,” the dark-skinned human commented, tracing his fingers along the bandages on his right arm. “It often makes me worried about the planet’s and the galaxy’s safety whenever people get to the point where they can literally destroy planets if they want to.” A pause. “But so far, things seem to be under control … on Earth at least.” Raisu Hanamura
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Dec 16, 2016 14:43:42 GMT
So the man wanted some of the red tea, and some cookies as well. Raisu nodded, and held up a finger to excuse himself for just a moment. With that, he turned himself towards the little kitchen in the back. "One cup of red tea and a tray of cookies! The sweet kind!" Called out Raisu to the back. And in the back, Raisu's old training bot would whir to life and set to work. The hybrid had repurposed the militaristic drone for use around the shop. It could be a little... rough at times, but surprisingly, it was capable of the more fine motor movements necessary to cook and brew. It was amazing what one could do with a basic programming tutorial from the web. Now, he turned back to face his customer who was now asking questions about Raisu's martial arts. "Well," he said, "I was never given a name for the style. My teacher never mentioned it, so I'm gonna say it might not have one. A lot of the training was more focused on ki manipulation anyways, and I like to think I got pretty good at that."Raisu listened intently as the man began to explain that he was opening his own martial arts school, despite appearances. Raisu nodded politely, grinning as the man explained. Raisu could believe. This guy was strong, insanely so. And whatever this guy said about appearances, Raisu had learned over the past year and a half not to judge a book by its cover. Such foolishness often ended with someone getting tossed about like a doll in this world. In a world where even small children could get to the level of destroying planets, it was best not to judge anyone too quickly. "I dunno about that. You seem pretty strong to me," said Raisu, hinting that he could at least sense the true depths of the man's power. The man might only have three years of experience, but he had such absurd power. And, despite what many thought, oftentimes raw power could beat out experience. Raisu had learned that lesson on the road, too. When he first started, Raisu had thought he was pretty good. Now, though, he knew that was far from the truth. Funny how perspectives change. What the man said was true: the martial arts were more prevalent than ever before. It felt like everyone he met was a powerful fighter in the making. It was interesting, but also disconcerting. It was as the bandaged man said: when so many people could destroy planets, it was hard not to be concerned for the planet's safety. "I know what you mean," said the red haired hybrid, "It really is scary. I, uh, trained to fight against those kind of people myself, but I stopped a while ago. I couldn't keep up, really, no matter how strong I got."
Beryl Roarke
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 16, 2016 22:21:35 GMT
It was interesting to see the repurposed military drone make tea and bake cookies to say the least. As Raisu continued to speak, Beryl peered in the back to watch the robot work its culinary magic. “Ah, ki manipulation, huh? That’s an excellent talent to have,” Beryl noted. “It’s something that I cannot do myself, no matter how much I have trained. Ultimately, I think it’s something that I’m simply unable to do.” He then shrugged his shoulders. “It was hard to get over at first, but I think I have adjusted well.” His dark-colored eyes momentarily shifted to glance at the tea shop’s entrance. “I figured that you were able to sense ki; when I first walked in, I noticed you do a double-take at me. I do appreciate the compliment. I’d like to tell you something though.” With that, Beryl leaned forward, both of his arms resting on the table. “I was in the same situation as you; no matter how much I trained, I felt like I couldn’t keep up with everyone else. I also wanted to give up, but … due to my determination or stubbornness, however you want to put it, I kept training and training. Then, the gains showed up themselves, and it wasn’t a minor gain. It literally felt like an enormous amount of power became unlocked and able to be instantly be used. It’s a feeling that I cannot describe with words,” Beryl stated, maintaining eye contact with Raisu. “Judging from your tail, you’re either a full-blooded Saiyan or at least half. You have advantages over me: a human, whenever it comes to fighting. Saiyans are natural-born warriors and can grow in strength rapidly, especially if they manage to survive near-death injuries.” He was familiar with the Saiyan Zenkai although he had not witnessed it himself in person. “I think as long as you remain persistent and dedicated to your training, you too will finally unlock your potential. You sound like you have a lot of talent; I’d hate to see it wasted.” There was a pause. “Have you heard of the Super Saiyan transformation by any chance? If so, are you capable of transforming into one?” Raisu Hanamura
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Dec 17, 2016 18:29:25 GMT
Raisu nodded. It was a useful skill. Hell, it had even saved his life a handful of times. Of course, his life was brought into risk because of his ability to manipulate ki. If he could not, Raisu would never have found himself in such situations. A double edged sword, really. And one that apparently his customer could not wield. Though, apparently he was acutely aware of ki and he'd noticed Raisu staring when he had entered the store. Raisu started and his cheeks turned the slightest shade of red. "Oh," he mumbled, "Sorry, didn't mean to stare. It just took me by surprise. You're strong. Like, really strong. One of the strongest I've ever seen."The man spoke more, of his own struggles with his training. Apparently he'd once been like Raisu, training hard and for what? To still be behind everyone. Raisu knew that feeling. He knew too damn well. But apparently the difference between them was that Raisu had given up, and his customer had kept on going. If what the man said was true, determination went a long way. The thing was, though, Raisu tried so hard. Who could say he did not have determination? It seemed as if he and the man were made from different stuff, though. This man had clearly found the fruits of his labor. Raisu on the other hand? Well, it was obvious to him that he was still far from it. Raisu frowned and played with the single braid that often fell in his face. A nervous habit of his. "Half-Saiyan, yes," muttered Raisu, "Though I don't think it matters much. I don't feel like I get much stronger."The man mentioned Raisu's potential. Yeah, well, lots of people had said that to him. It doesn't mean he had it. Raisu had tried hard. But somethings just remained beyond his reach. Like the Super Saiyan form that his customer had just mentioned. Raisu shook his head slowly. "Thanks for the compliments," he said, "But I think you're a little off base. And no, I can't become a Super Saiyan. I actually tried really hard to become one, but uh, I guess it's not that simple. Or, you know, not everyone can become one."Raisu sighed. Looking over his shoulder, he looked back at his droid. Things seemed to be going well in the kitchen, he noted as he turned his gaze back on the man. "So, lemme ask you a question, if you don't mind: what exactly do you do with all your power? You talked about potential. A guy strong as you must be involved in some intense stuff."Beryl Roarke
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 19, 2016 3:17:46 GMT
"You're too kind," Beryl claimed with a smile and a short laugh as Raisu claimed that he was one of the strongest people that he had ever met. In reality, Beryl probably was one of the strongest human beings in the universe; it was very rare to see someone like him wield so much power. If he was a Saiyan or an Arcosian or even a Hybrid, it'd be more expected. However, he was none of those; he was pure human -- a race that many wrote off as weak and fragile. Just as Beryl expected, Raisu did have some Saiyan in him; he wasn't a full Saiyan, and Beryl assumed so due to his calm demeanor. Not every Saiyan was a savage or a brute, but they tended to be more gruff, energetic and easy to anger than hybrids. Raisu didn't exactly agree with Beryl on the terms that Saiyans and Saiyan-Hybrids typically were able to become stronger faster than usual. Raisu claimed that he had trained very hard to become a Super Saiyan but to no avail. While there were several Saiyans that were able to become Super Saiyans, it wasn't a transformation that every Saiyan could do and to accomplish it, it took more than massive amounts of training. The Saiyan in question had to reach a breaking point -- something in them had to completely shatter the natural limiters on their body thus granting them access to the Super Saiyan transformation. "While not everyone can become one, that does not mean that you won't be able to. I know I just met you, and I do not wish to offend you, but I truthfully believe that if you keep at it, you will achieve it," Beryl said. "... Hmm. You know, I wasn't always this strong. Martial arts was merely a hobby for me at first. Even as I got stronger and stronger, it was merely as a way for me to stay healthy and to be able to defend myself. I'm a researcher, specializing in ki and its applications. I also do other types of research on the side -- whether it's mechanical, medical, that sort of stuff," Beryl explained. "However, once I got to a certain level of power, I was contacted by galactic authorities; they wanted me to be the leader of the newly revived Galactic Patrol. I never expected an offer like that, but ... I accepted. I figured that I could help do what I can to make the galaxy a safer place to be. I can't say I ever expected to be involved in intergalactic law, but here I am. At least I'm still able to do my research though." Beryl rubbed his cheek. "But yes, I lead the Galactic Patrol if you've ever heard of them. My name's Beryl by the way." He then blinked a couple of times, quickly changing subjects. "But yes, let me just say that if someone like me can reach the level of power I'm at, then you can definitely do it too." Raisu Hanamura
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Dec 20, 2016 14:10:43 GMT
The man smiled, and Raisu was set as ease. He'd not offended the man, which was all well and good, because truly offending the man could easily lead to his existence and shop being erased from the very face of the Earth. Not that the halfblood thought his guest would do that; no, the man seemed kind enough despite the limited time that he spent with the man. Then again, a certain doctor had seemed nice enough until he began slaughtering people out of nowhere... Raisu shook his head and almost reflexively cracked the joints in his thumbs, clenching his fists together as he remembered. Though, the man did seem genuine. He even offered Raisu some encouragement, that Raisu could become a Super Saiyan and join the illustrious and gilded ranks of such legendary warriors. Well, Raisu appreciated the compliment, but Raisu knew that the man's faith was misplaced. Cornatto had said the same thing, and while Cornatto had said much the same, Raisu was far from thinking he could become one. Though, at least he'd tried. That's what counted, right? At the end of the day, Raisu could take some comfort in knowing that he'd given it his all. It did not take away the sting, though. "I appreciate the vote of confidence," said Raisu with a sigh and nothing else. It was best just to let the man keep talking. And so he did, telling Raisu a bit of his story. For someone whose martial arts experience started out as a hobby, the man was truly at an insane level. But his mention of researching ki really grabbed Raisu for a moment. Hadn't the man said only a few moments ago that he could not use ki? Raisu supposed that you did not have to have the capacity for something to be able to research it; Raisu could not build a spaceship, but he could go on the net and look up how they were made. However, it sounded as if this man was doing far more important research. Indeed, he must come from a whole other echelon. Especially if he was the leader of the Galactic Patrol. Raisu had heard of the Galactic Patrol in passing. But to find the leader of it in his shop, that was something. All these chance encounters as of late, he thought, perhaps the world was a lot smaller than he thought. Raisu tilted his head ever so slightly in curiosity and surprise. The man turned the conversation back on Raisu, once again suggesting his abilities might one day match the man's own. This 'Beryl' character sure was modest. "Nice to meet you, Beryl," said the halfblood, a tone of respect in his voice, "My name is Raisu Hanamura."Raisu offered the man a small bow, hands folded in front of him. As he returned to standing, Raisu stared at Beryl for a short moment before breaking his gaze: he did not want to stare again. "So," continued the hybrid, "The Galactic Patrol, huh? Sounds impressive. You guys must really be something."Raisu looked at him expectantly, while visions flashed in the back of his mind. The Galactic Patrol... Once upon time, Raisu might have thrown himself at an organization. Hell, he still might. There was a certain... appeal to the idea of keeping the galactic peace. Beryl Roarke
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 21, 2016 0:31:21 GMT
Raisu Hanamura. Beryl committed the name to memory and returned the bow with a respectful nod of his own. The talk of the Galactic Patrol piqued Raisu’s interest, and Beryl had no issue with describing more about the elite organization. He actually was actively scouting for recruits who wanted to join the Galactic Patrol; after all, the galaxy was an enormous place, and he couldn’t be expected to police and protect the whole thing on his own. “Ah, well -- the Galactic Patrol had been inactive for a long while; then, numerous planetary nations came together in an attempt to bring the Galactic Patrol back to life. The only issue was that they didn’t have someone who could lead it. That’s where I got contacted for the position,” Beryl started. “Since its revival about a year ago, I’ve been doing what I could to recruit and make sure that the Galactic Patrol was running smoothly. I was actually surprised about how quickly we were growing, and we were going to launch an operation to stop the SSE directly on their own home planet: Vegeta. However …” Beryl paused, not knowing it was best to disclose the reasoning behind his sudden disappearance to Raisu. “... I’ve been … missing for almost a year. Everyone thought I had died, but I hadn’t,” Beryl said, purposefully being as vague and nondescript as possible. “And since then, the Galactic Patrol had crumbled. However, people back at HQ are just now figuring out that I’m alive, and we’re working to put the Galactic Patrol back in motion,” Beryl said as he peered at the back, curious to see the progress on his tea and cookies. “To be honest, I’m actually in the city right now to see if there is anyone interested in joining the Galactic Patrol. The Galactic Patrol has been running a few advertisements on television, and I’m planning on going to a Galactic Patrol recruitment drive this afternoon as well.” Beryl looked back at Raisu. “But at least you have some context as to why I’m all bandaged up like this. I promise it’s not some strange fashion statement or anything,” Beryl joked. Raisu Hanamura
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Dec 21, 2016 1:33:12 GMT
Beryl went on to explain more about the Galactic Patrol and how he had been offered the position of leadership, and how he had run the show. The man even mentioned a strike at the heart of the Saiyan Empire. Raisu arched an eyebrow with vested interest. To strike at the Planet Vegeta? Ballsy, thought Raisu, but perhaps it was a good idea. Someone would need to give the Saiyans a taste of their own medicine. Ironic, considering his father hailed from there, but Raisu had never even met the man. And besides, they'd attacked his home. It was only fair, right? Right? Raisu grimaced and furrowed his brow. Perhaps not, he reasoned for a moment, an assault on Vegeta would surely cost innocent lives... But how many had been lost in the multi-pronged assault on Earth? The thoughts turned and mixed in his head, creating a storm of opposition. Raisu shook his head ever so slightly, dismissing the thoughts from his mind. And for good reason: Beryl revealed that the Galactic Patrol had gone by the wayside since his own disappearance. He did not say why, though Raisu wondered if it had anything to do with the fragments of that phone conversation he had heard. Either way, it sounded as if things were rough for the Galactic Patrol. But what Beryl said next intrigued him: there was a revival happening. There were advertisements on the television? And there were recruitment drives? Raisu shifted in place, standing on the tip of his toes and dropping back down onto his heels. A wild thought ran through his head, a spur of the moment impulse. As the thought tore through his mind, he chuckled at Beryl's joke regarding the bandages. But the laugh did not last more than a mere moment. There was something else in his mind. "So," he said suddenly, trying to sound casual, "Say somebody was interested in joining the Galactic Patrol? What exactly is it that you guys do and what can they expect? Like, I get that you're a... patrol, but what's your mission, what are your values? What's joining like?"At that moment, his droid strode out of the back, heavy mechanical feet clanking against the old wooden floor. A dainty tray was in its hands, cookies and tea cups shaking with every step. Raisu heard the whir of the gears as it approached, and it came to a stop beside Raisu. "Ah," he muttered, "Your tea and cookies."Raisu waved a hand in the hair and slowly the tea and cookies floated into the air, his mastery of telekinesis guiding them. Slowly, the ki-guided goods floated down and gently fell in place in front of Beryl, steam still floating from the cup. "Enjoy," he said as the robot began to trudge back into the kitchen. Beryl Roarke
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 22, 2016 17:56:22 GMT
Despite his excitement at Raisu’s interest in the Galactic Patrol, Beryl remained as his usual calm and collected self. The heavy clang of clunky, mechanical feet echoed throughout the cozy tea shop as the repurposed military droid carried a tray with various cookies and a cup of red tea on it. Beryl widened his eyes slightly as he watched the tray hover through the air and land neatly in front of him. At first, he had thought the droid did it, but then his eyes fell upon Raisu. “... I’m going to assume you’re the one who did that,” Beryl said, pointing out the display of telekinesis. “I’ll never get tired of saying it: you ki-users are really something else.” He took a cookie -- a snickerdoodle one -- and took a bite out of it. It was damn good, and the sweet, savory flavors made him hum in pleasure. He made sure to finish chewing before speaking; nobody wanted to see chewed-up cookie all up in his mouth while he talked. “Well, in the simplest terms, we’re basically the space police. The Galactic Patrol makes sure that the galaxy is safe at and peace. If there is something that is threatening on either a planetary or galactic level, we act on it,” Beryl began to explain. “However, the Galactic Patrol is an elite force. Membership is kept small on purpose because a Galactic Patrolman gets a lot of freedom and power. Frankly, a Galactic Patrolman can do whatever they want as long as it’s in accordance with the rules and they aren’t abusing their power. Even though everything has to get cleared by me, I trust my fellow Patrolmen to do the right thing. However, I do not want anyone to think of us as an oppressive governing force; if possible, we leave things to be taken care of by a planet’s own law enforcement, government and military. Most of the time, we just monitor and make sure that there is nothing happening that could be catastrophic to a planet or the galaxy.” Beryl then picked up his cup of tea and politely took a sip of it. He wiped the excess off of his lips with the back of a hand. “Anyways, if someone wanted to join, they’d have to first get a thorough background check. Then, they usually have to talk to a Galactic Patrol recruiter and provide more information. If the recruiter says the applicant’s potentially qualified and the background check comes back clear, then the applicant meets me directly. Then, I interview them personally to find out more about themselves and also proctor a combat exam where they’ll have to fight me. This is to make sure that they can at least handle themselves in a combat situation. If everything’s good after that point, then I formally accept them as a Galactic Patrolman, and we’ll work our way from there.” Beryl peered up at Raisu. “Were you interested in joining the Galactic Patrol by any chance?” Raisu Hanamura
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Dec 22, 2016 18:39:26 GMT
The Galactic Patrol leader seemed impressed by Raisu's telekinetic capabilities. It was a simple skill, really, and Raisu was more than capable of manipulating even larger or more complex objects. But Raisu said nothing, only grinning his amusement as the dark-skinned warrior began to partake in his food. Moreover, Raisu listened keenly as the man went on to explain what the Galactic Patrol was. A galactic police force... That sounded really impressive. The joining process seemed standard enough, the mention of a combat exam caught his ear. A battle against the leader himself? That sounded... brutal, and going up against the man was the only part that worried him. His background was clean, though technically he'd been off the grid for several months. Raisu, in terms of strength though, could not compare. But there was a small part of him that felt excited by the prospect, like someone lit a fire under him. The Galactic Patrol... Beryl and his allies were brave, policing and protecting the galaxy. The young halfblood was jealous, that childish sense of envy working its way through his mind like a worm. This Beryl... He was everything Raisu wanted to be. And so much more. It almost made Raisu feel as if he ought to take up fighting once again, fighting for the whole world. Too bad the halfblood had given up. But maybe, just maybe, this was the new cause he needed. Cornatto had talked about protecting others. Raisu had always wanted to become a guardian. His home was nearly destroyed and he could do nothing. Wasn't that why he had spent all that time getting stronger? To keep something like that from happening ever again? Wasn't that why he was throwing himself at wall after wall, nearly breaking himself? To keep that pain of loss from ever rearing its ugly head again, that was what he had wanted to fight for. How many people died each day that villainy was allowed to go unchecked? Raisu had tried to help make things right; he, of course, contributed to the magical summoning of a wish granting dragon that restored the destroyed Namek. But Raisu wanted to do so much more! Raisu had given up. But maybe this was his chance to try again. Maybe Raisu Hanamura could do what he had always wanted to do. Fate had presented him with an opportunity: Raisu just needed to reach out and grab it. "I am interested," said Raisu with finality, "How do we get this ball rolling?"
Beryl Roarke
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