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Post by Trouza on Dec 22, 2016 16:22:00 GMT
The South Capitol's spaceport from afar is a sight to behold but being inside of it and waiting in line among the thousands lining up, departing and arriving is a different story. Trouza happened to be in the midst of the chaos who happened to be trying to reapply for a passport just in case the need for a flight to outer space came without notice. Of course, the martial artist had no need of fancy ships and airplanes on Earth, nor could he afford one. But a human is still a human, and space is still quite off limits mostly to them. Maybe he needed a vacation off-world, just in case. Trouza was in one of those long government lines which forced its citizens to spend countless hours in just to get a new piece of plastic card with a picture of their face they paid their taxes for anyway. Around him were countless faces, some looking very appealing while some had very bizarre or animalistic features; though he never discriminated. He was still a citizen of South Capitol, no matter what personal status or exile he was in. He was still on the run from his father's goons, but at least he was back in the city and slightly more confident with training and a couple of beat-up mafiosos under his belt. Getting beat-up or fighting wasn't his biggest enemy this day, but then you can't beat a long line of people up to a pulp compared to some luckless bandit. If only one could get special privileges for being a ki-user and fighter apart from being some alien invader's punching bag and then being thankless by the populace for saving their lives. And boy, did luck seemed to be on Trouza's side. Just as noon stuck and he was third in line next, those government employees decided to take a lunch break and continue an hour later. Already having a headache, Trouza decided to step out and look for something to eat instead, though that even brought more headache and indecisiveness in the martial artist. Scratching his moustache and looking outside, he was zoned out, not realizing he was standing in the way of the small hallway going in and out of the spaceport. It wouldn't be long before someone might shove him out of the way.
Status [Power Level (Weighted): 6,188] [Equipment: Weighed Arm Bands (Light Weights)] [KP: N/A] [Tech Used: N/A] [Tags: Nostalgic Ayumu ]
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Dec 24, 2016 12:18:51 GMT
Simply standing outside of the building while serving a few customers, Ayumu had his employees for once truly start working to their utmost potential. Serving people left and right, while the others were even faced with a multitude of people who called bullshit on the food being free. Angry looks of other similar stalls nearby who had to earn their fill by requesting a price tried to put employees on the street to get them just a few more customers to thicken out their wallets. Although it was not like his stall was too uncommon on this planet, a few sites having started to spread a few rumours around its seemingly never tiring personnel moving from one town to another from day to day, sometimes even vanishing in the morning at the head capital with then the stall appearing in a backwater town. Although everything was slowly coming up Ayum, he then sat down in front of his stall on a small chair, the flaps that held some of the heat in rustling together before groaning outside.
(Sorry for the short post ;n;) (3801632 PL for hana, ayumu's pl is inside hana!)
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Post by Trouza on Dec 25, 2016 12:54:30 GMT
Trouza was already hungry and couldn't decide from the numerous stalls from which place to eat. He was trying to avoid a crowd and eat in peace, however he wasn't averse to observing the famous ones which seemingly sell good food as well. In particular he saw an old man's stall gaining a crowd apparently. Words were being thrown around such as 'free' or 'scam' were heard, and about the mobile stall's famed food travelling around Earth, but he decided to check it out. Approaching the old man's stall behind apparently a zoanthrope with demonic horns, he bided his time in line while he tried peeking from behind the man to see what the old man's stall was selling. While the two of them were slowly working the crowd waiting for their turn at the stall, several brutes suddenly crowded in front of Trouza blocking the demon mortal in front of him. Sensing a hostile presence, Trouza clenched his fists, ready just in case trouble came up. "Go back to the spaceport, demon!", were among other words were being thrown around. The demon-hybrid it seemed, was stone stiff, profusely sweating and not knowing what to do. Trouza was astounded by the amount of prejudice the locals had to the demon, and while there were tons of zoans, majins and other aliens around, demons and other stereotypical hostile species must have been an annoying sight to these Earthlings. Starting to lose his patience at the brutes' ignorance and hostile intent to bully the apparent tourist, Trouza stepped in. "It's a free world, with free food isn't it, fellas?" Trouza, stepping in, was intimidating with a white ki presence enveloping him. With the brutes and a couple of other close bystanders backing off already, Trouza grabbed the hybrid by the shoulder and they walked closer to the old man's stall. "You got any good food, pops? My friend and I are starving!"
Status [Power Level (Weighted): 6,188] [Equipment: Weighed Arm Bands (Light Weights)] [KP: N/A] [Tech Used: N/A] [Tags: Nostalgic Ayumu ]
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Jan 5, 2017 1:52:55 GMT
Giving a light chuckle towards the two people who were approaching, Ayumu would raise his voice rather strongly and shout out towards the public, his voice being hoarse from something that had happened before "We at the hallway of salesmen do not stand for any racism!" Some stalls seemingly having owners stepping out to walk towards the group of people shouting. Some of the actual people working at the carts being demons, some being namekians who were doing tea shops and the others being saiyans who were running steak houses that were portable. It was a crazy mix of stands that were decorating this massive hallway of them, but all of them shared one grand opinion that the large growing crowd of annoyances should just shut the fuck up. The people who were attempting to separate the tight knit group of earth that was once unified under the invasion and was now dealing with the backlash of accepting the immigrants that came from beyond, slowly rolling up their sleeves as a few of the people just quieted down and others just ran for the hills, some even taking flight and making their way out of a roof exit. Ayumu having also moved outside stepped inside once again and clapped his hands together "I may be driving those other people out of business..." Before dodging his head downwards quickly as one of the demons shouted loudly, a meat cleaver stuck in one of the pillars of his own stall with his own laugh bouldering through the small area, it being strangely empty when you get closer. "But that is why my customers are much less common to appear as they do not trust the concept of getting a good meal for the sake of a simple story. So tell me, you two sit down and order anything you wish, although something that takes a few hours to make may be rushed a tad, on what kind of stories you have to tell this old fart?"
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Post by Trouza on Jan 5, 2017 12:57:52 GMT
Close call for the two hungry shoppers harassed by a couple of brutes, near the spaceport of all places. Trouza didn't know such racism still exists as they were as diverse as a box of colored candies on Earth, however some would have understandably lost friends and family during the last saiyan war, or assaulted one time or another by real fiendish demons. Hate begets hate it seemed, and Trouza didn't want the cycle to continue, especially on innocents who face the brunt of abuses like this. He felt proud stepping in and defending the hybrid's rights, and seemingly from the demon's face he was grateful and close to tears; not really the type who eats people or makes shady deals in exchange for souls. And rarely did Trouza do anything morally right that didn't require too much effort. Trouza and the demon settled down together on a long table in front of the old man's stall. The man was accomodating and as was the rest of the vendors and sellers nearby, all selling their wares and goods; the smells mixing strongly along with everyone's sweat. Just what Trouza was looking for; some greasy comfort food not coming from commercialized restaurants that use unrecognizable processed ingredients. When Ayumu explained the food might take awhile, Trouza smiled and nodded in understanding. "It's alright, pops. I don't think I'm making any progress getting my Earth Government passport either. The system, huh?" He was looking forward to what the old man has prepared for them, and was already entertained by the man's hospitality and years of experience. If not, well the stories will be something to look forward to. "Uh, I lived here." Trouza started when Ayumu asked for their stories, looking at the old man and his newfound friend. "The name's Trouza, but I just came back after several years of travelling. Travelled the world, visited shrines and practiced martial arts. You know, like the action movies."Trouza let out a light chuckle before continuing. "Seen the north mountains, the waterfalls, the badlands in the west, but home is where the heart's at, you know? Not staying for long though. I might hit the road again look for some place to stay in that needs protection. Too much injustice all around, just like the one I saw awhile ago. Hey, how about you pops? You definitely have more stories under your belt? Retired soldier maybe? You look to be in good shape."
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[Costume: Martial Arts Attire] [Power Level (Weighted): 6,188] [Equipment: Weighed Arm Bands (Light Weights)] [KP: N/A] [Tech Used: N/A] [Tags: Nostalgic Ayumu ]
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Post by Trouza on Feb 23, 2017 16:25:23 GMT
((Gonna have to turn in this thread due to lack of interaction hah. PL for me, Lightweights))
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Shemha
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Post by Shemha on Mar 5, 2017 0:53:58 GMT
Trouza WC 1120 - 1840 PL earned. New Total - 14,323!
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