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Post by Purika on Jan 21, 2017 2:39:33 GMT
Purika had been having a pretty good dream, and was enjoying his sleep pretty well. That was, until he was disturbed by a loud voice outside of his red and black capsule home, painted in some of the main Saiyan Solar Empire colors. This also had alerted the legionaries that were in their own homes, with Purika unknown to what they were doing. Purika sat up, still sitting down on his bed, before quickly leaping out to put his bed. He'd equip his jumpsuit, boots, weights, and his armor just in case. He'd then quickly dash out of his room, and opening his front door to look out. He'd find a group of zoans and humans, standing there with some style of uniform on, presumably a gang. "It's not late at night enough for this shit." Purika took a deep sigh, and looked around to see his fellow legionaries looking out the door, some freshly awoken like him and some were already active. One was out of the area to go and buy some stuff from the South Capitol. Purika then proceeded to push the open the door, stepping out slowly glaring at the gang. "What the hell do you want, I was sleeping." The gang proceeded to laugh after he had announced it, before settling down. The gang leader, a tall tiger zoan, began to speak. "We don't give a shit what you were doing! Give us all of your belongings, and make it quick or I'll kill you all." Purika broke out in laughter, before returning to his serious face. "Big mistake buddy." Purika smirked, stepping all the way out of his capsule home, unwrapping his tail to have it waving it around. Most of the gang trembled in fear at the sight of this, with a few of them mumbling. "A saiyan?" "We're screwed!" "Let's get out of here!" The tiger leader only growled, turning to the gang, and roared. "Weaklings! Leave and I will strike you down." The tiger's gang trembled in fear, slowly raising their weapons back, too scared to run away. Purika smirked. The tiger would roar out again. "This is your last chance to surrender!" Purika only shrugged, pissing the tiger boss off. The tiger boss then charged at him, with his razor sharp claws intending on cutting Purika to pieces. Purika stood there, waiting for an easy counterattack to show off his strength. The other members quickly charged along with their boss, not a wise move.
[Weighted PL: 18,362] [ Rukkora ]
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Post by Rukkora on Jan 21, 2017 4:43:16 GMT
[Thread Power Level: 40,593] [Heavy Weights On: 10,148]
Still unfamiliar with this world, Rukkora had become separated from her master. She was lost insofar as she no longer wished to use her Scouter and was instead trying to train her perception to both sense the ki of others and suppress her own. Eventully, she arrived at Mount Paozu, not out of any particular interest in that direction, but out of boredom and hearing that the place had a good number of edible animals upon which she could feast.
And so she came upon a small Capsule house in the middle of nowhere surrounded by what looked to be a gang of different Earthlings. Whoever they were, they seemed armed and at least attempting to be dangerous. Rukkora thought that cute, and sat with a freshly slaughtered and ki-blast-roasted boar in her massive arms. She began to bite into its flesh and watch the show.
Rukkora noticed the person they'd surrounded, a young man with short, spiky black hair and a deadly glare dressed in what appeared to be a uniform similar to the one she currently kept in a small capsule case she'd taken during a recent visit to East Capitol. Along with the capsules and the case she'd stolen off some well-dressed human male, she also took a new outfit in one of the fashion boutiques. It was fashionable enough, at least in her opinion, consisting of a dark gray training bra with red lining and matching dark gray cargo pants tucked into shin-high red boots with black soles.
Of course, the Saiyan woman was massive at six-and-a-half feet, and there was no hiding that. However, she blended in well enough with her tail tucked under her waistband and her head of long, knee-length, jet black hair tied into an unkempt ponytail. At least to the casual onlooker, she was a massive, tattooed, scarred, and angry-looking human female.
As she stripped the boar bare she continued to watch the scene unfold with a few laughs in between. The gang of bandits seemed to lose their nerve the moment they realized they were dealing with a Saiyan. Contrary to her expectations, they all charged forward, a move that made no sense to Rukkora. Once they realized they were thoroughly outmatched by their superior opponent, she thought, they should have run away and lived to rob someone else. Weak bandits such as them should have no qualms about fleeing.
Of course, she thought, if they attempted to run away, she'd probably attack and slaughter them herself for the exercise. She decided to watch what happened next.
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Post by Purika on Jan 21, 2017 5:09:31 GMT
Purika grinned as the Tiger Zoan made his way towards him, before eventually making it a few meters in front of Purika. Bad move. Purika quickly shifted his hand through the air towards his skull at super sonic speeds. The movement would be so fast that a shock wave would rupture from in front of his hand, quickly making its way over to the Tiger Zoan's skull in not even a second. This shattered the Tiger Zoan's skull, sending the remains across the ground. His henchmen looked in fear, as Purika easily had taken out their boss. As the boss fell over, no longer having his brain attached to his body to help him move, Purika caught him, gripping the dead Zoan's torso with his right hand. Purika's grin would fade and turn into a serious look, before a shining red light came from where his hand was. Purika had summoned a explosive ki ball, detonating it right in the torso of the dead Zoan. This completely vaporized the zoans, with the rest of the gang still looking in shock at how easily Purika took out their precious leader. Purika chuckled a bit, before speaking out to them. "So whose next to join the party?" Purika then paused, to see if anyone would test their luck, only to inevitably fail. They didn't waste a single second, turning and running away from Purika's 'village'.
Purika hadn't thought of grabbing his scouter as he had left out, it would be a good chance to look at these fools power levels and get himself a good laugh out. He'd ruffle through his pocket, grabbing a capsule out. He'd press down on the top of the capsule, triggering it. A scouter would come out of it, with Purika equipping it to his left ear, angling it to fit over his eye perfectly. He'd then scan the power levels of the group, most not even above 10. Purika chuckled, getting himself a good laugh in, showing a bit of a smile. Then, another power signature popped up somewhere ahead of the group. Purika's scouter finally determined the power scaling after a brief scan. Power Level: 10,148. His curiosity peaked, waiting to see who, or what, the signature may be coming from. He'd raise his arms and fold them, waiting.
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Post by Rukkora on Jan 21, 2017 6:12:23 GMT
Having finished her boar meal, now reduced to a skeleton, Rukkora listlessly watched as the majority of the bandits started to flee the other Saiyan now that their leader was little more than a bloodstain and some atoms. Slowly, she got to her feet, brushing her black hair from her face and wiping her bloody mouth on the back of her hand. With a loud belch, she scratched at her stomach and turned toward the swiftly fleeing band of Earthlings.
Closing her eyes, trying to feel them out, Rukkora kicked off from the ground and flew toward the gang. She landed… a little to the right of them, she noticed, opening her eyes. The bandits seemed stunned nonetheless and stopped running for a moment to gawk at the large, flying person.
With a grumpy grumble, the Saiyan woman flew with her eyes open to the correct spot, stopping in front of the gang. "Hey, I know this is probably kind of cruel," she said, cracking her neck lazily as she looked the group over, "but I don't really like people who just run from their fights, you know?"
Rukkora flipped her hair onto her back and grinned wide as she charged forward, right arm extended as she drove through three of the Earthlings with her muscular arm. With a sickening crunching sound, their necks separated from their bodies and their heads went flying off in a disgusting, bloody display. Lifting her arm, she kissed her own muscle, painting her lips bloody and smirking at the remaining bandits.
Those three tried to leave, so she ran up to them at inhuman speed and grabbed a zoanthrope member by his leg. The canine man howled as she broke his shinbone in her clenching fist, then tossed him at his comrade with enough force to topple him over. She threw her palm forward and launched a basic ki blast in their direction. It didn't vaporize her enemies the way Purika's did, but it did leave a charred, bloody span of land and scattered parts around.
The last member of the gang likely realized the inevitability of fleeing and fell to his knees. Rukkora approached him, licking the previous man's blood from her palm and eclipsing the sun behind her wide body. The human placed his head to the dirt and begged of her, "Please! Please let me go, I swear I'll never come back to this village! Please!"
"I, uh…" Rukkora began, looking over the destruction she'd caused for a moment and scratching her cheek. She shrugged her shoulders at the human and swiftly placed a boot on his foot. "Look, I don't, like, actually care about this village. I just figured, since that guy wasn't going to do it, might as well." The human's pleas became unintelligible and Rukkora applied pressure to her foot, stamping into his skull and cracking it underfoot. She removed her bloodied boot from the man's head, placed her hands behind her head, and walked back over to Purika.
"Hey! You got a minute? It's been a while since I've talked to anyone interesting!"
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Post by Purika on Jan 21, 2017 6:28:05 GMT
Purika watched as the new signature moved into his sight, landing near the gang. Purika took his observations, assuming this person was a female. Purika had yet to know the race of this presumed female, but he was sure this female wasn't most likely a human one. That was a higher than average power level for a human, way higher. Purika observed the appearance of this female, scanning the clothes and the build. Quite muscular also, to accompany that power level she had. Purika watched as the female put on quite a brutal display, something Purika didn't see every day. It didn't affect him either way, he had a high tolerance for blood, so it was nothing he couldn't handle. She was wiping them out left and right, taking her time. If this was Purika, and he wanted to end it, he would just sent out a few exploding ki balls in a rapid barrage to kill them all in a few mere seconds.
Purika looked at the spilled blood that littered the ground, then focusing his attention back to the female. He'd make a mental note on what just happened there, just in case of a situation another time. Now, he watched with his arms folded as the female approached him. She was quite a tall one, but not taller than him from his observations. Purika was probably a few inches taller than her at most. The female spoke to him, asking did he have a minute to talk. "Sure... it's not like I can go back to sleep now, those idiots woke me up." Purika sighed a bit. "So what is it that you want to talk about...?" Purika stood tall, fully awoken out of his slumber from his movements earlier, and the ki that was expelled from his body woke him up partly also.
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Post by Rukkora on Jan 21, 2017 17:17:55 GMT
Rukkora approached the Saiyan. She found herself looking up slightly, which didn't happen often. This man seemed about as tall as her late brother. The way he spoke, however, caused the woman to stifle a laugh. To her, he seemed so stiff and he definitely seemed to take himself seriously. "Loosen up a bit! It's not like we're enemies, right?" she said, placing a hand on her hip and grinning wide as she continued to walk over to him.
Stepping bit further than where he stood, she flipped her hair and looked over her shoulder to him, "What do you wanna talk about, I guess?" She smirked and tilted her head a bit, "What's your name? How're things on Vegeta, any big news happen? Last time I took a vacation for training, we planted a Tree of Might on Arcose and warred with Earth. Any major wars going on since I came to this place?"
Taking a pause, Rukkora folded her arms and turned to the man completely, taking a seat on a nearby crate, "And what about you? This your place? You training here alone or something? And, hell, you could ask a question about me. It's a conversation, you know? But don't feel pressured to ask or answer." The grin spread over her face again, eyebrow raising slightly. It seemed she was mocking him, in her own way, for how serious he was being.
Rukkora herself often tried to come off as serious, too, but more often than not she was grumpy and miserable. Here on Earth, however, she'd actually had something resembling fun and started to enjoy herself. It helped that the planet was pleasant and she was steadily growing stronger. She also quite nearly had the hang of sensing the energy of other people… even if she was still just a bit imprecise.
Since this was the first seemingly full-blooded Saiyan she'd seen since she left Radasha's company, she figured she'd try to share the good mood.
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Post by Purika on Jan 21, 2017 18:15:15 GMT
Purika watched as the female continued to approach him, with her laughing and then speaking, telling him to loosen up a bit. Purika sighed and replied. "Right... I guess I should loosen up." Purika loosened himself up, going back to talking casually. Purika would have to work on that. Purika listened closely as she spoke yet again, asking him a few things. Then he realized she was most likely a saiyan, because of context clues. "My name is Purika, I changed it a few weeks ago, as I preferred this name better than the last one." Purika paused, taking in a bit of air, before speaking again. "There has been no major wars since then, and Zucceta has left the position of Queen... which I think she should've been called a Empress instead, since you know, it's an Empire. No one is currently Empress or Emperor at the moment, but she offered up the position to Commander Habana." Purika watched as the saiyaness sat on a crate, and he took a seat on one in front of his house by his door. Purika listened as she spoke again, before replying once more, with his arms still crossed while sitting on the crate.
"Yes, this is my place. Also no, I'm not training alone." Purika would smirk, turning his heads towards the houses around his. "Hey guys, come out and introduce yourselves!" After he said this, about 4 saiyans and a blue majin came out. They would look at the female saiyan, greeting her. Purika felt it was time to answer a question of his own. "So, what's your name?" It had been a while since he'd saw a female saiyan, the last one he had seen being Taro, which apparently had gone missing a month or two ago. Purika waited calmly for a reply, wishing to get to know this saiyan. Also, Purika pointed to his ship parked behind his house. "I also have a ship, recently installed a gravity chamber in it for training. It's a real hassle to get used to when you turn it up, but it gets easier over time with training." Purika then stopped pointing, putting his arms back into its crossed position.
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Post by Rukkora on Jan 23, 2017 19:26:13 GMT
Rukkora smiled a bit, stifling a chuckle as Purika resolved to be less stiff. Folding her large arms against her chest, she listened to him. Feeling more comfortable in present company, her tail slipped out of her waistband and flexed itself a bit.
Noticeably, she strained the crate a bit under her weight. While not taller than her new acquaintance, she was still probably the heavier of the two. For the most part, she had her bastard father, Makotsu, to thank for that, plus she was wearing weighted armbands and anklets.
Hearing that Zucceta had abdicated her position as Queen, Rukkora lifted an eyebrow and made a lopsided frown, not quite sure how to feel about the regime change. At least she hadn't missed any major wars. While she wasn't too familiar with Habana, she didn't really care so long as no one was asking anything of her for the time being. Her own training, in her opinion, was more important than the entire Empire.
Glancing about at the other houses, her eyes widened and brows raised as he introduced the rest of his crew. Four Saiyans and a Majin, she counted, holding in another laugh directed to the bloody remains of the bandits who really should have looked into who lived her and known to steer clear of a place like this. Their loss.
"Rukkora," barked the brusque woman in her raspy contralto raising a hand to push some of the enormous bush of knee-length hair back out of her face. She turned her head toward the ship and nodded, her black brows furrowing.
"Gravity chamber, huh? I'm familiar with it, though I don't think I ever really got the hang of it before. Mostly because I was a kid and I couldn't really move much. It's been a while since then." Rolling her neck a bit, she added, "I'd like to try it out, if you'd allow me to." She appeared more interested in introducing herself to the gravity chamber than to the four Saiyans and the Majin.
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Post by Purika on Jan 23, 2017 22:37:36 GMT
Purika noticed that Rukkora's tail emerged from her waste band. She was a saiyan, but that wasn't much of a surprise for him because of her height and high strength. Also because of what she told him, confirming that she was one. He listened as she said her name, which was Rukkora. Quite a unique name in his view. He watched as she turned her head towards the ship beside his house, and he proceeded to turn his had to look at it too, figuring she was going to say something about the gravity. It was a good training source after all.
Purika had ordered the ship from a Imperial Salesman, which had came and delivered it to him. It was the same way around with his gravity chamber also, which could generate both inside the ship and outside to a certain extent. Purika listened to her next few sentences, before commenting on his experiences. "I first used one about 3 months back, which was owned by a super strong majin named Shemha." Purika paused. "And you can use the gravity chamber, im always looking for some strong training partners also."
Meanwhile while all these things were said and done, the legionaries had protruded back into their capsule homes, closing the doors behind them to resume what they were doing, feeling that their presence wasn't required anymore. Purika would turn his head back towards Rukkora. "I've already mastered up to x30 in the time that I've had it, which is only a couple of days. It's quite easy to master in the early stages, I don't know much about later since I haven't asked anyone with that kind of experience." Purika paused again, waiting on Rukkora to say anything.
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Post by Vi-Poi on Mar 11, 2017 22:06:59 GMT
Purika 1759 WC & 1794 Z 1794 + 4136 = 5,930 Z Rukkora 1590 WC & 3585 PL! 3585 + 40593 = 44,178 Adding.
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