Kiro
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PL: 2,300
Oozaru (x10)
Zeni: 250
Tag: @superkiro
OOC Name: Kiro
Posts: 16
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Post by Kiro on Aug 12, 2017 12:24:28 GMT
Thread PL: 2300 WC: 325
As soon as he woke up, Kiro washed his teeth, got dressed up, ate breakfast and started to fly to his mother's Corporation. After many hours of flying, Kiro finally saw the Southern Islands, so he decided to land next to a strange path, interested in what was behind all of it.
So, he followed it, trying to see where it leaded. Minutes after, he reached the end of the path, and what was there? His mother's company. "Lucky!", he thought to himself, smiling.. Then, he enteted, and turned towards the assistant. "Miss, could you pass me a wood sign? I want it ta' be empty.", he asked her. Suddently, she walked into the container and grabbed a sign.
Through, it was made of stones. He sighed, taking it and placing it on the ground, writting this on it: "You are welcome'd to Ashley's Corporation. Head left if you wish to go train with Kiro, who's a very strong child that's always ready to fight!" Through, the message wasn't that true.
"This should be all right!", he stated, nodding twice. And so, he did what was written on the sign, entering a luxurious training room. "Now let's see if someone comes by.", he said, beginning to punch the air fiercly in the meantime, but after a while, he started to sweat.
Also, Kiro prepared many meals and drinks for the challenger that may or may not come inside the room. "Hope they don't take much time..", he thought while training by himself. If they didn't arrive in time, Kiro would start to eat and drink a little, now that he was getting hungry while training by himself.
But then, his mother came in, holding a TV, sticking it to a wall. "There! Now you can watch cartoon while training. You won't get bored of training by yourself now, will you?", she asked, giggling. And so, he kept training, but now he was watching cartoon, too.
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Om
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Full Focus (x4)
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Posts: 44
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Post by Om on Aug 13, 2017 22:11:53 GMT
Training With Strangers! Thread PL: 4461 WC: 302
Om woke up in the middle of some alleyway. This wouldn’t be the first time this has happened to him. He didn’t have a home or any money, which was a bit of a problem. “ I’m fed up with living like this! At least back on Konats I had a home! I need to get some zeni..” That’s when the thought came to Om. “I know! I should get a job! That should get me some zeni! Hmm.. But how am I supposed to be a hero and have a job? I guess I could become a hero again when I get some more zeni..” So Om decided to go looking for a job. After hours of asking for jobs and getting rejected. Om was tired and needed to rest. After looking around, Om found a small path. “ Hey! Maybe there’s a nice place to rest down that path.” After walking down the path for some time he came across a building. “ Maybe I can get a job here!” Om walked in and walked up to the counter. “ Hi! I was wondering if you have any job openings?” That’s when he noticed a sign on the ground. It said that there was some kid that’s really strong and looking to fight! “ This could be fun.” Om thought to himself. The woman was saying something to Om but he was already heading down the hall to the left. Om walked all the way down to the hall and opened the door. Om looked around the room and was amazed. “ This place is state-of-the-art!” His attention was then drawn to the child watching a cartoon and punching the air. “ Uhh… Hi? Are you the strong kid? If so, I’ve come to fight!” That’s when his stomach rumbled. “ Uh.. Hey do you have some food?”
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Blokus
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Intense Struggle (x3)
Zeni: 1,322
Tag: @gregblokus
OOC Name: Blokus
Posts: 19
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Post by Blokus on Aug 14, 2017 4:03:22 GMT
[Blokus' Thread PL = 4243] [KP = 3/3]
Life isn't just costumes and justice for Blokus. He had to be able to keep a job. A job that can pay for any hospital bills he might need. A job that can help him support his mother. That job was boxing. It payed better than one would think, especially for a fighting style that went out of popularity. And while it payed well, it didn't pay quite enough for Blokus to live as comfortably as he'd like. That's why he started looking for a sponsor. The search could've gone better. It seemed nobody wanted to sponsor a sport that seemingly went out of style. Blokus had decided to check out one more business for a sponsorship deal. "Ashley's Corporation..." Blokus read the name painted above the door. "You can do this, get the sponsorship. You can do this, get the sponsorship." Blokus repeated to himself as he entered the building. As he walked in he saw a woman behind a desk, he walked up and greeted her with a nervous smile. "Hi... my name is Greg, I was wondering if-"
"Take a numbah." The recptionist said, chewing bubblegum and flipping through a magazine. Blokus sighed and grabbed a ticket. The ticket read '#435'. This might take a while. Blokus stuffed the number in his pocket and started to look around, eventually his eyes wandered to a sign made of stone. It read, "You are welcome'd to Ashley's Corporation. Head left if you wish to go train with Kiro, who's a very strong child that's always ready to fight!"
Blokus began thinking to himself as he headed down the hallway to his left. "I don't know if fighting a kid is a good way of getting in some training..." And while those were his thoughts, he feet kept moving. Blokus made it to the end of the hallway, entering a training room. Blokus looked around as he entered, before his eyes shifted focus to two figures. One he had never seen before, he assumed it was Kiro, the kid that posted the sign. The other was one he'd seen before, one he recognized. And while he recognized the face of the alien standing before him, the alien most likely wouldn't recognize him. After all they had met while Blokus was doing his superhero duties! Blokus disguised his voice and hid his face while playing the hero! Surely this alien wouldn't recognize him, not before they fought! The two others hadn't quite noticed Blokus yet. As he read the energy in the room a smirk began to grow on his face. He always appreciated a challenge.
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