Zefonse
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Tag: @zefonse
OOC Name: Saiyan, Namekian, Human
Posts: 40
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Post by Zefonse on May 23, 2015 5:48:52 GMT
-Dabiryero T’a Fonmu-Shemushun-
What do these strange words mean? As a man jolted awake in the middle of a hot summer night he can’t help but recall his own demise in the frozen waste, to him a bittersweet rest. To the outside however, time had passed, the last time he gazed upon this sky, was a world he was with his own kingdom during the time before the dragon balls even existed. Now things have changed vastly, buildings of stone and steel exist, and metal machines carry the people around the world at a much rate they take for granted. However he too had changed since his own death, his body used inhuman experiments twisting and turning into something that he is unsure what to call himself. Was he even “human” anymore? But really how can he call himself that as he had flashes back to the cold metal room he awoke in lucid words spoken in a language he never heard before.These people took his body and tore it asunder ripping apart his very being into some sort of weapon. Whatever their reasoning it seems like they failed in doing so, he awoke too early or perhaps he was just a failure. A failure of a king who left his kingdom of some would be wish, hoping to protect it when it comes down to it... however the moment he believed he found one the world slipped under him and crashed.
He had to take slow steps to understand this world, first understand a language with no base to work off. Sights one from the past would break the moral of lesser beings. His body was frozen in a brief relapse of fear. In terms of time, this lasted no more than a brief moment. But the amount of time, he had seen that instant was all his life so far. Everything he knew was gone, his kingdom is now forgotten ruins, not even known to anyone. Then as if a collective will, every fiber in his being marched as one. He had to move forward with his life and travel this world to understand it. The people the places, the history. Time may of forgotten him, but he did have to learn to at least ease himself in. But that sense of failure “I’Gaufo fa’ulty-fan” the man slowly stood up as he looked around the bamboo forest as if looking for something, picking himself up in a single motion staring at what is the full moon. He could feel powerful beings around the world getting stronger, how strange. It’s been exactly six months since he last heard from a demon known as Kadbra. Deep down he knew something must of happen shame he was a good man regardless of race.
He quickly dust himself off in hopes to clean off any still clinging leaves. He been walking this whole time trying to reach this city. In this time frame had studied some books he was given while traveling it helped him understand the world if only a grasp. He started to look around the site he was resting in, grabbing his trusted blade. After picking up his armor and a quick rinse in a nearby stream allowed him to be clean before he walks to this city. Adjusting the armor to make sure nothing was loose. He readied himself to go on this travel by going at full speed and stopping once he reaches the city. The moment he dashed forward was like watching the wind flow, no wasted movement no sense of lagging behind. He had gotten use to his extreme speed long time ago.
Not long after he found himself in front of this massive city, towering buildings of stone and steel awaited before him now. Stopping himself just before the city limits wanting to walk the rest of the way. He started to tap his fingers on the end of his blade hilt out of nervous habit, after all it is just a city? The last two times he been to them however, had turn less than stellar... The first city he visited he mistakenly cut down the buildings in his path while moving in anger. The second city a powerful being appeared and nearly killed him and destroyed the city. But it seems these days these things are either important to have a name, or expendable enough to just toss away. Regardless he had to fit in. Thus the first step in this... is for him to get inside the blasted thing. So he walked slowly towards the city, it seemed to become more and more engulfing towards him. The buildings becoming more like walls, and the walls closing in. Cutting off his movements, the noisy people that didn’t seem to care. He had to stop, forcing himself to find a place to sit down. As he found a nice spot to sit down underneath a tree in this city...he noticed the ground.
What was this? It wasn’t dirt but stone? Why is it so big? As he looked around and saw the city more closely. Yet why is everything comparable to his past? Why is a tower of this compared to a king's palace. Why are lights dazzling from them like a big fire. And the people, beings of different races, people his people in the past would of called demons... walking as if it’s natural. How do you explain this? How does one explain this level of change. He watched people enter a box and it started to go up, while another went down. A room that can go up or down? Doors that open itself. Ice that doesn't seem to melt. The boxes that move faster than horses. With towers that reach the sky... how does one handle all this change. The look on his face seems like mix of amazement and sadness.
Before he noticed however he had quite a crowd around him, taking strange devices out of there hands with flashing lights going off. As if reflex he grabbed it, and flipped the screen over to only see a reflection of himself from just a moment ago? A item that can freeze a moment in time? How could that be.... he was more confused than anything and gently handed the item back to it’s owner. He just had to think of ways to understand this time difference between him and the world. The more he looked into it...the more strange it became. Without noticing again as he walked the streets, he was tapping the hilt of his sword lost in thought. With the gears of fate turning, what shall await him.
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Post by Hinawa on May 23, 2015 21:57:16 GMT
[Light Weights are On, PL reduced by 25%]
It had been a few months by now, since that battle back in the Spinach Wastes. And damn, some of these scars still hurt! That ungodly powerful demon really did a number on her - despite Hinawa unleashing everything she had, she still got mauled - literally - and multiple bones cracked and broken. She liked to think she paid him at least some of that back, but she certainly didn't beat or kill the guy. Truth be told, the end of that battle was a red haze for her, but somehow she escaped, retrieved her weighted clothing, AND managed to save the dog for which she had jumped into combat with the demon in the first place. That deserved at least SOME applause, right?
Since then, Hinawa had been in a slow, grueling recovery process. Obviously, she had no sort of health insurance - runaway orphans generally didn't have that. If not for the hardy constitution that came with being a martial artist, she would've bled out right there, but no - she recovered, and now, she was... very, VERY far away from the Spinach Wastes. And she would stay far away from there for now. Far be it from her to be afraid, but she liked living. At some point, she'd find that black-skinned bastard of a demon, beat his scarred ass sore, and rip his throat out, oh yes! But not now, and not anytime soon. Scratching the small scar still left under her left eye from where the demon had taken a bite out of her, she really didn't want to experience nearly getting eaten again.
Adjusting her weighted detachable sleeves and boots, the small Kitsune stepped out of the pet shop she had just bought some dog food from, which was now somewhere in her backpack. Right besides her, of course, her small and adorable attachment - a brown and white puppy - followed her right at the side, without any kind of leash. Ever since she saved the little guy from an untimely end by being a demon's dinner, he was following her around, and so she took care of him - not because she liked dogs, or anything like that. That would just be weird and stupid, of course. Why would a fox like any other sort of small animal?! Preposterous!
Pushing and shoving her way through the many people on the sidewalk, she earned herself a few curses and insults, which she repaid in kind either with liberal application of giving people the finger, or throwing her own insults back at them. The blue-eyed girl wouldn't take any crap from ordinary people. the kind of people who wouldn't know hardship and tragedy if it pissed right into their eyes, they were the ones that pissed her off the most. Office drones and perfect little families, totally unaware of how many beings existed that could snuff them out by farting too hard. It was infuriating and maddening, to think that SHE could've had a life of blissful ignorance of the brutal world of battles and blood around them all. Damn all those Saiyans to hell and back, one day, she'd get her revenge. It would be such a sweet day when she would finally set their damn planet ablaze and kill them all, oh yes.
Steaming in her thoughts of violence and killing, Hinawa noticed just in time how a rather large man was heading straight for her doggy companion, which had stopped in front of him and was looking up, wagging his tail happily. Dashing forward as fast as she could - which was pretty damn fast, and knocked a few people next to her over - grabbing her small 'friend' out of the way and darting back, setting down the small, smelly creature back to the ground. And that giant bastard clad in armor... was just walking away?! With a twitch of her eyebrows, the blue eyes of the girl shifted over to red, as her instincts started to kick in. This guy was strong, sure, but NOTHING compared to Pipa. Raising her own aura without a sense for caution, Hinawa jumped into the air, right towards this guy, and aimed a sweeping kick in mid-air towards his head.
"Look where you're stepping, you ASSHOLE!" growling those words with anger, a red aura of Ki was glowing around Hinawa. As per usual when she was angry, her fox tail and ears sprouted out, revealing her nature as a Zoanthrope of the Kitsune type. As if her shout and quick anger weren't enough of a sign of how irrationally she was acting, her fangs were bared as well - right now, she didn't really care about who she was kicking, but she needed some release for all of this frustration and anger at her own weakness over the last few months. This man in the old-timer armor just gave her the perfect reason to let it all out.
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Zefonse
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PL: 13,052; Bio-Metabolise (x3 current): (Not Available yet) Items: Sword, 1-Use space pod Zeni: 500
Tag: @zefonse
OOC Name: Saiyan, Namekian, Human
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Post by Zefonse on May 24, 2015 17:43:39 GMT
As he was walking the streets he had many strange glances aimed at him. After all how else would you explain a man that is fairly muscular. Who’s face, carries the expression even with the most shocking of sights: a stoic, yet determined look that transmits fear to others around him. The slate violet near red eyes and long black hair to the neck, which he keeps up in intricate black ornament with a red line on it, it holds no purpose other than part of the overall design flow for his outfit. The highly customized set of armor he wears based around many themes and custom of eastern culture. The colors red is the strongest themed color in the armor, while follow by black, than grey, with yellow and orange as well in the design. The blade he carries a 6.5 feet long in total blade which he carries on his side. It was no surprise they would take pictures of him as he walked around, he did stand out like a sore thumb.
The more he walked around the more accepting he came to modern world. Yes there is massive change, but this is reality for him now, but still felt raw, and surreal such a thing had happen to him. Dying so long ago, his body twisted and turn into what is now, and to him, it felt like a bitter dream. This modern age was full of people and things he still has quite yet understand. The demon Kadbra a demon who had more heart than any human he had met so far. A Saiyan woman who was too idiotic to understand anything more than three worlds. The fight he had with Kadbra proved one thing, no matter how skilled he was the people with these powers of flight, channeled energy for different effects. Kadbra had quite a large amount of raw power, and kept growing even in the middle of fighting, yet this man himself seemed unable to keep up...just why? The demon raw power was more than enough to wipe himself off face of the earth. The Saiyan women he met was powerful... as far as a dumb muscle is concerned. If she was like the first Saiyan he met, he would of been painted all over the cave walls. But here in this city everyone had a different level of power, which this man has yet to understand the balance of this world. Nor did he understand the meaning of his slowly growing power. If he can take some time to better understand this new body, what he was or what he can do. He might be able to use his old powers. For now he has Xing the only methods to deal with these strange beings.
However as he walked he noticed a dog crossed his path, he was about to stop when a blonde hair child came at full speed and tackle the dog out of the way. Must be how humans show care to animals these days. So he kept his pace and walked on, trying to fit in this modern time as he see’s it. However the rising aura he felt as he walked past her only grew vastly more powerful. So his eyes quickly looked around him and noticed the child knocked people over trying to get to the dog. The man as if by reflex raised his arm to block a incoming kick from her, with her foul mouthed words echoing in his ears. However if one were to notice this man stance, his footing was spaced out just enough to force the impact though his body instead of a single point like most fights would mistakenly do. In this stance the damage done was less than zero, but that was just the block, the next motion would be like a wave crashing back towards her, his small twist in the waist was small enough that no one would notice... but that small movement would send all her attack power back on her as a force of wind to send her flying. Even if it didn’t this action would of had no damage to her, just send her back with her own power and body weight.
His next action was happening the moment her kicked landed on his arm, his hand was already on his blade hilt readying to draw it. Seven cuts would of happened like a image in his head, he had already planned were to hit. Seven slash’s. The first slash would of been the blunt end of his blade was going to be from the head down the body in equal parts. Enough force to hit all Eight gates of man. The second slash would of been towards the throat with enough force to stop her breathing for a few moments. Than a Grandiose slash, it would of hit through her body no matter the resistance. Fourth slash would be aimed to hit the top of her head with the blunt end of his blade, this would of knocked her out if she didn’t see it coming. The fifth the splitting of a temple, a light cut that would of weakened her arm strength and slowly bleed out to the point of passing out. The sixth would of been the spreading of the cut quickly followed by the final slash to the chest. However no matter the kind of slashes he had already imaged and performed in his mind, none of these happened in reality. For the act of a pawing at his leg. The man in armor turns his glances down to the ground and dog wagging his tail happily.
This made his hand removed from his sword hilt. Always let the dog approach you, no matter how friendly it looks. Why? Because this allows the dog to interact with you on his terms, once he has determined you are safe. As this dog already approached him the man had to respect its space. So he kneel down and turned his body slightly sideways to a dog, watching the dog happily rub across him. Gently moving his hand to rub the dog under the chin. The people knocked over were more shocked at the child than the sight of a man in armor giving a dog some love. After all the man noticed it as well, a Kitsune. In his time a Kitsune were a proud and shy race who visited his kingdom in private. “So this is your pet?” He said gently, but not towards the child who had kicked him, but towards the dog. “ A little rude one isn’t she? However you chose her.” was he talking to the dog? And the dog speaking in happy little wags and small barks. The man turned his head towards her now. “Now I see you have some anger in yourself. But is this how greetings work nowadays?”
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Post by Hinawa on May 25, 2015 20:52:55 GMT
Yes… yes! This was it! This rush - this feeling of adrenaline and rage within her veins…! A real fight, something that the ordinary people of this damn planet couldn’t give her anymore. Someone to fight who didn’t feel like cardboard against her punches, who didn’t break instantly – someone she could let subject to all of this pent up frustration over living in this fragile, damned world. The slightest bit of anger from her could rip apart a building, a single punch kill a grown man, but now, she finally found someone POWERFUL.
Any excuse was right for this. She wanted this – no, she NEEDED it. Her kick colliding with her arm, feeling how his stance absorbed the impact without damaging him, it made her blood rush faster and faster. Her frown over being angry about the guy nearly stepping on her little dog was twisted away into a dangerous grin, showing her sharp and dangerous teeth that once nearly ripped out the throat of a demon. She’d hurt this guy, make him scream, and be hurt in return, she knew that – a perfect storm of violence, pain and hate.
Then, the stranger executed a strong maneuver to knock her back and away from him – spinning around in the air freely, with a slightly maniacal chuckle escaping her, the fox girl had no trouble with controlling her descent as she made a perfect three-point landing back at her starting position, the red, glowing eyes fixated onto the stranger. She needed more, SO much more! She felt alive, FINALLY alive again after so many months of frustration!
For the first time, she got a really good look of the guy – and damn, he was actually quite handsome. Almost too much, even. The scar under her eye started itching again, reminding her of how her own beauty had already been destroyed by the lifestyle of a warrior – she was obviously muscular, and the scar on her face was simply the one that was easiest to notice, but she had numerous smaller ones. For some reason, the obvious beauty of this handsome swordsman just made her more irritated and angry – why was this guy so powerful, why was he carrying a weapon, when he looked SO PERFECT?! She’d rip right into his face! Make him experience what a scarring wound was like!
And as if to make her even more excited, his eyes seemed so… dull, unlike her own, which were overflowing with emotion. His grip on the sword betrayed his intentions – her instincts sharp as always. She knew of his plan at the same time he thought about it – she could FEEL the attacks coming. If all of them hit, she’d be killed on the spot – that much was clear, simply from feeling out the intentions of his calm and cold aura. Although, was it really cold? It felt as if a terrible fire was just waiting to erupt from it, hot enough to scorch even her.
Glowing, red energy began circling her hands instantly. ‘Yes. Come. Let me lose myself in this…! This is it!’ Hinawa’s unsettling grin just widened further, as she crouched down slightly, ready to dash forward. The sword this man was wielding was huge, and probably sharp enough to cut even through her own body. It was as if she was standing naked before a tsunami, yet she still felt the insane weight of her clothes weighing her down. Cracking the ground slightly, Hinawa was about to jump forward, ready to act in the same moment as the first slash would come – it would obviously come down at her from above, but she was agile and nimble. She’d swerve to the side lightly, get out of the way of the blade without really needing to change her course. Any vertical slash to follow it up would end the same way – the moment this man were to compensate for her swerving slightly to one side, she’d immediately change the angle of her leaning angle, and just make him miss by an even greater margin now. True, she had no formal martial arts training, but what she had was an unbeatable animal instinct.
However, it seemed as if today wouldn’t reveal if honed and perfected skill or pure, raw instinct was more powerful. Because before she even started her dash and evaded the first two slashes… Every last bit of fighting spirit between the two was evaporated, and the perpetrator of that was a tiny dog pawing at a huge man and wagging his tail.
“R…really now.” The red aura around Hinawa poofed away, as if it had never been there – together with a color change of her eyes from blood red back to a clear, sky-like blue. With one of her eyebrows visibly twitching with irritation over getting this gratification taken from her, she was breathing heavily… and hey, what was that damn flea market now barking about?! Oh, she’d teach that furball a lesson! Stomping over to the two, more irritated than truly angry and hateful now, she grabbed the dog at the neck and slowly turned him around to look her in the face – and immediately, she was hit with those damn puppy dog eyes that nobody, not even her, could stay mad at. Still with a slightly annoyed, but also perhaps bemused facial expression, she sat down the dog on the ground, crouching slightly next to it, and pet the tiny one.
“Damn furball, saying whatever he wants. Lots of gratitude for saving you from a flesh eating demon, you heartless excuse for a dog.” Poking the dog in the side, which the animal just seemed to like more and run around the two people in a circle, her eyes met the violet – or were they red? – eyes of the stranger, with the obvious defiant expression on her face that many a rebellious teenager had mastered towards adults, even though she was technically a young adult by now physically. She definitely didn’t act the part.
“Psh, don’t you act all moral now. Just a second ago, you were just as ready as I was to forget about everything around you and fight.” Motioning towards his sword, a grin flashed across her face for a short moment. “What are you, anyway? Some sort of medieval enthusiast, or why do you carry a sword larger than some people around? I swear, more and more weirdos crop up every day. At least you don’t seem to be as useless as the others.” Standing back up, she just kept eye contact with this guy who was way too handsome for someone of his power level. “Listen up, oldtimer. If you want an apology, forget it – unless you honestly think you can fight me and win. Then I might just reconsider my way of greeting you.” With another grin, Hinawa’s sky-blue eyes flashed red for a short moment.
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Zefonse
Newcomer
PL: 13,052; Bio-Metabolise (x3 current): (Not Available yet) Items: Sword, 1-Use space pod Zeni: 500
Tag: @zefonse
OOC Name: Saiyan, Namekian, Human
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Post by Zefonse on May 28, 2015 0:34:15 GMT
What was this... blonde haired child before him. While he had gotten use to the strange demon like creatures of today, some of which seem to be lizards others people with tails. However what stood before him was something from his time long ago. They had high intelligent and possessing magical abilities that increase with their age and wisdom. According to Yōkai folklore, all foxes have the ability to shapeshift into women. Was it the case here? After All things compared to his time, what seemed like magic is most likely the strange energy flowing throughout this land. However she had potential she was ready to stand before a tsunami of steel and used her own natural instincts to avoid the mental images he had made. Instinct or Intuition is born from vast amounts of experience in an area such as combat. It can help the user avoid attacks unseen to the naked eye or attack the vitals of an enemy that has never been faced before. It is also versatile as it can be applied to many different areas such as helping people find food. Intuition can also pick up on things invisible to the naked eye, like pheromones. To think she would of done all of that towards Zefonse routine. By imagining a scenario or event strongly enough, a person is able to cause an impression of that scenario or event that it actually occurs, whether that be imagining stress and forming an ulcer or imagining an attack succeeding and having it actually succeed. To fully utilize the effects of the technique it requires an astonishing level of concentration and self-confidence. She might one day surpass him in pure skill if she ever refined it.
This child mental state was questionable when she let out a chuckle while knocked back. At least she was unharmed Zefonse trained for many years to become as good with martial arts as his blade. What he lacks with this strange power, he makes up with sheer skill and styles. But as he looked over her, he noticed more and more about her that gave him more insight. The body tone was that of a brawler, the scar under her eye a wound from the fight. Zefonse also felt how light her own weight was, maybe haven’t had a large meal in ages. The child before him is a fighter, one born from some semblance of tragedy. The aura she let out seemed to match his own power, but what he saw before her Aura vanished was raging beast who would maimed itself just to slash the nearest person. However when she picked up the dog by the neck, Zefonse was ready to get the dog away from her uncalled for behavior towards the small thing, but once she sat it down and petted it... he saw for a brief moment a lost child. When he finally stood tall he suddenly found himself being scared into the yes by her... this was strange why was she so clos-.... oh he can tell now his instinct allowed him to smell the faint pheromones then again this might be the case of her young nature whatever the case it was still odd to sense.
“You may think I forgot about everything.” Zefonse said in reply, the image he used was showing what he do to her if he really gone though the attack, he would of made sure to force her away from the people, and into a area to lock down her more agile movements. She might have good raw power and instinct, however Zefonse is a seasoned warrior who uses everything around him as a weapon. With words that just confused him further “Medieval enthusiast?” Such a strange word Zefonse had to ponder the meaning...but she kept asking things that should be common sense. “It’s a changdao it’s a symbol of p-” before he could even finished she already had changed her mind and stood up herself, even her tone was cocky. “I don’t mean to sound rude miss.....” Quickly trying to adjust his confusion into almost awkwardness seriousness. “Is launching attacks at people who were merely walking a form of greeting in this t- I mean city?”
Zefonse had to dig himself into a weird mess, after all he does seem to attract weirdos of all shapes and sizes in this time. Taking a breath he went towards a nearby ATM after seeing people messing with it and seeing what's seemed to be money? “Strange” he said as he pressed buttons on the ATM but nothing happened, so he pressed harder accidently breaking it and sounding an alarm from it...which made Zefonse back up slightly “Is this suppose to do this?” The alarm loudly ringing in his ears, turning his back towards it, and hand on the hilt of his blade hilt would draw it so quickly a gust of wind gushed out. The ATM fell silent... and fell apart into tiny pieces of metal and steel, with some money flying out, quickly placing his blade up. He watched as a bunch of citizens grabbing the money and running, yelling their thanks. “I wonder why thanked m-”
Next thing he knew police cars had appeared before him telling him to drop his weapon. “Did I do something wrong?” He would ask Hinawa in utter confusion and not even caring about the couple of cops aiming guns towards him.
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Post by Hinawa on May 28, 2015 14:00:42 GMT
In this world, a lot of weird people existed, including Hinawa, the fox girl so fixated with fighting and combat that you could mistake her for being the very thing she hated, the Saiyans. But then, there was... this guy. A guy so weird that even Hinawa was slowly losing her wish to beat the crap out of him simply because of how... confusing and awkward he was. Normally she just punched awkward guys in the face, but this guy wasn't just awkward - he also looked like a warrior, which didn't fit in AT ALL. Just who was this person?
First, he refuted her claim that he had forgotten about his surroundings to fight, and she just glared at him in return. To her, it certainly only seemed like he was swinging that gigantic sword around to cut her up - not like he'd give a crap if a real fight between them would ruin the landscape around them. And why would he care, anyway? Fights were there to lose oneself in them. To delve deeply into instinct, rage and unleash it all. It wasn't a place for caring, or for trying NOT to destroy things while also trying to kill someone else. Such feelings would only get you killed on the battlefield, for sure.
"Of course launching kicks at someone isn't normal around here, genius. That doesn't stop ME from doing so on people that give me a terrible first impression." Dismissing his stupid comment about the city, he just confused her more and more. The incredible lust for fighting him was slowly getting lower and lower. Just who was he? That question now dominated her, instead of 'How do I get him to fight me'. His sword was a... changdao? The girl had never heard of such a weapon before. Not that she was the most knowledgeable about weapons used by the supernatural martial arts, but this guy was incredibly skilled with it, her instincts told her that much during their short preparation to clash violently. It wasn't just a weapon, it was an extension of his body in how he moved with it... The highest level of martial skill, to wield a tool of war with such precision that it rivaled perfection. That changdao was almost as long as she was tall, from her rough estimation.
"H-hey, what are you-" Hinawa snapped out of her short contemplation about who this person was when he walked up to an ATM, pressing random buttons. Then... he broke one, with his supernatural strength. A world of cardboard, for him just as much as it was for her, huh? And he definitely seemed surprised as the alarm rang... Wait, did he not know what an ATM was? She herself had robbed one before, and she definitely KNEW what she was doing when she punched her way to the money and ripped it out of there. Slapping herself on the forehead, she was barely able to hold back the scream of 'Of course not!' when he asked if the ATM was supposed to do this, until the guy...
Cut the ATM into scrap. With the wind generated by ONE of his swings. By apparent accident. Okay, what kind of guy was this?! That had not even been a Ki attack! In fact, even when preparing to fight, the guy had not activated any Ki of his own! With the sirens of police cars approaching and the guy looking towards her, in utter confusion, as to what just happened, she slapped her forehead again. It was so simple! The only way someone this powerful could be THIS clueless... was amnesia. Perhaps a good blow to the head to where his hair covered the bruise or whatever, gotten in training or in a real fight, and now he had spotty memory... That seemed most likely. Hell, this guy was probably more lost in the world than even HER, the Kitsune girl roaming from city to city, and that was quite impressive. That also explained the intense reflexes of the sword-fighter.
"...You're so clueless that it would bother even ME to just leave you hanging." With a bemused sigh, Hinawa shook her head, a small smirk on her face - almost a full, bemused smile, but not quite. Strange, she couldn't even remember the last time before today when she laughed, let alone smiled. The police sirens and calls to 'get away from the armed man' and for him to 'drop his weapon' were getting on her nerves, though. Without any warning, she suddenly dashed through the air, right over to the policemen, and past every single one, janking away their weapons. Then, in good view for all of them, she floated in mid-air, the guns between her hands... And with a little bit of effort, she pressed the metal together, breaking and bursting apart all of their weapons to their horrified faces, still with a smirk on the face of the floating Kitsune.
Dropping the ball of rough metal that had once been a bunch of guns to the ground, she floated back over to the swordsman next to the ATM, turning around in mid-air to be face to face with him, with a bit more distance now. Otherwise, she might just do something... rash and emotional from being too close to him, and actually being at the same height now, thanks to floating. "Y'know what, I'll be generous today, for once." said the girl, as the policemen in the background were cowering behind their cars or even getting into them and driving off in fear, some calling for backup, others clearly just wishing to get as much distance between themselves and the two freaks as possible. "I'll help you get to know the world around you enough so you won't go and accidentally break half the city. In exchange, something that'll actually help us both. You will help me get stronger." Her smirk turned into a small smile, which showed her prominent, sharp fangs that she had once used to rip flesh off of a demon - gleaming white and sharp enough to cut through metal. "I've got a nose for this, you're powerful." For half a second, her eyes flashed from blue to red again. "I want some of that power in exchange for helping you. And you'll get to actually train with someone who can keep up with you, because I'm just as strong as you are. Do we have a deal, tall, dark and... mysterious stranger?" She had to be careful, she almost called him handsome. While it wouldn't have been a lie, she didn't want this guy to think he could just use his pretty face to influence her.
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Nov 3, 2016 22:34:46 GMT
Hinawa: 4282 zeni. 3994 > 8276 Zefonse: Let myself or another staff member what you'd like via tagging one of us in the thread here, when you return!
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