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Post by Polar on Aug 26, 2015 21:22:00 GMT
The barely functioning spacepod had dropped from the abyss of Outer Space, and into the atmosphere of the Planet Earth. It was just as Polar had remembered--a lush green and blue marble that stood out from it's neighbors. The pod, Polar could tell, was getting hotter on the inside. He felt a sweat drip from his brow. He must be entering the atmosphere.
For a moment, things seemed to be going as planned. (Well, that would be a poor choice of wording. The former lance corporal didn't quite have a plan.) Unfortunately, his luck was running thing. Red warning lights began to flash and a siren wailed as the pod began to shake violently.
"WARNING," the console stated in a monotone feminine voice, "Spacepod has begun to destabilize. Eject immediately."
By that time, the pod was well within Earth's atmosphere in the middle of the stratosphere. That resistance, combined with a strong gravitational pull must have been causing the destabilization.
The Arcosian, who had since the battle of Kanassa, reverted to his suppressed form, leaped from his seat. There was no returning to space. This junker's thrusters couldn't triumph over Earth's allure. He sent his foot into the door, which broke it off the hinges and sent it flying to the ground below. He stood on the edge of the pod with arms grasping the upper ledge of the doorway. The air blew all around him, trying to suck his body from the pod. He didn't resist.
Grasping a green-colored scouter that resided within the pod, the Arcosian allowed the wind to take him as he leaped from his vessel. For a while, he merely fell in a skydiving position. Like a graceful eagle, however, he began to glide forward, before completely bolting through the sky. Finally, he made a landing within a rich congregation of trees.
Not a minute afterwards, Polar heard an blast that surely came from the machine he traveled here on. Judging by the sound of it, as well as the smoke that soon erupted into the sky, it wasn't far from where he was.
This was surely not a good way to commence his return to Earth. There was no doubt that he'd inevitably attracted unwanted attention.
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Thread PL: 7,294
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Aug 26, 2015 22:01:36 GMT
[Thread PL: 14,216. Heavy Weights on. PL with weights: 3,554.]
Raisu had come back to the Bamboo Forest. He hadn’t planned on it, originally, but sometimes life takes unexpected turns. He’d heard of a village past the forest that was famous for its fruit orchards. Allegedly, it produced the tastiest, biggest apples that this side of the world had ever seen. Not that Raisu considered himself an apple connoisseur, but if he was in the area, surely it was worth a visit. It would be nice to just say that he had visited the place. After all, that was the entire point of all this. To see and experience new things. He’d being doing himself a disservice if he didn’t explore.
The foliage around him shifted with the breeze, and he could hear the occasional woodland creature rustle in the distance. Another fine day, as it often was. He was quite enjoying this simple walk through the forest. No murder, no destruction, nothing but peace and quiet. It was nice, being able to walk without fear of being dived upon from the sky, or seeing deadly flashes of light explode in front of him. He could get used to this, even if a part of him knew life wasn’t quite this simple. It only took a moment for things to change, for better or for worse. From here on out, though, he hoped for the better.
Something heavy was hanging in the air around him, like some feeling of foreboding. Was something about to happen? Perhaps. He looked behind him. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just the path he’d come from, and the trees. Then what was it? Maybe he was just being paranoid. Perhaps past experiences had gotten to him. Or maybe it was something else.
And then he sensed it. A hamfisted hand against his mind. A ki signature, far above him. A strong one, too. Too strong to be your average human. His eyes jolted upwards, and he spotted it: something falling from the sky. A spacepod? And what followed just came from it? A figure?
He watched it for as long as he could, before it broke from his line of sight below the tree line. And then an explosion, coming from within the forest. Well, he thought, it must have landed. He’d head for the pod. Perhaps the figure from it would head there. And if it did, perhaps it needed help. After all, that pod hadn’t looked very sturdy. And very few people jump from a hurtling space pod if things were going well. He ran towards the pod, as fast as his weighted legs would carry him. He was getting used to them now. The weights, not the legs. He’d had the legs for quite a while already. His entire life, in fact. Branches tore at his bag and clothes, the occasional twig catching on him. He was used to running through the woods by now, accustomed to the annoyances that came with it. It wouldn’t slow him. Not anymore than his weights already did, anyway.
And then he reached the pod. He’d smelled it first. Black smoke, billowing through the forest. Luckily, nothing caught fire. Very lucky indeed, he thought as he looked at the pod. It was old, incredibly so. He was surprised that this thing had once flew. It didn’t look like it could. Whoever had been flying it was lucky he’d been able to escape. Sparks flew from the electronic and metal husk. No sign of the pilot yet, but Raisu would wait. He could still sense the ki signature. Whoever had been piloting this thing survived, at least. He’d keep an eye on the signature. If it didn’t move, he’d go to it.
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Post by Polar on Aug 27, 2015 22:56:41 GMT
Dusting himself off, the lost Arcosian looked around. No one seemed to have shown up yet.
A sudden sharp pain hit his chest, and he grasped his bandages. Of course. He had forgotten all about that. Polar should still be recovering, but, thanks to the healing, he was in much better condition. And he did not have the luxury to rest. He had to be constantly on the move now.
His scouter began to beep violently as he looked northward. Despite his first time using the device, it was easy to interpret the data presented by it. Through the lime green visor, a transparent number, approximately three thousand, flashed. It was a power level.
As far as Polar knew, the majority of Earthlings rarely had a significant power level, even Hakuri. This surely meant trouble. Leaping into the sky above the trees, Polar looked toward the smoke in hopes of finding his downed pod. Indeed he did see where it was, but he didn’t intend to go swooping in. The Arcosian needed a more stealthy approach.
He landed back onto the clearing, and entered the forest. Moving through the brush, he attempted to move stealthily. Polar could feel the thorns scratching against his skin, but thanks to his naturally tough skin, it was hardly painful.
Reaching a clearing, Polar hide behind a congregating of bushes, taking a peak through the leaves. It was, indeed, the pod he came here on—at least what remained of it. And…what was this?
A skinny human in a pink jacket had flown in, and immediately began examining the crash. Polar seemed to be correct. This incident had gotten him some unwanted attention. He quickly clocked the man’s power level. Three thousand.
That’s him.
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Aug 28, 2015 13:15:00 GMT
The ki signature had come close now. Whoever the pilot had been, he was probably coming to check on his spacecraft. Surely he knew what poor condition it must be in at this point. After all, he'd jumped from it. The figure stopped just beyond the clearing. Raisu closed his eyes and focused. Just beyond the clearing. Was he scared of Raisu? He might be. After all, he'd just crashlanded on a foreign planet. It was natural to be a little scared.
He turned in the direction of the ki signature and called out to who he assumed was the pilot. From what he could tell, it was the initial signature he had senses anyway.
"Hey, you okay? I'm here to help you!"
Hopefully he understood. Raisu stopped to consider the danger to himself. Here he was, in a clearing, offering to help whoever just crashlanded on a planet in troublesome times. He sure could be stupid. But that's just who he was. If he hadn't stopped to help, he'd have felt guilty knowing that somebody out there might need him and he hadn't lifted a finger to help. He'd not live with that on his mind.
Everything in the forest had seemed to quiet, except for the occasional crackling from the pod. Smoke hanged on the air, not the kind one might expect from a campfire, but harsh, bitter smoke from melting materials. Not nearly as good as the former. The smell of whatever strange materials that were burning invaded his nose, nesting there among the forest smells. Raisu couldn't say he welcomed the smell, but there was nothing he could do about it.
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Post by Polar on Aug 28, 2015 18:45:58 GMT
Polar saw the young man turn to the direction he was in and called out. His instincts told him to strike, but his sense gave him some restraint. The intruder may have heard his rustling, as he didn't seem to know of the Arcosian's exact location. This could be used to his advantage.
However, oddly enough, the child expressed a desire to assist Polar. Was it a trick? Even if it was, would it be wise to move. Surely he would hear the rustling. After all, the boy was right on top of him.
The tall, wintery blue and white alien stood with a finger pointed at the his opponent, ready to strike his Death Beam at any moment. Although his power level was leagues above Raisu's, he hardly trusted it. From his time on Planet Kanassa, he'd become accustomed to trickery and mirages. Not to mention that Earthlings were full of surprises...
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Aug 30, 2015 16:20:35 GMT
The pilot seemed to stop moving within the bushes. Was he scared? Understandable if he was. Most people would be, given his situation. Not as if he chose to land here and in such a way. Raisu waited a few seconds before calling back out to him.
"I can feel your ki," he said, "It's okay if you want to come out. I know you're there."
And then he thought that perhaps the pilot couldn't move. After all, he had jumped from a spacepod.
"Can you move? Like, can you give me a sign? Or talk to me?"
This was assuming the pilot was even able to speak at the moment, or move. For all he knew, he'd expended all his energy just to make it here. Raisu took a few tenative steps towards the bushes, not wanting to startle the pilot.
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Post by Polar on Aug 30, 2015 18:06:49 GMT
He can sense ki.
There was no longer any point in playing hide and seek, then. Emerging from the bushes, the first thing the kid might see was Polar's extended finger. The tall Arcosian was somewhat the same height, if not taller Raisu. Much of his skin was a frostbite blue, with his neck, hands, and feet somewhat lighter in color. It was also coaxed in soot. His natural armoring was white, but his chest was covered in bandage. He'd likely had escaped a huge battle.
Still, he didn't seem too hurt, despite his battle-worn appearance. Whether it was true, or merely his pride masquerading it was anyone's guess.
"State your name, Earthling," the Arcosian demanded coldly.
His scowl was a scowl of mistrust. Yet, he didn't fire. That, however, did not mean he was afraid to. He didn't dare relent his stance.
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Sept 1, 2015 13:41:15 GMT
And then an alien emerged from the bushes, finger extended. Raisu looked at him with bewilderment, and then it hit him: he was ready to attack if need be. Raisu's face became blank and he held his hands in front of him, palms out, trying to show he was unarmed. And then he realized that usually ki attacks were accompanied by outward palms. Cursing himself, he rushed to put his hands in his pockets. As best he could anyway, with the large weights at his wrists.
He was a strange looking alien, but not unfamiliar looking. Had he seen one on the television before? An Arcosian, he thought. Was that what they were called? Raisu had to admit, he was woefully unworldly for someone who was traveling. What was strange was that this one looked injured, which was almsot to be expected given the circumstances of his arrival, but those wounds looked more like the product of battle.
The Arcosian asked his name. Demanded it, actually. Raisu was not in a place to deny him, of course.
"M-my name is Raisu. I came to help."
He stuttered a bit, unready for the sudden turning of the tables.
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Post by Polar on Sept 1, 2015 17:50:51 GMT
The young man had extended his arms. A younger Polar would've attacked then. Fortunately, the Arcosian noticed his fidgety manner. Raisu abruptly retreated his hands into his pockets at the realization of his offensive move. Polar lowered his finger. The Earthling was clearly nervous, but he didn't lower his guard.
"You're powerful," the Arcosian observed, "for an Earthling. Why are you out here?"
It seemed like a presumptuous question to ask. After all, Polar was the alien invader here. Even more so, it was obvious why he was out here, but Polar desired to analyze how the human would answer, to ease his suspicions.
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Sept 2, 2015 10:53:10 GMT
The Arcosian called him an Earthling. Well, he was half-right. At least in terms of blood. He was probably completely correct in regards to demeanor and background. But at least he'd called him powerful, which was always nice. But the question lingered: why was he out here? It was a good question. After all, why would he be? He was on foot, in the middle of a forest. Not the most likley place to be. Perhaps if they had met in some corner store in the city, the question would have been in poor taste, but out here? Almost expected.
"I was just passing through," he began, "When I felt your ki signature suddenly. I looked up and saw the pod and I saw you jump. I came out here because I figured you'd be going back towards your pod and you might need help."
Raisu slowly explained himself, trying to keep calm. He'd hate to upset the alien even more.
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Post by Polar on Sept 6, 2015 16:42:19 GMT
Ki signature? he quietly asked himself. Of course.
The ability to sense Ki wasn't new to Polar. He had heard of it, and he even knew Hakuri possessed the ability.
Polar lowered a finger. It seemed there was nothing to fear, it seemed--for now anyways. He crossed his arms and glanced down at the slightly shorter male.
"Rather generous of you."
There was still a stern suspicion in Polar's tone, but much less than it was before. He glanced out of the corner of his eye toward the wrecked pod. He doubted there would be anything worth using that wasn't broken or lost in his daring escape.
Returning his gaze to the male, he pondered. If his PL was really three-thousand, she'd hardly be a threat.
It's never that simple.
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Sept 6, 2015 16:53:37 GMT
The alien lowered his finger, and spoke. Well, Raisu was still alive for the moment. That was a positive. Now, to see if he could help the alien.
"Well, we're all in this together you know."
He smiled. Raisu meant that much. If people could work together, or actually cared for one another, the world would be a better place. And one should be the change they want to see. Or at least that's what he was always told. He stepped towards the alien again.
"What's your name? How can I help?"
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Post by Polar on Sept 6, 2015 19:11:48 GMT
Raisu stepped forward, and Polar's finger's drummed against his upper arm anxiously. He lowered his arms and walked past the Saiyan toward the pod, not showing the same level of care as he.
"My name is Polar," replied Polar, turning his back to the boy, but occasionally giving him a glance out of the corner of his eye. He bent over to examine the contents of the pod.
"And you may help me by returning to where you came from."
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Sept 8, 2015 11:55:40 GMT
Polar? As in like ice and winter? It was certainly fitting. The alien had such a cold demeanor. A result of fear? Perhaps. The alien, Polar, walked towards him and past him, inspecting what was left of his pod. He told Raisu to return from where he came from. Yes, certainly a cold individual.
"What? Are you serious?"
He looked at the alien with disbelief. That certainly wasn't wise to turn down help. Perhaps it was pride. Or, like he suggested earlier, fear. But Raisu could be persistent. He'd stick around.
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Post by Polar on Sept 12, 2015 5:45:06 GMT
"Does my tone indicate insincerity?" Polar replied rhetorically and coldly.
He was certainly, and whether or not it was a result of his own mistrust or just his usual mannerisms was up to debate.
Polar frowned as he found little in the pods, besides a few broken scouters and few empty containers that were supposed to contain preserves and first aid. He shook his head.
What am I to do now?
Turning around, he wasn't surprised to find Raisu was still there. She was persistent, he'd give him that.
"What do you want?" asked the Arcosian once again, as if he didn't hear--or accept--Raisu's reply.
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