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Post by Okora Freid on Nov 3, 2015 4:45:23 GMT
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Okora sat by the small fire he had got burning as he stared into the desert sky. The stars were shining bright and Okora couldn't help but think about Planet Vegeta. He had always wondered what growing up there for his father was like. Okora had to imagine that it was harsh considering how hard his father could be when they would train. His father had once told him that the gravity on Planet Vegeta was much higher than it was on Earth. Noin, his dad, never talked about his childhood much. Only saying that his mother was alive and well and that his father had been killed long ago by some alien race he had been sent to exterminate. Okora had always hated that story as he didn't want to think of his family as killers.
With a grunt Okora sprang into the air and did a frontflip over the fire. When he landed he immediately went into a series of punches and kicks at a high speed. ~If I sit around thinking about dad all the time I'll never get stronger!~ He thought as he ended the flurry of strikes with a yell and a green ki-blast that exploded about twenty feet away from him. The explosion sent up a cloud of sand into the air which would more than likely attract attention to any wanderers in the desert.
Okora breathed in and out rapidly before opening the palm of his right hand and charging a baseball sized orb of ki. With a grunt he threw it into the air and zipped towards it; catching it and throwing it once more. He repeated this exercise until the ki orb started to glow and Okora launched it into the air. Moments later it exploded into a dazzling green light. If the earlier sand cloud didn't attract attention than the light show certainly would. Okora crossed his arms as a smirk came across his face. "Ha! Yeah I must be one of the strongest on the planet! Wait until dad sees me!"
Sir Figgles
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Post by Sir Figgles on Nov 3, 2015 10:34:57 GMT
(Lightweights on: 5804)
His journey began in the desert. What was simply research for a movie role. It became the place where he discovered the pool of green energy that lain dormant inside him for too long. Not only that, he also met three strange individuals. The green pygmy that he hasn't quite gotten the name of. Despite his strange obsession with mustard and odd appearance, he seemed quite kind. Then there was the Arcosian, who he hadn't gotten the name of. Though slightly stand offish, still not terrible company. Finally the odd lady with a sword. Further proof that the actor really needed to work on introductions. He would meet all three again in West Capitol to fight off the Saiyan invasion. His power has more than doubled since his time in the desert. While most of his peers would accept this new plataeu. He felt as if he just opened his eyes to a new part of the world. Much bigger than the world he knew. With much more unexplored territory.
He never thought he would find himself taking building sized leaps into the back to the desert, but there he was. Each leap covering hundreds of meters. While he hopped along, he pondered about some of the sights he saw from those three individuals. Like the fact that they seemed to fly. A whole lot less awkward looking than his means of hopping. Maybe he should try to figure that out , or maybe he should figure out a way to conserve this ki stuff. He felt like a child presented with one million different flavors of candy. Yet he could only pick two or three. His wandering thoughts made him almost oblivious to the lightshow ahead of him. Nearly leaping right into the blast, of course made him a whole lot more aware of it.
It was ki. He knew from the sight of it. And oddly enough, it was nearly the same color as his. This ki was green. His own leaned more toward an aquamarine. He blinked and looked around for the source of the blast. He leaped in that direction. And there he spies what appears to be a teenager. Someone who mastered ki already? At such a young age? Was this guy a prodigy? Or was this not as esoteric of a concept to begin with? His mind wondered a bit, trying to figure out just where he learned the word esoteric from. It's not something he'd use in conversation. He has to will his meandering thoughts back to the task at hand.
"That was cool! Are you a martial artist too?"
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Post by Okora Freid on Nov 4, 2015 5:12:15 GMT
Okora heard another voice in the sandy dunes. Perking his ears and turning towards the sound Okora would grin as he saw another living being. He then heard the man ask a question and his grin turned into a concentrated frown as he made an "uhhhh" and scratched the top of his head. Sure he had been trained to fight and control his ki but his father had always just called it fighting. With a shrug of his shoulders the boy answers. "Yeah I am I guess." Okora noticed what seemed to be an impressed look on the man's face and his pride instantly grew. A cocky smirk appeared on his face as he crossed his arms and flexed to make himself appear bigger.
"Yep one of the best marital artists around" He said matter-of-factly without realizing he had used the wrong term. The boy was certainly not an expert in the art of marriage. He raised his leg and unleashed a flurry of kicks to furtherly impress the man. "You know I could teach you a few things. Maybe get you up to par!" He said before doing a bicycle-kick and, instead of landing back on the ground, hovered over the ground a few feet. "There is nobody around for miles I would guesstimate. A little sparring match ain't gonna hurt nothing except for you and the sand." Okora said with some challenge in his tone as the smirk grew bigger.
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Post by Sir Figgles on Nov 4, 2015 8:23:39 GMT
Whether or not Figgles noticed the verbal slip up, he didn't show it. He was excited about the concept of meeting another ki user. Being a newbie at the whole thing kind of made him wish to find someone with more expertise. His mind wandered off momentariy while he things back to the last time he actually formed a ki ball. Could he still do it? He hasn't done it since fghting in West capitol. His left handout, resting at his belt line. He imagined the vortex at the core of his body. One faintly emerged on his hand until it warped itself into a baseballe sized sphere. Translucent green with an aquamarine core. He chuckled, proud of a task he accomplished already.
"Wow, we're almost the same color. Do colors mean anything?"
He tossed it backward over his shoulder. Sending it to detonate on a dune. A mass of sand particles flying into the air before they rained down. He watched the little show going on, not seeming too impressed until the very end of the bicycle kick. Was that kid hovering?
"How do people do that. I can like leap over tall buildings. I just can't get the floating thing down. Is it that ki stuff that I was told about?"
He was still amazed by flying. His ears perked up at spar. Honestly he had felt his growth, but never had a chance to test it out.
"Yeah a spar would be good. I was totally unprepared when those Say-uh-jins arrived. I need to get stronger if they try to attack again"
He spent a lot of effort trying to pronounce saiyans. And the look on his face seemed to show he was unsure he actually pronounced it correctly
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Post by Okora Freid on Nov 5, 2015 4:35:28 GMT
"The colors? Uh yeah maybe I don't know. I've never really tried changing colors it's just always been green. Huh maybe it has something to do with your soul or something? Eh it is too deep to think about right before a spar." Okora said as he landed back on the ground and assumed a fighting stance. He spread his feet apart and put one fist next to his face and the other extended towards Figgles. That's when he heard the man ask about flying. A sweat drop rolled down his face as a bewildered look took over. "You don't know how to fly...?" Okora bursted out laughing before stopping himself and attempting to explain with a grin on his face. "How can you control ki but not know how to fly? Haha, anyways, to fly I just sorta focus part of my ki underneath me and leap up into the air. I keep it under me and use it to boost me upwards, forwards, side to side, and backwards. It's not too hard."
Okora then heard him butcher the pronunciation of Saiyan and, even though he had messed up how to say martial arts, got very annoyed. His pride flared up as his father's race was disrespected. "Hmph, it is pronounced Saiyan. Anyways I guess you just kinda affirmed my theory that Satan City wasn't the only place attacked." His face became more serious as he reassumed his fighting stance. Figgles had messed up the pronunciation of half his lineage and had annoyed Okora by doing it. The boy decided he wouldn't hold back in this spar and that he would make sure Figgles would never forget how to pronounce Saiyan. He smirked as an air of green appeared around him before it burst into a flame-like ki. He was flaring his aura in order to intimidate his opponent.
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Post by Sir Figgles on Nov 5, 2015 6:20:40 GMT
Sir Figgles decided against explaining to the young man that he only found out about this ki stuff a few weeks ago. No, it would probably only lead to more guffaws. He figured he's just listen to the lesson about flight and study it independently. He was nearly oblivious to the sudden tone shift when the teenager corrected him about the Saiyans. He pronounced the name wrong, but why did he seem so offended? Of course from the pronunciation the teenager stated, a question raged in his mind. The thing about questions that raged in his mind. They rarely ever stayed within his mind.
"Why the heck did the lady on the loud speaker put the j in there?"
The question was mostly to himself. But it was still out-loud. A flaming green aura wrapped around the teen, causing a brow to raise. He saw that on the rude sword lady. But she seemed to be offended when he politely told her she was on fire.A green aura surrounded as well. Less of an outward manifestation of raging flame. It was a halo, an outline of light. His knees tucked inward. feet pigeon toed. Fists held at belt line. (( Wing Chun horse Stance ))
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Post by Okora Freid on Nov 11, 2015 1:53:01 GMT
((Sorry for such a long wait Figgles. Weekend was super busy and I needed a rest yesterday.))
He raised an eyebrow as he heard his opponent mention a lady over a loudspeaker. A confused look came over his face as he mentioned she had put a J in it. "How many people on Earth don't understand how to say Saiyan right? I mean i if a race attacked me I would bother to learn how to pronounce their name correctly." He sighed though as he realized what he had just said was irrelevant to the events about to unfold. Those events involving him kicking the ass of his ignorant human opponent. Okora hopped on the balls of his feet for a moment before kicking off and yelling as he flew towards Figgles. He would swing his fist in an upper-cut to the man's gut. He was hoping the blow would knock the air out of him and stun him long enough for Okora to get the upper-hand fast.
If this tactic did work Okora would follow it up with a flurry of punches to the man's chest before planting a kick on Figgle's face. This would be a hard kick and would send Figgles flying back if it landed. To end the combo Okora would launch a ki blast at the human.
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Post by Sir Figgles on Nov 13, 2015 3:38:40 GMT
Figgles had been wearing weighted wristbands and boots for a long time. While he trained to the point of doing normal every day things with them on. He hadn't exactly done a lot of sparring in them. He could normally block a simple uppercut. But his hands weren't as quick as they normally were. They missed the mark and the punch connected. The only thing that saved him from seeing stars was his abdominal muscles tensing at the right moment. Landing the first strike gave Okora the upperhand. Figgles had to be honest, he never sparred with an opponent this strong. Even the Saiyans in West Capitol were weaker than him. But Figgles let the barrage of punches happen. He relied on his ability to tank the shots. His rippled torso was the area of his body to do it. Figgles breathed evenly. Letting Okora have the upper-hand. He knew the kid's confidence would raise. And a confidant opponent would make bolder moves.
That bolder move happened to be a high head kick. Figgles lifted his left arm up to catch the incoming foot. His free hand rocketing forword in an attempt to connect with a palm heel upper-cut to the chin. Normally an instant knockout kind of blow. But Figgles intent was only to stagger. If the attack connects he would toss the captured leg to the side and follow up with a forward thrust kick to the chest.
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Post by Okora Freid on Nov 14, 2015 0:19:47 GMT
"Damn!"
The young saiyan hybrid exclaimed as his leg was caught. This guy was stronger than he had originally thought. Okora didn't even see Figgle's heel-palm strike, and his head flew back as his eyes widened with shock. He couldn't move for a second and the next thing Okora knew he was flying through the air. The boy used his ki to stop himself before he crashed into a large sand dune. His aura flared higher as his anger grew as a ball of ki grew simultaneously with it in his right palm. Okora dashed forwards and threw the ki-ball at Figgles. The ball would miss him though as it was not meant to hit him. No, the ball of pure energy hit the ground a few yards in front of the man and exploded. A cloud of sand blanketed the area because of it and Okora smirked as he ran into it.
The boy knew he had successfully blinded both he and his opponent and Okora already had an ace up his sleeve. Back when he was young and training with his father in the forest blizzards would often hit. They would continue training but eventually the snow flurries became too thick to see through, and his father would make a ball of ki to use as a light-source. Okora did just that as he formed a ball of ki in each hand. He launched one into the air over where he had last saw Figgles. Using the element of surprise he launched himself at his opponent as swung his open palm threw the air.
"Ki-Slap!" Okora exclaimed as he brought down his palm towards Figgles cheek. If his attack hit the ki-ball in his palm would explode on Figgles face and send him flying sideways. It would probably leave a burn mark or a bruise and would definitely sting.
Made a blinding sandstorm. Sorry Figs.
Ki-Slap used for 1,653 damage.
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Post by Sir Figgles on Nov 19, 2015 8:00:31 GMT
Doing nearly all his training in the dojo with only one real world combat experience, desert fighting was no part of his repertoire. So all the techniques he reduced to muscle memory really served no purpose when they still relied heavily on sight. All he could do was cross his arms over his face to black the incoming sand from his eyes and hope the kid gave away his position. An incoming green ball did just that. Figgles arched back to avoid the flying ball . It wasn't until after he dodged the blast that he realized he just placed himself right where his opponent wanted him. A palm across the cheek, wrapped in ki. The force indeed sent him flying back.
'Can't get turned around' he thought to himself. He shifted his body. Feet away from where he last stood. Knees bent to prepare for impact on the ground. Once he touched the ground, ki exploded down and left his feet. One of his powerful leaps he used to travel long distances, this time horizontal. He sped back to where he was struck .Left arm extended and glowing in an aquamarine aura. " LARIATO!" He shouted out hoping to connect his forearm to Okora's chest once distance is closed.
(Used lariat. 1915 damage))
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Post by Sir Figgles on Dec 6, 2015 3:23:30 GMT
Figgles planted his feet into the sand after hearing the resounding smack of a clean striking lariat. Most of the time he had to keep the move restrained. Her demolished countless sparring dummies, he'd hate to see what it would do to a human body. But this kid wasn't exactly holding back in what was supposed to be a friendly spar. Of course he couldn't help but cringe at the impact. Even with the weights slowing his movements, he could tell that he delivered something a lot more powerful. Even more so than what he hit the saiyans with in a life or death situation. In what was a probably a foolish move, Figgles dropped his stance.
"Hey, you alright?"
He asked. Hearing the ragged breaths from his opponent unsettled him. He thought about approaching Okora...up until the kid started screaming at him. Ok. He didn't know what kind of training this kid recieved, but things seemed to escalate rather quickly. So much so that even the ever oblivious Figgles caught on.
"Just chill, no need to...crap baskets."
He interrupted himself once he realized that Okora was performing another attack. The attack hit dead on, and the damage was something he didn't expect. He never been hit by something this powerful. Even the backhand of a raging oozaru wasn't this powerful. Oddly enough the force did not knock him back. But visible damage was done. His eyes lost all spark. His shoulders sagged limply. The lights were on, but no one was home.
A standing K.O.
'Move stupid body' His subconcious screamed out. Some extreme emotion welled up in him as well. Star pupil of the cricket dojo. It was supposed to mean something. He was supposed to be the best of the best. The cream of the crop. Instead, every time he turned around, he runs into someone else absurdly powerful with wicked cool techniques. All fluanting them so effortlessly. What was the difference between the poor bullied kid from long ago and him now? Where do all these people find this ability to push themselves to such hi levels. He knew he was growing, but he'll never catch up at this rate. He can't protect anyone. He can't inspire anyone.
((Intense Struggle: Pl 17,409 weighted. 21,761 max)
His aura, which used to be a simple bluegreen outline around his body violently expanded and whipped wildly in the form of flames. His eyes snap back open at the shock of energy running through him. Maw splits to loose a belting roar. An auditory representation of the power ripping though his body. He would have went for the attack, istead he was too stunned by what his body was doing.
"Wh...what is this?"
((Sorry about the wait. ))
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Post by Okora Freid on Dec 23, 2015 19:36:01 GMT
Okora breathed in and out heavily as he stared at Figgles. His shoulders were slumped forward and his arms hung limp beside him. They were still tingling from the amount of energy that had just flowed through them. Thought that would have been a knock-out blow for sure... heh, you're tougher than you look. Okora said as he clenched both his fists. The boy had been trained by his saiyan father for years and his father had never held back against him. Naturally this led to Okora never holding back against anything. His breathing became less ragged and he stood straight and raised an eyebrow as Figgles began to roar instensly. ~Ohh boy...~ Okora put his hands over his eyes as sand began to whip up around Figgles due to the energy output. Knowing that Figgles had achieved a level above himself Okora laughed ironically. Ten minutes ago I thought myself to be the strongest fighter on this world. Guess you proved me wrong...
But that classic saiyan pride welled up inside Okora and he sighed. His father would never be proud of him if he just gave up on the spar. Okora decided that he would try one more attack to try and best Sir Figgles. Let nobody ever say that I didn't try... He muttered under staggered breath as he dashed forward. Let's see what you got now! He yelled as he went in for an uppercut to Figgles gut. However, unlike the beginning of the math, Okora was much slower and weaker. If Figgles was not to caught up in his new power he could more than likely take Okora out rather easily.
((It's cool man. I've been pretty busy as of late so I think now would be a good time to end. Figgles one-shots Okora and the two say their goodbyes. Sound good to you?))
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Post by Sir Figgles on Jan 3, 2016 11:08:53 GMT
(Yeah. Probably. Nothing futzes with RP momentum like holidays xD)
Like most warriors. Be it saiyan or human, when one felt themselves sky rocket in power, they just HAVE to test it out. He stopped questioning where this new power came from. He more questioned what it can do. He reassumed his stance as he seen the youth rush forth. Figgles smirked, bounding forth as well.
"Cricket Style"
His knee jutted out in hopes to collide with Okora's gut. A second would follow to pop him into the air. He'd follow with a leap into the air and an attempt to spike the youth down with a pele kick.
"Soccer Foray!"
Of course with the untrained power boost straining his body. Figgles would likely collapse into the sand after the exertion
(( Soccer Foray :5,475))
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Post by Okora Freid on Jan 20, 2016 21:05:25 GMT
Okora grit his teeth in as the first blow struck home in his gut. A gust of air exploded from his mouth carrying in it's torrent drops of spit, and Okora was already so weak and stunned that he did not have a hope of blocking the second strike which sent him into the air. The pele kick was just the icing on the cake as Okora slowly realized that he had truly lost the spar. As Figgles' foot came crashing down on him the hybrid knew he would have to brace himself for impact with the ground as the energy to fly was not coming to him. A short second after this thought Okora flipped around and stuck his hands out and met the ground with enough force to make a small crater. Okora took the shock of the impact through his arms and transferred it to the ground as he used his sore arms to spring forward and flip in the air, landing on his feet.
Breathing heavily and without any fight left in his voice Okora spoke. Good *heave* good spar! Sorry for *heave* making it so, heh, intense there." He groaned and then grinned slightly as he turned to face the surely descending Figgles. "Ha, so it seems I'm not the strongest... but believe me sir I will get stronger! Maybe next time you'll know how to fly eh?" He said with jest in his voice as he crossed his arms. A slight groan could be heard from him as his entire body was extremely sore.
((So sorry for taking long again man!))
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