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Post by Callio on Dec 18, 2015 19:14:36 GMT
hands of time DAY AFTER DAY, LIKE A LIFETIME AWAY, I KEEP HOLDIN' ON Now this place was something to behold. Gizard Wasteland had been home to a great many of battles both in the past and in the future. In fact this Wasteland had been the sight of the defining battle of the Arcosian Invasion. The young hybrid kicked a nearby rock and watched as it skipped across the ground. "An Invasion that has yet to happen." he often forgot that he was no longer in the future. Events that he knew would happen had yet to occur and even then who was say they'd happen in the same manner? Was his coming here a mere cink in the world's overall fate? Had his brief actions in this timeline changed his future for the better? He didn't know. He wouldn't know until he managed to get back to the future. A task that was next to impossible considering that he had no idea how he got here in the first place. It didn't matter though, because if he knew how to get back he wouldn't' take it. Not until he knew he was strong enough to defend what he cared deeply for. Loss was painful and he never wished to experience someone forcing it to happen to him again. Which is why he knew his tumble through time was a gift. In the past he'd be able to sharpen his skills far better than in the future. He just needed to find himself a master, as disappointing as that sounded inside of his head. He couldn't learn anything on his own. All of the greats had someone to teach them, someone to push them along their path to greatest. Where was his? In this giant orb of a planet where his sensei? It certainly seemed like he would never be able to find his Master Roshi. Frustration boiled inside of Cal at the thought of not being able to improve himself, to grow strong. His Ki spiked and his with a flick of his wrist he shot forth a ball of Ki, it hit against the ground and exploded. "I swear Sarah...I'll get stronger...for you...for everyone."
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Post by Toma on Dec 20, 2015 15:49:44 GMT
Gizard Wasteland. A large, desecrated area of land formed of rocky pillars, and high temperatures. Toma sat upon one of these large pillars, his legs crossed, his eyes closed. He had been here a few times already. It had been a while since he was here last, having had his battle with a Namekian when his power level was around 10,000. But that felt like years ago. The Namekian had met his end at the hands of Athren, another Saiyan that had been the first in a thousand years to transform into a Super Saiyan. Athren and the Namekian had both been Toma's friends, but he hadn't had the chance to speak to them in a while. They seemed to have disappeared off the face of the planet.
Dressed in his orange and blue Turtle Gi, gifted to him by his wife, the previous turtle hermit, Toma had his eyes closed, thinking to himself. He thought of his home, Sylor. His wife. His children. What he could do to protect them. He had retired from fighting some time ago, and he was still considered to be a pretty strong person. But he was nothing compared to the best of the best. And that infuriated him. It was maddening! But, he supposed that was the price he had to pay for not training for so long. Hell, Ninjin had even lost the ability to transform into a Super Saiyan again!
He opened his eyes, moving from his cross-legged sitting position, to a standing one. Spreading his legs and bending his knees and elbows, Toma began channeling his inner energy. "Haaaaaa...." He began, the blue aura beginning to swirl around him. Rocks began to float in the air from his Ki, and the pillars around him began to crumble.
"Haaaaaa!" He shouted louder, his hair beginning to stand on it's end. His eyes began to turn a teal color. "HAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" His shouting echo'd through the air, the blue aura turning into that of a golden one. A bright light began emitting from him, bright enough to draw attention from those even without Ki sense. The pillars began crumbling, leaving Toma floating in the air, trying to force his body to become a Super Saiyan. He could feel it. He was so close. So damn close! But it was still just out of his reach.
The golden aura faded as Toma relaxed his body, his black hair falling back into place, his ki settling. He was panting and sweating, and soon enough even his eyes turned back to their normal black color. He sighed, raising his hand, looking down at it, and clenching it. He needed something more. He needed just that little push, that little extra bit to push him over the edge.
Maybe, today he might find that thing.
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Post by Callio on Dec 22, 2015 6:02:23 GMT
hands of time DAY AFTER DAY, LIKE A LIFETIME AWAY, I KEEP HOLDIN' ON He had been perfectly content with moping about in his own shallow pool of self-pity for the day; but then he felt something. Something scary. It had started out small at first. A tiny wave in the ocean of ki that was inside of the Wasteland and it probably would have gone unnoticed by Cal if it hadn't suddenly started to spike. Lapping against the shores of his senses and then crashing against it, until finally he was flooded by the overwhelming amount of power. Callio's knees buckled under the sudden amount of pressure he felt around himself. Every attempt to stand himself back up was met with an immediate push back towards the ground. It was a struggle to merely keep himself on his knees In fact the strain of trying to do so caused sweat to accumulate on his forehead. Cal found his breathing getting heavy and his eyes began to wide with fear as something suddenly came into his eyes. He had felt this kind of power once before. A power so great that it made the weak kneel and cower with fear. Surely what he was thinking couldn't be right though? This was the past and that person not only hailed from the future but was also dead. Unless...he wasn't? Unless like Callio he had fallen through the crack within time. There was only one way for him to find out; and that was to find the source of this overwhelming power. He forced the fear he was feeling down and instead focused on another emotion entirely. Anger. It was the only thing within him that overpowered it. The second the large surge of power faded and Callio was able to stand he began to move. Fast. He didn't even bother hiding his power level(not that he could anyway) but he did focus his ki on power he had just felt. It wasn't as large as it had been moments ago but it was noticeable. It didn't take him long to find his target. He stood facing the back of the man in the orange and blue Gi; his eyes filled with anger. His breathing was heavy both form running and because he still hadn't fully recovered from this strangers power. Was he truly a stranger though? Or was he... "Father, is that you?"
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Post by Toma on Dec 22, 2015 15:42:46 GMT
Toma had crossed his arms and closed his eyes, going back to thinking while floating in the air. He was absolutely frustrated that he just couldn't seem to become a Super Saiyan. It just never clicked! But, that didn't matter right now. Toma wanted to become strong, no matter what it took to gain the level of power he required. All he cared about was protecting the Earth and the inhabitants on it. Be it that he did it by becoming a Super Saiyan, or just increasing his base power level to stupid heights, he didn't care. He would do it.
It seemed like an impossible task, really. Increasing his power level to meet that of someone like Kaula, who had a power level of over three million. It seemed insane! But then, Toma felt another power level approaching him rapidly. Toma turned, staring at the boy who had come up to him, with a rather bored expression on his face. The man asked if Toma was his father, and a Star Wars joke popped into Toma's head. But he decided that now wasn't the time for it.
"Uh... No." He said blankly, raising an eyebrow. "My son is only an infant, so my being your dad is impossible. Who are you, kid?"
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Post by Callio on Dec 27, 2015 12:04:04 GMT
hands of time DAY AFTER DAY, LIKE A LIFETIME AWAY, I KEEP HOLDIN' ON As the Saiyan turned around to face him Cal could see the similarities between the stranger and his own father. Just because they looked similar didn't confirm that it was his dad, his words however? They were enough to tell Cal that the stranger was not the man he had thought he was. Relief should have been present within Cal when he received the information, but it wasn't. He couldn't manage to get the fear and anger to go away, so when the man asked who he was it he replied with a jaded tone. "You've no idea about impossible." his fingers tightened into a fist as he took deep breath and attempted to get his emotions under control. Yet. Just looking at this man whose hair and facial features mimicked the face of the man he hated, he just couldn't He let it out, "Time Travel is impossible right? Yet here I fucking am hundreds of years in the past." he looked up towards the sky. "Why though? Why send me into the past? To torture me with faces that haunted my dreams as a child." he shook his head and looked back towards the older Saiyan. "To answer your question I'm Callio a Half Saiyan from the not so distant future." he unfolded his fingers and sighed, "While you process what I've told you why don't you let me keep on talking." he chuckled, "You're close to it you know, being a Super Saiyan. I've only felt that level of power once before and it came from my father and he was on edge of it as well. Made a point to torture me with it." a low scoff escaped from Cal's lips "Don't suppose you'll end up doing the same thing to your son huh? Or are you one of those Saiyans who are nice and chipper?" a heavy sigh came from Cal and he shrugged his shoulder, "You know what...don't even bother to tell me it doesn't matter." He had probably just shared far too much information with a guy who had his own issues; but that's what happened when you got yourself caught up in your feelings. "I apologize if I bothered you at all, got way too much on my mind right now." clearly, and here he was spilling his guts to a stranger. He should just fly away right now and forget this ever happened, but something was keeping him rooted on the spot. Cal needed to see how this guy was going to react, how he was going to take everything in.
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Post by Toma on Jan 1, 2016 7:26:19 GMT
TOMA THE HERO The boy went on and on about being a time traveller, and being depressed and all that bullshit. He then introduced himself as Callio, and told Toma that he was on the verge of becoming a Super Saiyan. Toma found it a bit redundent that Callio was telling him something he already knew.
He then spoke about how his father apperently tortured him, and he asked Toma if he was going to do the same thing to his children. Toma found the question absured. Of course he wouldn't torture his children. He loved his family more than he loved himself. The boy then apologized, saying that he had a lot on his mind. Toma then had an idea.
He was going to beat the confidence back into this boy.
Toma moved quickly, like a blur, appearing infront of the boy. He'd then launch several punches with lightning fast speed, attempting to punch the boy all at once into a cliffside. If successful, Toma would then appear infront of where the boy landed again, staring at him. "You tell me that you are weak, and that your father tortured you with his Super Saiyan power." Toma spoke, glaring at the boy. "Well I am going to teach you to be strong." He spoke once more.
"Your first lesson begins now." He said, charging up an energy blast. He then launched it at Callio. "Now... DOOOOOOOODGE!"
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Post by Callio on Jan 7, 2016 1:32:32 GMT
hands of time DAY AFTER DAY, LIKE A LIFETIME AWAY, I KEEP HOLDIN' ON So many things happened at once that Callio hadn't quite been able to take them all in. He had been just mindlessly bleeding his soul out to an utter stranger when suddenly the clearly more powerful warrior flashed in front of his face. "Wha-" Callio barely had any time to get sentence out before fury of blinding fasts strikes were made against his body. Each one packed the punch of someone eight times as Callio's current strength, and their was nothing he could to stop them. His body was sent flying backward through the air, and crashed into the cliffside. Teach him how to be strong? What kind of bullshit was this guy spouting? Beating him into a bloody pupil wasn't actually how someone brought strength into another. Actually...that had been the way his father had taught him, so he supposed it had some merit to it. This guy though? He wasn't Callio's father and that didn't mean he needed to take any of this lying down. He could sense the guy charging up his energy from outside of the crater Callio currently found his body resting in. Something big was coming. Callio attempted to get his body to move but the previous assault had done a lot of damage. He needed to fight through the pain otherwise he mind up losing his life. Something he couldn't exactly afford to do right now. He took a big gulp and forced himself to fight through the pain, his body filling with ki as he rocked himself upward. Just barely making it out from the cliffside and into the air in time. He watched from above as the cliff was torn apart by the Saiyan's energy blast. "That could have been me..." Callio muttered to himself before focusing his attention on his assaulter. Something about this entire situation screamed with irony. He had just done this exact same thing to another person just a couple of hours ago, and now the world was tossing his karma back at him. Callio's face winced with pain as he attempted to move his left arm and found that it had been broken. "Fucking perfect." how the hell was he going to defend himself now? At least when his father was training him he had the common sense to hold back his power enough to not kill him. At least at first anyway. The hybrid took a breath and touched his right hand to his left arm, and then glared down towards Toma. "You're a real piece of fucking work you know that? Like I know that Saiyans are battle thirsty and everything but shit." talking smack was about the only thing Callio could currently think of at the moment. If only this dude had a tail. Then he could just yank on that thing and put em down. It was time to improvise now. He removed his hand from his arm and then took the stance he would if he was about to use his Bloody Cannon. It was really the only thing he had in time that be of some kind of use. Only problem was he had never really tried to use it with one arm before, but what better time than the present to try. He pulled his arm back and let the red sphere with the palm of his hand grow large. His aura began to grow wild in nature and his eyes took on a bright glow, "BLOODY FUCKING CANNON!" he pushed his arm forward and the beam of energy launched itself towards Toma. Bloody Cannon [2706 PL] KP 2/3
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Jan 25, 2016 17:25:45 GMT
Calli - +3024 PL. Toma - PM me with what you want.
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