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Post by Zoraba on Jan 13, 2016 8:48:49 GMT
A Strong Tribe for a Strong Warrior
[Starting PL: 4,000]
A large building sat in one of the clumps of structures erected within this major metropolis on Planet Vegeta. It's use, a Saiyan Solar Empire facility, one among many filled by it's recruits to train themselves or even to socialize at times. You couldn't really guess who would be in any facility at any given time. But one Saiyan was on his way to this one currently.
A hard kick to the door of a S.S.E. Training Facility sends a Saiyan flying backwards, and into this mess steps Zoraba. The barrel chested and topless Saiyan dragging his eyes around the room until they spot the man he had just happened to knock over. He makes his way over and crouches down to eye level with one of the various soldiers within their ranks. " Tell me floor one. Is this a place where the strong tribe reside?" he questioned, though it only seemed to confuse and disorient the man even more. Zoraba furrows his heavy brows and looked him over " Oh I think he needs the name they use. LISE! What is it those others were calling it?" In through the now open doorway floated a small almost transparent blueish white alien. A staff clenched in one pincer he only rolled his eyes. " I believe the term was the 'Saiyan Solar Empire' Child. However I think you broke that one" he spat. Zoraba stands back to his full height and looks down at soldier " Ah pity, so many weaklings here. They break far too easily. Come Lise we shall search for a stronger smarter one." They stepped into the large room, full of various machines and mechanisms to train one's body. Sets of weights and technology dotted the room, as well as devices of endurance and stamina. Zoraba's eyes took it all in and he smacked his fist into his chest " Glorious! Look at the resolve of these ones Lise" shouted the monkey man. His companion only nodding his head and looking rather bored. " I shall join in!" let out Zoraba as he cackled and hoisted up a heavy dumbbell. Then whipped it across the room at an unsuspecting soldier. He was causing quite the ruckus.
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Post by Queen Habana on Jan 16, 2016 4:58:36 GMT
The Wrath of Jala Jala watched curiously as a few of the newer recruits went about there basic workouts, oocasionally barking out corrections to there form and in more extreme circumstances when the recruit just seemed utterly incapable of 'getting it' on there own she would physically reposition them using as much force to make it as painful as possible without actually causing lasting harm, pain usually ended up as a good tool to keep newbies in line when it came to getting down the basics. Half way through explaining the next leg of there combat exercises the door to the facility burst open slamming into some unsuspecting fool who was promptly flung onto his ass, honestly it was his own fault for being that close to the door, recurits were frequently warned that more boistrous members of the Empire tended to like to 'make an entrance' but that fool appeared to need to learn the hard way.
The saiyan who strode in was a bit.. odd, lacking anything in the way of upper body armoring or shoes it was a blissful relief that he did in fact have pants, he seemed just a bit confused about where he was with one of the instructors attempting to inform him but much of what the man had said seemed to fly over the strange saiyan's head, he however seemed eager to get to training though Jala was becoming increasingly unsure if this saiyan was even actually a registered member of the military, thankfully that was not itself a big issue, the facility was open to the public as it served as an excellent place to recruit, non-military personnel got a chance to see the military training in action and learned the harshness of it but also the benefits seeing strength of the instructors.
With a shout the saiyan hoisted a dumbell high declaring his intentions to 'join in' before promptly flinging the weight at recruit who had gone back to his workout, Jala lunged forward clearing the distance between them quickly and snatched the dumbell out of the air with a single hand. Dropping it at her feet she would begin a slow walk towards the saiyan “Boy I think you ought to cool your jets, you're going to hurt someone flinging weights around. If you wanna blow off some steam then I've got a good way for it, come at me, try your best to take me down.” Jala would turn turn her attention to one of the other instructors “Tato, you take over my boys, I'll handle this one for now”
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Zoraba Ally, 25% Base PL - 36,010 Overdrive PL - 108,030 KP - 3/3
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Post by Zoraba on Jan 16, 2016 6:00:46 GMT
Zoraba's projectile was snatched from the air by a quick female Saiyan. What followed were some very poisonous words intertwined with a challenge. This only encouraged his boiling energy to bubble within his core. A wide grin spread across his face as she had taken up his full attention. Striding to her with his arms spread, one throwing forward to point a finger. "You! You must be the head of these whelps." His eyes looked her over until they found her face again.
"I meant no insult for any queen, I hope you can forgive that" he said as he bent his torso forward bowing ever slightly. "My only desire was to discover the strength of my people. So far I have expected far too much." His tail curled up and his hands flexed into fists. Eyes darting around the room at all these other Saiyans. His pity rolling around in his mouth and leaving a bad taste. "This explains why you lead. Would you like to explain to me what to expect from real warriors?"
Zoraba rolls his shoulders forward until they crack, spreading out his toes and flexing them as he gets a solid feel for the floor. "I mean no disrespect so I will accept your challenge. Teach me woman" he quips and he jumps forward, a blur of blue leaping across the room towards Jala. His chest struck out carrying him along as a snarl can be heard and a knee comes out intended for the woman's stomach.
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Post by Queen Habana on Jan 19, 2016 4:49:26 GMT
Make a Saiyan Out of You Jala shook her head as the rowdy saiyan seemed to at least get him to quit tossing around weights and focus on herself, he declared that she 'must' be the leader here which to an extent was not 'wrong' she was the most senior and highest ranking soldier in the facility so at least for the moment she was 'the head' though his next statement seemed to imply he believed her to be the leader of ALL Saiyans considering he called her a queen. Amusing but NOT what she wanted people to think she was trying to claim to be.
“The others are training to get strong.. you” Jala tapped her scouter getting a readout on the saiyan, he was in fact a fair bit stronger than average, most of the recruits around her had power levels in the high two thousands, a few had three thousand. The trainers had powers closer and for a few, above him in the range of the high three thousands and low four thousands. “Happen to be a bit tougher than normal, as for what's expected from a real warrior. Ideally not tossing around equipment, those weights you threw are to be used like that” Jala said directing the Saiyans attention to some of the recruits properly utilizing the dumbbells.
She finished her explanation just as the saiyan finished preparing himself, it appeared he was quite willing to take her up on her offer to let him blow off some steam in a spar as he lunged across the room and knee'd her in the stomach, the saiyan would likely expect considering he had successfully struck her for Jala to double over in pain, instead she'd remain firm where she had stood giving no overt signs that she'd been harmed by the attack. The difference in power between them and her own cybernetic enhancements made shrugging off weaker hits like that simple enough.
“Not bad, not GOOD either but certainly not the worst I've seen. I hope that wasn't your best, otherwise I might just be wasting my time with you” Jala said with a smirk “Give it another go but this time try and make me actually put up some defense. Show me that you've got the power to have such a big ego” Jala stated, it wasn't uncommon for stronger warriors to possess bigger ego's, Jala remembered vaguely how boisterous she had been when she was younger, she'd been a powerhouse even for a mid-class, enough strength to give her a fighting chance against some of the elites even. But time, age, and experience had tempered.. most.. of her ego.
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Zoraba Ally, 25% Base PL - 36,010 Overdrive PL - 108,030 KP - 3/3
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Post by Zoraba on Jan 19, 2016 22:21:05 GMT
Zoraba was caught off guard as the woman took his blow and hadn't even flinched. Teeth cracking in his jaw as he fell from the air landing back onto his bear feet. Zoraba's eyes sharpened as she even challenged him, questioning his strength, him! The one who was destine to rule all?!
"As you wish, but do not regret this!" he shouted as he jumped away from her, the rest of the Saiyans seemed to scatter as these two forces met. Landing next to one of the heavy pieces of training equipment. Weights attached to pullies that allow for lifting them, designed to strengthen the various rippling muscles of the user. However this like most of the training here was over the feral raised Saiyan's head. His arm jumped up from his side and his fingers grasp around one of the metal supports and lifts it off the ground with an audible grunt.
His pupils seemed to shake as he was cast over by the shadow of the metal monster, and with a flick of his arm he hurled it at Jala, with all intent to crush her. It flew through the air and Zoraba leaned forward from the exertion. He quickly reeled back however his gloved fist clenched, a sharp Ki light jumping from his closed digits. A long crackling electric like green energy being ripped from the air. He hurled this as well right behind his previous projectile, it's visible form hidden behind it. His shriek of laughter sprang out as he was sure she would be feeling this one!
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Post by Queen Habana on Jan 23, 2016 7:34:48 GMT
Make a Saiyan Out of You Jala smirked at the Saiyans reaction to her simply taking his blow with no ready signs of being harmed, it was ALWAYS fun to watch newbies get more and more frustraited when there attacks remained utterly incapable of harming her, there were few even higher ranking soldiers who possesed the raw power to simply ignore a moderately powerful recruits full onslaught for exceptionally long. Most even higher ranking soldiers were simply just a bit too close in power to warriors like this one, already he possesed the rough strength of an enlisted soldier with a good amount of training under there belt.
Perhaps this boy was another candidate for Habana's big plan? He was a bit weaker than the first boy, Daiko, but he seemed to have just as much intensity, a genuine drive to prove his might to her. Jala paused her thought as the boy shouted leaping back and causing several other recruits to back away, some because the warrior himself was a rather intimidating specimen and others because they saw who it was he was squaring off with. Jala groaned as she saw him grab hold of yet another piece of workout equipment, this time one FAR larger than a set of dumbbells.
Before Jala could shout at the foolish saiyan he hefted the machine high and launched it at her in a rather impressive show of raw strength. Were he not damaging the equipment Jala would have taken a moment to be genuinely impressed with his resourcefulness and strength, instead she was more focused on how best to catch the device without damaging it further.
Rushing forward Jala grabbed onto the more sturdy bits of the machine stabilizing it in her grasp as she allowed the weight of the machine to push her back a bit rather than shoving back against it, as she did so however her scouter alerted her to a surge of power coming her way, lifting the machine above her head with one hand Jala expected to see the boy cahrging up an attack, instead however she saw an attack already nearly upon her “Fuck” Jala cursed as the blast crashed into her face causing her to flinch as the energy stung her.
Once the blast subsided Jala's expression had shifted from surprise and just hint of pain to annoyance, the blast would have been dangerous to anyone else, it's reading had in fact packed power just below the average full strength of a recruit. But Jala seemed once again completely fine with only her eyebrows and some of her hair being the only display of 'damage', the warrior was cackleing like a madman evidently believing his attack would have been a bit more successful than it had been. “Cute” Jala said placing the workout machine down at her side.
“So, do you want to hit me with something ACTUALLY powerful now?” She said giving him a grin as she began to slowly walk in his direction giving the saiyan an opportunity to hit her with an even more direct hit. For now she'd let him keep going, at least until he ran out of tricks, then once he was disabused of his belief that he stood a chance she'd start teaching, if he could keep up then maybe he'd be worth bringing to Habana.
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Items In Use -Scouter
Zoraba Ally, 25% Base PL - 36,010 Overdrive PL - 108,030 KP - 3/3
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Post by Zoraba on Jan 23, 2016 14:37:45 GMT
Zoraba's spiky hair head snapped back, glaring at the perfectly fine Jala. His pupils focused and his eye gave a twitch the Saiyan seemed to be very peeved that his attacks were doing no harm. His first clenched and his muscles all tightened as he was taunted more. Jala approaching him, acting as if nothing had happened.
Meanwhile Lise, who had been watching was very concerned. It wasn't usually an outcome where his child didn't destroy his opponent, besides the green one earlier. Now this one too was far too powerful. Who knew the galaxy had more powerful individuals in it then just himself! He stuck out a clawed hand "Wait chil-!" begging Zoraba not to do something drastic.
It was too late however and Zoraba bolted from his spot in the training center. The Saiyan leaped from the ground and onto the ceiling only to launch himself at Jala with a ferocity. His mouth bearing his sharp meat munching teeth as he snarled like the beasts who raised him. Throwing a punch with all his might behind it, and another and another! He was throwing strikes at this person who mocks him. His fists flying through the air in a flurry of chaotic rage.
He eventually ran out of juice and his arms slumped to his sides as his tongue lolled from his mouth and he panted heavily. His eyes looking up from under his heavy brow to see what his strikes had done, to see how he had destroyed her!
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Post by Queen Habana on Jan 28, 2016 17:54:26 GMT
Make a Saiyan Out of You Jala watched curiously as Zoraba glared at her, apparently none too fond of his own inability to harm her thus far he grew more and more tense by the moment as the wheels in his mind turned, Jala could see him trying to figure out the next best course of action as she stepped closer and closer when finally the shirtless saiyan had his plan together and was about to lunge back into battle Jala's attention was drawn from him as another voice shouted clearly trying to get him to stop his attack an effort that would ultimately prove futile as the warrior was far too focused at the task Jala had put before him to heed the words of others.
She briefly let her attention linger on the stranger giving them a brief look intended to convey to them that she intended no real harm towards the boy in spite of his dangerous methods of utilizing the equipment present. He had already proven that he at least had the drive and determination to make for a decent warrior, and possessed skills that if refined would make him a deadly force to any of the Empire's enemies. He just needed to learn that he was not in fact as high up in the grand scheme of power as he appeared to believe himself to be.
Jala felt she fell relatively high on that scale, though the gulf between people like herself, and people like her daughter was incredibly wide, a similar distance between herself and the boy flailing at her right now, and even then there were those stronger still than Habana. Queen Zucceta, the Azure Administrator of Earth, and by Habana's admission the Guardian of Earth and by the description Kaula, a young hybrid who had briefly commanded the Empire while Zucceta had been away fighting the war with Arcose.
Jala raise an arm as the first blows began to rain down on her using it to block the brunt of the assault, perhaps one day this boy would posses the strength to surpass her just as Habana, Mayze, soon enough Pin had. But for now he needed to learn. His assault complete the boy stood before his arms dangleing at his sides uselessly as he hunched over slightly panting visibly from his exertion, he slowly looked up, likely expecting a broken and beaten Jala to lay before him. Instead he would find a mostly unarmed Jala looking at him with a small grin.
“You're not used to fighting people stronger than you, are you?” Jala questioned, his tactics seemed such that he was used to overpowering a foe from the get-go, perhaps in his youth he had been weaker, been beaten down and needed to grow strong and since then faced no real opposition. “Looking at you I'd actually take a guess you didn't even grow up here on Vegeta. You've got the wild air of a saiyan raised off-world” Jala stated slowly walking around him to take a better look, she noticed his tail seemed distinctly shorter than normal, an inury perhaps? "Here, take a look at me with this, it should also give you a readout on your own power. It should give you a pretty good understanding of why you're attacks aren't as effective as you've been hoping. The numbers indicate roughly how powerful you and I are" Jala said tossing her scouter to the wild saiyan, assuming he did as she indicated the numbers would read that the exhausted warrior was a full thirty thousand power units behind Jala.
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Zoraba Ally, 25% Base PL - 36,010 Overdrive PL - 108,030 KP - 3/3
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Post by Zoraba on Jan 29, 2016 15:55:36 GMT
Zoraba's eyes focused on Jala as she stood perfectly fine and used more words to cut into him. "There is no one stronger then I, woman" he spat, quite literally, onto the floor. Zoraba wiped his lips as she analyzed him, his eyes following her around his form.
Lise on the other hand was completely concerned about any and all of this and shrank beck behind a wall. He had assumed his boy would be a little more useful then this. But the Saiyan woman was completely fine, he couldn't even touch her.
"You are right. I did not grow here. Like you have done before, your people sent a powerful force to conquer a planet. This I did." he growled at her. She seemed to have him pegged much to the Saiyan's disapproval. He didn't like someone inside his head, or something he couldn't destroy when it made him angry.
Catching the scouter with quick reflexes, looking down at the strange device. His eyes panned back up at her and he lifted it to his ear, the same way she had worn it. Placing it over his eye it would flash to life and display his power level. This pleased him, it seemed fairly high to him, but looking upon Jala angered him more.
"These numbers, they lie. They are an illusion." His brows lowered as he stared her down, the numbers diminishing his immensely. By the measurement he was a fraction of her. "But I do not deny your power. You are strong, but stronger then Zoraba? Foolish." Zoraba crossed his arms over his hairy chest. "I am destine to lead, so these numbers will not matter. I will surpass all" he grimaced as his tail whipped a bit.
His face only displayed a look of pure stubbornness, failing to accept that people were stronger then him. Believing that he'd be stronger always, that he would grow stronger then anyone. The scouter not swaying his mind.
"This is why I come to your tribe. Look at how you lead, look at how you stand up to me. Are there more like you in your ranks?" he questioned.
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Post by Queen Habana on Jan 31, 2016 21:05:29 GMT
Make a Saiyan Out of You Jala chuckled as the boy grew angry with her assertion that she was stronger than he was, evidently the fact that she had taken everything he could dish out without taking any discernible harm was not enough to prove this to him, and even giving him her scouter to use to read the numerical indication that he was but a fraction of her power was not enough to prove anything to him as he blathered on about being the strongest. Despite this however he at least was intelligent enough o understand that Jala was a strong warrior, just in his mind somehow not stronger than she was. Jala smirked at the bravado on display, he'd need to learn a lesson or two on exactly where he lay in terms of power but it was certainly good to see someone with some genuine drive to be the best.
“More people like me? Oh yes, the General, Mayze is quite a bit stronger than I am, our Commander, my daughter Habana is stronger than him, and of course our Queen Zucceta, she's even more powerful than my daughter. Other than them we have a few others with power around my own. If you feel you're destined to lead and surpass everyone, you have quite a lot of work ahead of you. Because frankly while I'm vastly more powerful than our average warrior, when it comes to our top guns, I'm about as far from them as you are from me.” Jala stated continueing her assertion that she was in fact stronger than him and furthering it by stating that there were far more warriors beyond his power.
“You're tough though and you seem to have the will to become a powerful warrior. So I'm going to test that will, right here, right now. I'm going to see if you can stand as proud and with all that confidence you have, after being laid flat on your ass and proven that you're not quite as powerful as you think you are” Jala said with a smirk, giving the boy enough time to full process her words, to understand that she very much intended to finally attack him, to give him the time needed to tense his body and prepare for impact. “Keep the scouter on boyo, because you're in for a show” with those words the scouter would begin to beep rapidly as the numbers attributed to Jala's power level would begin to spike rapidly, leaping from her normal thirty thousand all the way past one hundred thousand.
Like a bold of lightning Jala would lunge at the boy and attempt to strike him dead in the chest, the meager distance between them and the overwhelming power disparity between them would almost certainly assure that her strike would connect, the blow was however not aimed to actually kill him, it was merely intended to do just as Jala had stated, knock the boisterous saiyan flat on his ass to give him a full understanding of just how powerful she was. "There comes a time when pride becomes arrogance, Pride in your abilities is a good thing, arrogance is not, arrogance blinds a warrior, an arrogant warrior will never truly live up to there potential."
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Zoraba Ally, 25% Base PL - 36,010 Overdrive PL - 108,030 KP - 3/3
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Post by Zoraba on Feb 2, 2016 7:23:08 GMT
Zoraba grew rather excited as Jala named several powerful members within their ranking, including a true queen. It had been long since the feral humanoid had worked under a powerful female, though her seat was destine to him one day. His joy grew to disdain quickly as she assured him again that his power was not as great as he knew it to be. His teeth gritted. He stared her down.
A threat now spewed from her lips, a challenge to him, to strike him. The gears in his head turned and he curled his hands into fists and beat one across his bare hairy chest. "Come at me then woman! You will prove nothing!" he snapped, quite literally with clacking teeth. The scouter attached to his face beeping to life as numbers spun. Zoraba's eyes jumping back from it to Jala and back again.
A collection of energy flashing bright in her hand, similar to his own attack, and thrown at him. His reaction time not nearly refined enough, and the distance to short, it struck him directly.
The male Saiyan was knocked off his feet and launched backwards through the air, some of his chest hair singed by the blast as he skidded across the floor and almost toppling over his adviser who ducked out of harms way. Zoraba would sputter on the ground a bit and take a gasping breath, sitting up as best he could and rubbing at his chest. Looking up to find Jala hovering over him. "...powerful." his eyes locked to hers full of spite. His form managing to clamber up to one leg. Zoraba's arms pressing down on his knee and lifting the rest to a standing position. Albeit on two very shaky legs.
A smile crept across his face "You speak wise words well. I will allow you to lead me, until I am more powerful." His hands were waved out in front of himself in a bit of dismissal "Same with these others you spoke of." Zoraba stuck a finger up, aimed at Jala's face, his own still lacking fear regardless of what just transpired. "But it is arrogance to think potential is the limit. I aim to surpass what you expect. For I am Zoraba." he added matter factually, his ego seemed to be only slightly bruised. But his mind changed ever so slightly.
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Post by Queen Habana on Feb 3, 2016 2:54:50 GMT
Offer On the Table
Her punch, as expected, landed true, she drive her fist directly into his midsection he lingered there for a moment, just long enough for Jala to hear the gasping sound of all of the air being driven from his lungs before he was promptly thrown away from her skidding and tumbling across the facility, several Saiyans ducked out of the way of the tumbling wild man. Jala gave it a moment before stalking over to him like a predator watching its now wounded prey.Shortly after she approached he began to stirr again, slowly at first he began gasping for air trying desperately to refill the lungs her blow had emptied he grasped at his singed chest and shortly thereafter he began to come back to his senses, his eyes regained there focus and locked onto Jala's as he uttered a single word before slowly clambering back to his feet, even as he did so his legs remained unstable. Where before he would have been more than a match for any of the recruits present, now even the weaker warriors would likely stand a chance against him.“That's about where things stand here, the strong lead, power pretty roughly dictates your position in the Empire. Lets hope my interest in you is not misplaced boy.” Jala said shaking her head mildly amused by the fact that while his body had taken a massive beating, his ego seemed to have weathered the storm. Ego would be this Saiyans double edged sword, it would drive him to become the powerful warrior he believed himself to be, but if allowed to go rampant would likely hamper his progress no matter what he seemed to believe.“Alright then, if you believe yourself up to the task then I'll take a chance on you, Habana, our Commander and my daughter is seeking warriors like yourself, warriors with clear potential to become something more. Tomorrow morning I want you to report to the eastern training barracks, it is an Empire specific training facility so if you intend to seek training alongside myself and the Commander that means you'll be serving as a officer of the Empire's military. If you are interested, give me your name and be there, regardless feel free to report to any of the Cacumber armory's, they can set you up with better gear to advance your training, just give them this number” Jala said taking out a piece of paper and writing down her authorization number assuming he gave his name as she requested.
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Items In Use -Scouter
Zoraba Ally, 25% Base PL - 36,010 Overdrive PL - 108,030 KP - 3/3
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Post by Zoraba on Feb 3, 2016 3:11:54 GMT
"You see what I can become, good. I will meet this Habana, she must be very strong if she commands you." Hi chest puffed out again as it usually had, his boisterous attitude back once again in full. "My name is Zoraba by what your scholars have told me. This has been said. " he spoke as he took the piece of paper. "I will fight for you and your daughter gladly. You have my loyalty in exchange for our people's strength."
His eyes cast down on the paper "At the sunrise we shall meet once more Jala." he nodded at her before turning to his bug like partner. "Come Lise, this day ends." he growled a bit as he crumpled the paper into his fist and made his exit from the training facility, the air within finally losing it's edge. Swearing to himself to prove the insolence of that women to be a mistake.
(Dats thread exit for the Zeni)
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Post by Zerori on Feb 3, 2016 7:21:59 GMT
Queen Habana 2,977 <-- Word count5,538<-- PL gains171,471 PL --> 177,009 PL~-~-~-~ Zoraba 2,048 <-- Word count3,072<-- Zeni gains500 Zeni --> 3,998 Zeni
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