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Post by Samba on Mar 12, 2016 1:02:49 GMT
Current PL: 8600
The Bamboo Forest was just that, a lush place filled with an endless forest of bamboo as far as the eye could see. If one ignored the creatures and sometimes the humans that roamed around the area, one could find a certain peaceful and enlightening quality when surrounding with nothing but nature. But, judging by the random curse words that flared up every now and then, one could be pardoned if they thought that this place was anything but tranquil and beautiful. "Kami-sama dammit. Why can't I get this to work!?" Samba grumbled under his breath before heaving a deep sigh. He was annoyed that it was getting him the better part of a day (he had been doing this for the past three hours with minimal success) and it was already reaching midday. "I'm taking a break." Samba decided imperiously before laying down on the ground and sitting Indian style, it would be of no use in continuing the exercise when he was in a bad mood. "I barely managed to diminish my PL by a small amount and then reached a road block, ugh what exactly am I doing wrong!?" Samba decided imperiously before laying down on the ground and sitting Indian style, it would be of no use in continuing the exercise when he was in a bad mood. "I barely managed to diminish my PL by a small amount and then reached a road block, ugh what exactly am I doing wrong!?" Samba swiped his hands harshly on his head in a clear show of frustration. "Ugh, I wish Mom or Dad would have taught me this before they died..." The Wolf Zoan lamented under his breath before leaning back so he was fully laying on the ground now. He looked up at the clear skies, barely seen because of the bamboos barely leaving a bit of the sun ray shining through, at least, it wasn't glaring down on his face otherwise, he'd be more annoyed than he was now. Well, at least, the view was pretty and relaxing, so there was that. Churoa - The Stray Lamb
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2016 15:21:49 GMT
Churoa paused her walk midstride as she felt something... something faint off in the distance. The sheep zoan had not honestly considered the chance that was going to be really any living being with a noticeable ki to be out here in the Bamboo Forest... mostly just the typical wildlife and fauna. But this feeling... it was definitely the ki of another fighter. She mused slightly about this. This was supposed to be just her daily walk around the wilderness, one whose purpose to clear her mind, but it looked like it was going to get MUCH more interesting.
She attempted to try and get a feel of just how much ki this guy had... Hmm... someone else with what felt like a PL more akin to her own? She couldn't of course put a number on it... she lacked one of those weird devices that allowed you to actually see that number, but she tell it was there. Somehow, it felt as if it were trying to restrain itself, abeit poorly. Ki Supression maybe? She had yet to learn such a skill, mostly because she was still young and blooming when it came to ki. She didn't have to really suppress herself like grandma Panio did. She honestly had not met many others in person who had a sizable PL, even after leaving her home village. She of course knew there were people whom were insanely powerful... She needed to take small steps first though if she was to ever be alongside those individuals. The ewe hummed to herself melodiously, interested to find this unknown source of ki.
Skipping gracefully across tree top to tree top, occasionally taking a short cut via landing on the very air itself, the female zoan began to quickly close ground. Eventually, she managed to pinpoint this source of ki's location, and taking care as to not completely give her position she sat in wait in the branches of a tree, crouched in a very hunter-like stance on a branch. There was distance between the two, a couple dozen meters or so, but her keen eyesight was at least able to make out the figure of some humanoid furry thing. Was it... a wolf? No no... to be correct, it was a wolf zoanthrope. In truth, she had rarely seen other zoanthropes except for those in her family, so there was slight caution in her movements.
If he knew how to sense ki, she was sure he'd notice her in a instance... but what happens then? Was he just a friendly face... or some thug? Either way, if he meant ill... he'd have to catch her first.
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Post by Samba on Mar 12, 2016 23:26:50 GMT
Once Churoa would find the Wolf Zoan, she would realize that the Wolf had fallen asleep and was currently happily snoring away without a care in the world. But if one looked closely they'd see that the Zoan was not relaxed at all, the way his body appeared rigid told of someone that couldn't leave their guard down completely in an unfamiliar environment. His slight paranoia had helped him survive his trek into the wilderness so many times he had lost count.
Samba had been aware of a certain presence the moment it began to approach his location. In fact, he was actually surprised at the Power Level that this being possessed, since it almost matched his own. He knew that someday he'd meet other people that would completely overlap his own power by the hundreds, maybe even by the millions and that thought only made his drive to get stronger flare upward like a raging fire inside of him.
The only reason he wasn't balls to the wall rearing up and ready to go was because the strange presence didn't felt threatening- yet. If it had he would have been up and ready for a fight. He was still ready for one if this being -another Zoan judging by the aura he was reading from the individual- decided to attack.
Not everyone in the world was out to get you, though, or at least, he'd like to think that that held a grain of truth in it. But having your people attacked by an alien race bent on world domination or whatever bullshit could screw up with your moral compass and the will to trust others. Still, he'd give this Zoan the benefit of the doubt, it was the least he could do.
Besides, this would mark the first interaction he'd had with another being since the moment he left his hometown. He had kinda gone gung-ho on his training and didn't leave the mountains and the surrounding forests for the past month, and it was by pure chance he had found this forest made of bamboo.
Faking a heavy yawn the male slowly opened his eyes. The male blinked away his bleary vision before turning his head slightly to the side so he could stare up at where he felt the being's presence, only to raise a curious brow at what he saw sticking into the trees like some kind of predator.
"That's... a sheep?" Samba voiced lowly to himself, he was kind off expecting something else, or perhaps something more daunting than a lamb of all things. Not a second passed before he internally kicked himself, his Father and Mother always made sure to kick that kind of mentality to the curb whenever it was brought up, since all kinds of beings, no matter how tall, small or harmless looking could hold a great threat if not taking seriously.
"You." Samba slowly got up from his lying position on the ground but never once did he took his eyes away from the Sheep Zoan in the trees above. "Who are you? Are you friend, or foe?" At the mention of a possible foe Samba's stance tensed slightly, getting ready to attack, defend or make a strategic retreat if necessary.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2016 23:58:34 GMT
She didn't feel any form of malicious feelings from this guy, and while his movements acted sluggish, she could tell that he was at least tense about something. Perhaps her own presense? Then that meant he could use ki sense. Still, he didn't seem to be particularly hostile-looking. While one would think a lamb like herself would be frightened of such a wolf-like creature, she honestly was not fazed by him. Her grandma made a MUCH scarier-looking wolf then this guy could ever manage.
Appears that he finally caught a glimpse of her. She acknowledged his question with a nod, she hopping a few trees forward to better converse with him. "Certainly not looking for any foes, so you can rest easy if that is what you feared." She'd say, immediately wanting to least stave off any potential hostility between the two. "Just a wandering traveler who is a bit too curious for her own good at times. Nothing big."
Sensing no real threat at the moment, the sheep zoan took a moment to pull from one of the pockets a small cigarette and a cheap lighter, she sliding the cigarette into her maw. She took a moment to flick the lighter a few times until she successfully managed to get a flame going, lighting the cigarette. Inhaling a slight bit of smoke, letting it linger in her mouth, she exhaled a small puff of smog before turning her attention back to the wolf. "Name's Churoa. I take you're a rookie fighter like me, huh?" She'd ask, attempting to engage in a little small talk. She didn't really have much experience with other people, but she wasn't letting that bog her down. She was curious of this guy... They were both about the same PL. She wasn't in anyway asking for a fight, but she wouldn't have minded if she had to, long as it was just a friendly match. Besides, her grandma always told her that it was best to not go burning down bridges before you actually needed them after all.
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Post by Samba on Mar 13, 2016 1:26:08 GMT
"You can never rest easy around these parts, believe me." Samba tried going for an amicable conversation, given that the Lamb wasn't, at least, violent in nature and actually knew how to held a conversation. Unlike some of the dumber bandits or mountain thieves that he stumbled upon nowadays. "Curiosity can be a double-edged sword if not careful. But I cannot talk really, I'm the same way." The male rose a brow at the girl, now that she was closer but still a relatively safe distance away he could appreciate her form a bit better.
She was cute and easy to the eyes, with a tall and lithe figure that spoke of someone that did manual labor or trained regularly, she certainly seemed like she could hold her own in a battle if it ever came down to it, though. He wondered if she had any sort of battle training of any kind. He'd want to have a sparring partner that didn't look to take his head off (local wildlife) or aiming to mug him dry (petty bandits and thieves).
Though one thing eluded him, he didn't see a bust of any kind on her person, so if someone was deaf or had bad eyesight she could almost be confused for a Goat. Perhaps she was wearing gauze wrappings over her chest? His Mother used to do that too when she sparred with his Father, something about taking care of a possible weakness or another that he didn't really paid much attention about, seeing as that did not affect him in any way.
He wrinkled his nose as the powerful smell of cigar reached his nose, almost making him want to sneeze his head off. He rubbed his nose idly while giving her a look. "Nice to meet you, Churoa. My parents blessed me with the name of Samba." At the mention of being a 'rookie fighter' like her, he couldn't help but scoff at the notion. "I'm not a greenhorn fighter at all. I was trained at a very young age by my folks so I could join the guards and protective the village alongside them..." He trailed off as he looked to the side with another scoff, old memories creeping back to the surface before he squashed them down swiftly.
"Not that that matters now." The Wolf said bitterly under his breath before focusing back on the girl. "Tell you what, instead of me going off and tooting my own horn. How about we have a small spar? Nothing big or life threatening, just a friendly match?" He offered, already shifting slightly in place at the possibility of a match against someone that was as strong as him. "I'd like to see where I stand in terms of strength after fighting nothing but bandits and the local wildlife for so long." He absently wondered if the girl knew any kind of Ki attacks or the like, it would certainly spice the training a bit but it would come at the cost of potentially wrecking this place asunder to hell and back.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2016 14:59:46 GMT
"I suppose so. Not everyone is quite a precious angel in this world. Sorry if I gave you a bit of a fright earlier." Churoa would comment, apologizing her brief intrusion. Least this fellow zoan was friendly, which was certainly a weight lifted off her shoulders. "Pleased to be at your presense though Samba. Its always nice to meet new people."
So, sounds like he's been training since he was a lil' kid... Gosh, that had to be agonizing if the training that her grandma gave her was anything to go by. Still, she supposed he wouldn't have mentioned it if it were not something he enjoyed. The sheep zoan nodded her head slightly, acknowledging that he was likely a bit stronger than her. "Sounds like you're least more experienced than I. My folks are all mere farmers. Out of seven sisters, I am the only one who actually has some prowess with ki. Hand-taught by my grandma." She paused a moment, reclining on the tree branch before taking another whiff of her cigarette. "Though I admit, only recently did I actually start actual combat training. It just didn't interest me until bout a while ago."
A mischevious look appeared in her eyes when the wolf zoan asked her if they could have a small sparring match. "Coming on a bit strong huh? Is that what you like doing? Beating up little girls?" She'd say harshly, a smirk on her face. Despite her words, the lamb giggled slightly, she obviously not being serious with said words. In truth, she wasn't against the idea. She could understand his sentiment, if they were both wandering fighters, they needed a way to bolster their PLs. Fighting against another just happened to be a method to achieve that. "I wouldn't mind... in truth, I've never had a sparring partner who was about my level honestly. My granny always would try and hold back on me, but she's leagues above me."
Taking the butt of the cigarette, Churoa quickly snuffed it with her bare hands, wincing slightly with touching the burning ashes. Pocketing it for maybe later, the sheep zoan then took off her shirt, indeed confirming Samba's suspicions that YES she did wear gauze over her assets. Honestly, the shirt probably did not matter in the grand scheme of things... but hey, she liked the feel of the wind on her skin. Taking a brief moment to hang it on the branch, taking a mental note of their current location for later, Churoa stood up and began to stretch her limbs slightly with a few warm-up stretches. "Before we start, I just need to ask. Can you fly? I'd be surprised if you couldn't... It's kind of a basic technique ya know." She would ask mid-stretch. The sky would have been probably a safer battlefield rather than the trees. It would have been an excellent way to minimize any potential damage they could cause to the forest, even IF she was more a hand-to-hand fighter right now.
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Post by Samba on Mar 13, 2016 20:13:58 GMT
"Pfftt. You did no such thing." Samba refuted lightly while crossing his arms over his chest, his voice did not sound defensive at all. It didn't and Churoa couldn't prove otherwise. "And it is, especially those that can be civilized." The male shifted his weight onto his left foot when he felt a prickly sensation course through the length of his right foot and up his leg.
"Really? I'd say you have been training far longer, considering how strong your aura is." The male commented casually though he almost blanched at the gall the Lamb had to call him something of a bully against the female gender. If he ever acted like that he was sure that his Mother would have had a conniption fit and beat his ass black and blue to cleanse his mind from such stupid behavior.
"Don't say such foolish things." Samba shivered as he remembered his Mother's famous raging temper with vivid clarity. "My Mother would have tanned my hide if I ever did such a thing." He shrugged the thought away before focusing on the here and now. "I had many sparring partners back at my home though it is quite hard to find suitable companions for such a thing nowadays. Because normally you might never know if they are good or evil." He flicked an ear as he watched her snuffing out her cigarette using her bare hands though that small act was quickly overshadowed by what she did next.
Samba could feel how his face burned all of the sudden and he quickly turned around to get himself together, he had sparred with his family, friends and acquaintances back home for Kami's sake, and many of those sometimes happened to be female and wearing nothing but wrapping gauze and pants when they sparred. "Put yourself together you idiot. It's nothing new that you haven't seen before... so then why am I getting so flustered all of the sudden." Forgetting about the Lamb for a bit, the male actually put some effort of thought into it before quickly dismissing it as the heat getting to him.
"The heat must be getting to me, yeah, that's it." Turning back to the Lamb he rose a brow at her question before silently answering by beginning to hover a few feet off the ground. "I can fly, yes," He answered the obvious question before making one of his own. "I assume that you can do so as well, and you thought of us battling into the skies to not damage anything? Sound thinking." The Wolf Zoan began to ascend further and further upward, knowing that his sparring partner wouldn't be far behind.
Soon enough he was floating far and away from the floor, with plenty of space to stretch and exchange blows with someone without making collateral damage. "Ladies goes first." His Mother always said that was a bullshit of an excuse to give your opponent a free pass to attack you, but since this was the first time they'd be fighting with each other he deduced that he could let that slide just this once.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2016 17:31:22 GMT
"Ah I'm not that strong. On second glance, your own seems stronger." Churoa would comment, she laughing slightly. She wasn't overly prideful, she not being cocky about her strength. She knew she wasn't incredibly strong, thats why she was trying to practice. She also could not help but snort some when Samba commented about his mother. "Heheh. Sounds like you had a rockin' ma then."
As Churoa began finishing up her little stretching regiment, she noticed a noticeable bit of red on Samba's face. Was he flustered or something because of her? Aww... that was honestly kinda cute actually. This guy was just a big, muscular puppy, that's all. "What's wrong? Never seen a girl half-dressed before?" She'd tease him, giggling slightly. Had she caught on her grandmother's impish-nature when it came to teasing men? Perhaps so, but it certainly wasn't something that bothered her.
She nodded at Samba's comment as he began to ascend higher in the air. Good, meant they didn't have to end up causing any ruckus in the forest. The lamb finally jumped off the branch, she seemingly beginning to wall jump on air to ascend. Finally with both fighters high in the sky, Churoa glanced at Samba. So... he was giving her the first strike huh? A slight smirk showed up on the sheep zoan's face as quickly accepted that offer... by firing a single, half-assed ki blast from the palm of her hand.
With how slow it was, it would have been easy to block and or dodge it. Even if it hit, it would have been their equivalent of getting slapped in the face. Churoa shrugged slightly at the wolf zoan, a half-amused look on her face. "There. I went first." She'd say, a slight chuckle coming out of her. If she was going to fight, she wanted to have a lil' fun with him.
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Post by Samba on Mar 15, 2016 22:26:58 GMT
Samba smiled slightly as memories rushed through his mind for a second before he pushed them away. "Yeah, she was amazing." He floated silently for a while before shaking himself off his stupor at the question asked of him. "N-no! I meant yes! It's just that... it's been so long since I sparred with anyone, not even mentioning the opposite sex." Samba shrugged his shoulders all nonchalantly before focusing as Churoa seemed ready to attack him.
Though his arms fell limply to the side when he saw the haphazard attempt that she displayed just now, merely letting out a grunt of annoyance when the blast exploded in his face with the force of what seemed to be a slap in his face. He waved his hand at the small cloud of energy particles that it left behind all over his face, momentarily blinding him for a brief second. "What the hell was that?!" Samba demanded with a hilariously outraged expression, his jaw gaping when the girl merely quipped that with her going first.
He couldn't help it, he first started to chuckle under his breath before it evolved into a loud rambunctious laugh, he didn't know why he found it so funny and if you asked him he wouldn't be able to tell you. "Oh man, you're clearly something else." The male let out a few more quiet snickers before finally getting himself together.
"Alright, you went first," Samba could feel his lips twitching, clearly wanting to smile at her but he refrained from doing so. "Let me reciprocate in kind then, though this might not be a mere slap compared to yours." Samba put both hands by his sides and channeled a veritable amount of Ki in them, soon enough in his palm, there were two small spheres of Ki ready to be launched. "Let's dance, shall we~?" With a lunge Samba flew towards Churoa at a moderate speed, throwing one Ki Blast at her at the beginning of his lunge and once he was almost upon her he threw the second one as a distraction.
If his strategy worked or not, he would use the time that Churoa had to use to evade or block those Ki blasts to get real close for close combat against her, immediately throwing a few punches and even a random kick or two to test the waters. He didn't put much force into his attack, but it will surely sting a bit if she didn't dodge them.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Mar 27, 2016 16:39:30 GMT
Samba - 3898 PL
Churoa - 2698 PL
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