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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2016 9:56:34 GMT
Callion’s log. Day 3.
This planet is so strange.
The temperatures seem to change frequently, depending on which sector of the planet you’re on. The area I crashed landed in was quite frigid, even with some angry purple man blasting me with energy, but then when I traveled eastward, it changed again. The landscape began to resemble my home world, though it was slightly less warm. It had been an entire day after I had landed and I had yet to find any sustenance. I had run into an odd pair of folk, but my hunger had caused me to pass out. When I awoke, my blade was in front of me instead of sheathed on my back, and the duo seemed to have disappeared. Thankfully, my body’s natural recovery from hunger kicked in, and I made due. Ii still have yet to eat, but at least I was caused no harm by the pair. Which brings me to my next point.
The life forms here continue to vex me. The duo had every opportunity to kill me there, but simply did not, and left me to my own starvation. Perhaps the life forms here are not as bloodthirsty as on Vegeta or at the very least not as sinister in intent. I will continue to seek a place of residence, and hopefully an eatery of some sort, though I am worried of the increase in violent activities of this planet’s denizens. I remain optimistic that violence will not continue to be necessary.
Callion looked up from his new loose leaf journal. Ever since he had awoken in that desert, he had slowly begun to drift into the realm of insanity, but thankfully, some poor man had misplaced this wonderful tool for placing one’s thoughts down. Recording his exploits thus far had been quite effective in keeping him sane.
As the pencil hovered over the next line of the page, Callion looked around at the beautiful scenery around him. Tall trees of bamboo reached toward the heavens around him, and the azure sky riddled with plump white clouds only served to enhance the serenity of the area around him.
Callion’s pencil took off yet again, scrawling Callion’s thoughts in a sloppy handwriting, and in the Saiyan’s written language.
Areas like here are what I enjoy the most about this planet so far. The calmness of it all. No noise, no distractions, and certainly not only violence. Just quiet bliss. Perhaps this would make a good place of residence. I could easily spend some time hunting for berries that would not poison me. I know have already said so, but I do remain optimistic.
A smile quickly came over Callion’s face, before disappearing again.
Word Count: 453
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2016 2:18:29 GMT
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The Bamboo forest was a wonderful and beautiful place both for those seeking to escape the rigors of modern life as well as those who sought out adventure. While the monsters tended to stay away from the outer edges of the forest there was a much deeper part that housed great beasts of varying shapes and sizes. Plenty of creatures capable of giving a sample of their genetic material to a sufficiently dedicated researcher! A researcher like Katsu. Yes he was in this forest for DNA samples of anything he could find, looking always for ways to improve his experiments, to refine them and create a better final product, a true masterpiece each time! That was Katsu's goal with his studies, something that was a little closer to perfect than the last.
To the Saiyan with no Pride however, Katsu would be just another human to be wary of, his appearance no great comfort, although no great threat either. Katsu's aura would contain no malice or hunger, no spite or anger. He was calm, and perhaps a little happy. His hunt in this forest had been successful by any measure, with several DNA samples resting safely inside his Capsules within his pockets. So as Callion would continue to scribe his thoughts and history upon paper Katsu would walk from deeper within the forest, his pace slow and leisurely, giving the Saiyan plenty of time to adjust to the man's presence before he was actually....present.
It was only one bend that brought Katsu into a view, sidling around a large palm, easing himself across the many small bamboo shoots littering the area, careful not to fray or damage his stark white labcoat. A quick look up, and Katsu would remark in a friendly tone, “Oh, a Saiyan? With Pen and Paper no less? Well that by itself is interesting enough to stop and investigate..”
Standing a bit straighter Katsu would give the Saiyan something between a salute and a wave with a, “Yo! My name is Katsu Yuda. What brings the only Saiyan I've ever seen handling writing materials to Earth?”
[Word Count: 353]
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2016 6:03:33 GMT
Callion’s head snapped up from his scrawling. His ear twitched a bit as the sound of someone approaching caught his ear. A grin came over Callion’s face. This place’s natural serenity and odd plant life served as the perfect detection method for any life forms coming within proximity.
He readied himself for a defensive formation as the life form approached. His right instinctively gripped the hilt of his black blade. He was trying to hope for the best, but so far these people had proved mostly aggressive. As the man strolled into Callion’s view, the blade wielder’s guard dropped a little. The new entrant into his seclusion looked to be a simple man wearing a white jacket. The man gave Callion a wave, which the swordsman didn’t return. He simply stared at the man for a moment or two, assessing him as a threat. He had no intention of attacking first, but would be more than capable of defending himself if need be.
Then the man greeted Callion calmly, and inquired about his current activities, after politely introducing himself. Callion’s face quite visibly took a darker look to it. His eyelids sank, and his lips stretched into a grim line of distaste.
“I’m not a Saiyan,” he would say quietly, returning his gaze to his journal. A sudden feeling of confusion filled the young man. He knew of his biology and place of origin, but something inside of his mind, refused to accept the race he was born with. Slowly, Callion grew more confident with the claim he had made. He wasn’t a Saiyan, not anymore. Now he was just...just a...
“I’m not a Saiyan,” he reiterated, “I’m just a man seeking...something.”
Callion’s head tilted at his own ambiguous quest, before his eyes returned to the white jacket wearing man, who had referred to himself as Katsu Yada.
“You’re being awfully inquisitive of a complete stranger, aren’t you Mr. Yada,” he asked, not sounding threatening in the slightest, though his voice did have a natural hard edge to it, courtesy of his father.
Throughout this internal dialogue, Callion sat cross legged on the forest floor, giving no pretense of wanting to get up. He figured this would convey a sense of comfort to the other man, and make himself seem at the bare minimum, not hostile.
Word Count: 388
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2016 20:03:40 GMT
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Katsu gave his crooked grin, moving over to the nearest palm tree and sitting against it at the edge of the clearing that Callion had taken as his resting place. It was already being shown to Katsu that this conversation was going to be worth the effort, in one fell swoop the Saiyan declared he wasn't actually a Saiyan. Oh yes this was going to be a learning experience for somebody indeed.
Tilting his head to the side Katsu made a point to look Callion up and down in an analyzing manner, showing that he was taking in the features that Callion denied, “Not a Saiyan, eh? I see a furred tail, dark hair, and dark eyes. I see a Saiyan's garb, a warrior's weapon, and wanderer's caution. Clearly, if you're not a Saiyan, it is in the mind...
“Which is pretty interesting, actually. So, Saiyan-who-is-not-a-Saiyan, perhaps you could give me your name, because yes I am indeed quite inquisitive with strangers. Why shouldn't I be? Strange may be scary but you can learn a lot, often by just...asking.” Taking out a small capsule, Katsu pressed the button and tossed it just in front of him. It burst into...a small refrigerator! The door opened, Katsu making a hand motion in accompaniment of that action, and he pulled from the fridge a canned sports drink, tossing one over towards Callion as a matter of course before also pulling out some rations. The rations looked to be sandwiches, and if Callion spoke up about any sort of hunger Katsu would throw him one of them as well. The sandwiches would be cold cut combos, with plenty of meat and lettuce on them.
Digging into his own sandwich and his beverage Katsu would swallow his first bite before speaking again, “How about this? You answer one of my questions, I answer one of your questions, and we go back and forth for a while. Deal?”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2016 22:53:42 GMT
Callion’s heart rate sped up a tad as the man compared him to those other overly prideful pieces of filth, but he relaxed as the man showed he had the decency to not press onto the topic further.
Callion’s grip on his blade was a tight one, as the man pulled out a capsule, though it slacked a bit when the apparatus became some sort of food storage unit. He blinked a few times as the man sat down, and exhibited signs of complete and total comfort. Callion was truly vexed, but decided not to question the man on what he was doing. Instead, he returned to writing in his journal.
I seem to have come across a rather rude and curious member of this planet’s species. He seems determined to learn about me. He seems very relaxed for someone in front of a potentially dangerous foe, but I had no intention of harming him in the first place. Perhaps, he knew that upon seeing me. I will try my best to entertain his questions, though I have never been the one for talking that my father was. I feel as though this man will try to look at what I’m writing. Thankfully, I’m reasonably sure he won’t understand this, due to it being in Saiyan. I will return to finish my daily log after I answer this “Katsu Yada’s” questions.
Looking back over to the man, Callion pondered his desire to play the man’s questioning game. “Alright then,” he said quietly “But we both retain the right to not answer any questions we find too personal.”
This rule would serve to assist Callion in not having to dig up any unpleasant memories from his time on Vegeta, or even worse. His time in that hell. Callion gave a shudder as the memories rushed back, before he shook his head and looked to the man.
“Please feel free to take the first turn,” he said politely. No sense in being rude.
Word Count: 331
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2016 23:49:29 GMT
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A few bites more of his cold sandwich, a few swigs from his canned sports drink, and Katsu would continue to listen and wait for Callion's response to his offer of tit for tat. His counter to the offer was for Katsu to go first. Grinning again for a moment Katsu replied, “Well then, I'll go in groups of three to help keep things fast and interesting.
“First one. What's your name?” Katsu questioned, after all he had yet to get the alien's name. Callion might have thought Katsu rude for his rather upfront manner and his curiosity, but plenty of humans on earth would think Callion rude for not giving his name when Katsu had freely given his. It wasn't a thought Katsu dwelt on however, he felt it was just one of those things that was part of the social construct that humanity had created, and wasn't something of true value to keep in your thoughts.
“Second. Why did you come to Earth? And Third. What purpose do you have on Earth, if it's different than the reason you came here.” This pair of questions was one that was driven less by Katsu's own curiosity and more by the fact that Callion was obviously a Saiyan, whether he denied it or not. The shadow of the SSE loomed large over the entire galaxy at this point, and everyone was more than a little on edge, waiting for the time when the SSE would come back to try and finish the job they tried during the Saiyan Invasion. While Katsu didn't morally object with their actions, he had to view them as his enemy, because they surely viewed any human as their enemies.
Leaning back against the tree Katsu took another few bites of his sandwich, already thinking of what question the Saiyan on next “round”.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2016 6:18:36 GMT
Callion leaned back against one of the assorted bamboo trees and heaved a sigh. This man was already causing some rather unpleasant memories to resurface. Kassava’s face floated to the surface of his mind, and his fist clenched in rage, before he took a deep breath. Inhale and exhale. This method had done wonders for him during his childhood, and it seemed to be just as effective all these years later.
“My name is Callion, and as for your other two questions…” Callion paused and heaved a sigh. The memories were resurfacing, though this time a sadness filled him instead of rage. His face shifted to one of calm melancholy.
“I’d rather not answer either of those questions, though I will say, you need not worry. I’m only as much of a threat as the people around me are. I mean no harm to anyone at all. If we’re being honest with each other, I’ve been threatened with violence by two different races while on this planet. Aside from that however, it is quite lovely here.”
Callion would look around at the lavish landscape, and crack an almost grin, before looking back to the man. Suddenly, his stomach gave a very audible rumble, which caused Callion’s face to redden a bit in embarrassment.
“Forgive me for that. I haven’t eaten in almost four days now. Anyhow, I believe it is my turn to ask some questions.”
Thinking for a moment, he would nod in confirmation to himself as he made his silent decision.
“One. What planet is this? Two, did you believe my earlier statement of not being a threat to anyone? And lastly, what’s your favorite color?”
The last question was asked with a completely straight face, though internally he was berating himself over only coming up with two legitimate questions. He stared directly at the other man, not betraying any sign of indecision or weakness.
Word Count: 317
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2016 7:39:02 GMT
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In response to the man's obvious hunger Katsu would motion to the refrigerator, letting Callion know he could grab what he wanted from it. “Food's there if you want some, there's more than cold sandwiches. I think I've got a broasted chicken and a vegetable medley in the back.” Another few bites of his own sandwich before Katsu polished off his sandwich and rolled up the wrapper and tossing it in the corner of the fridge.
Katsu was slightly amused at the man's apparent ignorance of what “Earth” meant. He was intelligent enough to write, but was ignorant of the one planet that had managed to rebuff the SSE's invasion of the galaxy at large? Just what kind of life had led to that circumstance? No matter...for now.
”Well to be fair Saiyans aren't liked very well on this planet, considering the Solar Saiyan Empire tried to take it over less than a year ago. Whatever you say you are, you look Saiyan, and people here are scared enough of them to attack first and ask questions never.
“This is Planet Earth, the only planet to survive a Saiyan Invasion, although not without serious casualties.
“Two. I've no reason to distrust anyone who's willing to sit down and talk with someone who's weaker than them until proven otherwise.
“Three. I like all the colors in different circumstances, but my favorite would be... a deep orange, I suppose, like when you see the sunset on a clear day.”
Reaching back into the fridge Katsu would pull out a second sandwich, this one was a hamburger with bacon and cheese and plenty of toppings. Ripping into the sandwich Katsu gulped down the rest of his first can of sports drink and grabbed a second. “Alright...Hrm.. Your most.... immediate goal, your mid-term goal, and your life-long goal?”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2016 8:49:08 GMT
Callion stared at the man’s gracious offer of food, assuming it to be some sort of trick. Then, he took note of the man’s careless honesty, and reached into the fridge. A small part of him expected the contraption to explode, but thankfully his more rational side was correct. He picked up a sandwich, and grabbed what looked like a bottle of what he recognized as water Holding them out, he would take note of their odd shape, before unwrapping the sandwich. What he saw set off many a question in his mind. It was two squares of a some strange substance, and between them was what appeared to be two varieties of goo. One purple and easily dissolved, the other a certain shade of tan, and very adhesive. Sniffing he could only assume to be the “sandwich” he would take a tentative bite out of it. The taste was a mixture of sweet, and creamy, and some of the adhesive paste was stuck to the roof of his mouth. Using his tongue, he would remove it and force the substance down his throat. He nodded at the meal.
Then as the man, began to describe how the Saiyans had already arrived on this world, Callion rolled his eyes, and looked quite plainly agitated.
“I figured out the attack first thing when some purple man used me as target practice,” he said sarcastically, knowing full well how rude he was being. He had to sacrifice his ship in order to get out of there, and prayed silently to whatever god could hear him that that Arcosian wouldn’t come back.
“And I can assure you, a fight between you and I would almost certainly end in your favor,” he said seriously, and looking completely honest.
Holding the sandwich near his mouth, Callion mulled over the questions asked of him, before he responded.
“Immediate goal,” Callion said in a bored voice taking a bite of his sandwich “find a place to live and hopefully don’t draw too much attention to myself. If people on this Earth don’t trust Saiyans, then I, who looks like one wouldn’t want anyone assuming I’m one of them.”
“Mid term goal...hm. Guess it wouldn’t hurt to make some….what are they called? Ah yes...Allies,” he once again took a bite from his sandwich, this time draining half of his bottle of water in the process.
Finally, he took a deep breath, and placed the entire rest of the sandwich into his mouth, swallowing it whole, with almost no effort, before answering the man’s final question. “I guess….hm… three kids and a wife would be nice.”
He made no eye contact with the man as he made these claims, before he cleared his throat and said, “Alright, I believe it is my turn.” He took a few minute’s pause, before he looked at the man and said quite plainly, “Pass. Your turn again.”
Word Count: 488
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2016 20:38:26 GMT
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Katsu was vaguely impressed by Callion's realistic nature. Most Saiyans were always half insane with racial pride and self-confidence, so it was nice to meet one who had a level head on their shoulders for once. Standing Katsu dusted himself off from the ground and gave a big stretch, tossing the wrapper of his hamburger in the fridge before slurping down the rest of his drink and disposing of that in the fridge as well.
“You're a pretty down to earth sort of guy, Callion. It's a big change from most of the muscle heads I meet nowadays. Listen, I've got DNA samples that need to get back to my lab before they go bad on me, but how about I do you a favor? See I've got a big mansion with lots of space for guests but nobody lives with me so its all going to waste. You can have one of the empty bedrooms for as long as you like. I live in the Mount Paozu region, which most people avoid because normal people are just likely to be eaten by a T Rex or something. If you're looking normal folk it's a good place to be.” Katsu knelt in front of the fridge, beginning to clean up its contents, placing wrappers and empty cans in a special compartment for the waste products, grabbing another hamburger before closing up the fridge and pressing a button. The little fridge poofed back into the capsule that had been there before. Pocketing it Katsu brought out another capsule and pressed its button, throwing it to reveal a Hovercar!
Stepping up to the vehicle Katsu pressed the starting mechanism and turned to Callion. “If you're interested just hop in the back of the car, I'm gonna head out now.” Katsu would then hop into the driver seat, beginning to rev up the engine for its future travel...
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Exiting if nothing else comes up. Katsu will take Zeni!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2016 22:51:27 GMT
Callion stared blankly at the man’s offer. He was expecting more questions, not several compliments and a very generous offer. He quietly pondered his choices in the matter. He had no idea what Mount Paozu was, but he was aware that mountains usually guaranteed solitude. Plus the man had said that he lived alone, so Callion wouldn’t have to worry about being judged. While this man had admitted to being non hostile, a small bit of doubt still hung at the back of his mind. Finally, he would crumple up the wrapper to the sandwich he had just finished, and stuff it into the now empty bottle of water. He would then place the water bottle into the right pocket of his red jumpsuit. He would then move into the back seat of Katsu’s odd contraption, making sure to pick up his journal and pencil. As he took his seat, he opened the book back to his unfinished page, and begin to scrawl anew.
I have finished my questioning session with the one called Katsu Yada, and it seems fortune has smiled upon me! This man has offered me a place to live, along with a stable source of food and solitude. Though I am still hesitant to completely trust this man, I’d be a fool to refuse such an opportunity. Perhaps this could become something of a permanent situation, which would be much more luxurious than sleeping outside. While the latter is more than manageable after the hell I’ve endured, one must always choose the best for one’s self out of many options. After I finish this current log, I will rest and start again. Hopefully, I will not be brutally murdered between then and now. Or any form of murdered, now that I think about it. Regardless, I shall continue to write soon!
Callion closed the book, and looked forward at the road ahead, unsure of what his life was turning into, but almost certain that it wouldn’t be boring.
Word Count: 332
Exiting the Thread. PL please!
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Mar 25, 2016 17:41:41 GMT
Katsu - 2118 Z.
Callion - 3794 PL.
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