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Post by Beryl Roarke on Apr 2, 2016 2:17:55 GMT
And there was that scary ass smile of Samba’s again. While Samba celebrated, Beryl screamed internally; it was starting to dawn upon him that Samba was going to more than likely follow him everywhere like the true pack animal he was. The images started flashing through Beryl’s mind. Whenever he slept, Samba would be there. Whenever he ate, Samba would be there. Whenever he trained, Samba would be there. Whenever he showered, Samba would be there. Beryl rapidly shook his head, doing what he could to dispel the vivid, mental images. Surely, Samba wouldn’t be that attached to him, right? “This situation sounds pretty serious,” Beryl commented after Samba finished explaining. “This girl you’re talking about – how old is she? If you say that she’s working along with this android named Pin, she must be old enough to understand the consequences of her actions. She may be very young, but with how the galaxy is recently, children are being forced to grow up very quickly.” With a sigh, Beryl crossed his arms. “And to think that they put a bounty on you, they clearly don’t care about who they kill so as long as they get cash on it. Still, even if I was a mercenary, I wouldn’t be desperate enough to kill someone for two hundred Zeni.” Either Pin was extremely cheap, or he didn’t really consider Samba much of a threat. Either way, the android had made a mistake, and Beryl wasn’t going to let it slide. “You won’t have to worry about them killing you, Samba. You’re under the Galactic Patrol’s protection now. Plus, with your training, you’ll be more than capable of handling anyone from this organization yourself.”The mercenary group didn’t sound like the nicest bunch of individuals, but they were no different than the usual scumbags that Beryl had to deal with on a daily basis. It seemed that as soon as someone got a hold of ki manipulation and how to use it to reinforce and empower their bodies, they felt like they could do anything they wanted to without any regard for others. “Anyways, since we’re already here, I think we can start your first training lesson. It won’t be a long one though; it’ll be something that you can practice yourself after I show you. But first, I have a question. Have you ever trained under increased gravity?”Beryl then motioned towards his royal-class ship. “As you already saw, I was training under it myself. If you have never tried it, you need to start doing it as soon as possible. It’s a very difficult training regime that puts a tremendous amount of stress on the body. Therefore, you need to start off small – ten times normal gravity – and only go up in increments of ten. If you try to go up the gravity levels too quickly, you’re going to end up as a puddle of goop and fur on the ground.” As gory and gruesome as it sounded, Beryl was telling the absolute truth. “However, if you keep up with your gravity training, you’ll become much stronger, faster, quicker, more agile, mentally tougher; everything about you will improve. Once you reach one hundred and fifty times normal gravity, you will have a shot at beating me in a spar.” Beryl figured that was one of Samba’s ultimate goals, and that alone would serve as plenty of motivation. “Anyways, as for your lesson: I’m going to work with you on your reflexes and how to defend and attack with as little movement as possible, but with maximum power and efficiency.” Still a foot or so away from Samba, Beryl gestured towards the Zoanthrope. “Now, try and hit me.”Samba
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Post by Samba on Apr 3, 2016 0:33:39 GMT
Samba was still having a blast and fully ignorant of Beryl's current internal freakout if he could read minds and knew what Beryl was thinking he would have probably laughed himself silly until he passed out. Thankfully for all involved, the male couldn't read anyone's thoughts. Samba would probably get a headache from all the internal screaming that Beryl does in any case.
At the mention of children being forced to grow up very quickly the male let himself be pulled back from days of old, when he still had his family and trained since he was a kid to become one of the Warriors of the village alongside the rest of his brethren, quickly pulling himself back from that memory the male regarded the human with a serious expression. "She's young, Boss. Like we're talking about not even ten years OLD old. That's how young she is or, at least, that's how she seemed to me." that's how she seemed to me." There was a slight pause before the male resumed speaking. "I mean, I understand that some children grow up very quickly depending on their backgrounds, hell I was in that background because of how I grew up anyway. I don't know much about her to make an educated guess, but I'd say that she's following Pin because of something that relates to her past with him. I don't have the full picture to tell you what that would be, though." The male growled and scratched the back of his head, angry at himself for not having the full answers to give to his new Boss, thankfully at least they both agreed on something, Pin was a cheap ass.
"Yeah, two hundred Zeni is not even enough for a full day meal or for whatever else." Samba agreed out loud and crossed his arms over his chest. "And I'm glad to be onboard, let me just say that. I plan to get stronger so that no one, not even those that come after my head, would get the chance to hurt those that I care about." He had lost too much already, he didn't want to lose the few friends that he would make alongside his journey to become strong and in his stay with the Galatic Patrol.
At the mention of starting a training lesson, the Zoan perked up instantly, his tail wagging slightly behind him as he uncrossed his arms and leaned slightly toward Beryl, his eyes locked with the male's and he would clearly see the male's, energy dancing within those green orbs of his. "That's completely fine by me! Anything that you can teach me will be useful to me." He said firstly before quieting down and listening to the male speaking for a while.
At the question being spoken to him, the Zoan shook his head in the negative. "No, I haven't trained under increased gravity or whatever— But an acquaintance that I made offered me the chance to use his Gravity Chamber back at Satan City, I haven't taken him on that offer so far, though." Perhaps he should give Alex a visit and train with him under increased gravity? It sounded like it would be very rewarding in terms of getting a good workout, not to mention on gaining more power as a result.
He turned toward the ship when Beryl motioned towards it before looking back at him. "I'll make sure to start my training as quickly as possible, in fact, I might start on later today if that's okay with you?" He made sure to at least ask for the chamber in the case that Beryl or someone else inside the Galatic Patrol wanted to use it before himself did. He almost made sure to pay close attention to Beryl's explanation on how to carefully use the Gravity Chamber, he held back a wince at the thought of him becoming a puddle of goo and fur on the ground because he mistakenly upped the gravity to one hundred times that of Earth's normal gravity. "I'll make sure to be extra careful when dealing with that chamber."
And indeed, it was enough of a motivation to use this Gravity Chamber, if he someday got to the specific gravity of one hundred and fifty times normal gravity and trained in it until he got strong enough, perhaps he'd finally battle Beryl at full power?
The thought made him giddy to already start this gravity training.
But his lesson was merely just beginning, and he looked at the man when he asked that strange request of his, an eyebrow arching up almost to his forehead when the male asked to hit him. Feeling like he had nothing to lose and much to gain with this lesson, the male shrugged before taking a battle stance and stared at the man merely a foot away from him.
The clearing was silent as he waited patiently for the perfect moment to strike, and once that moment came the Wolf Zoanthrope quickly attacked by thrusting a right fist forward toward's the male chest, but it seemed to be a distraction as before it could hit Samba recalled the member back and instead flung his left fist aimed at the male's temple to perhaps disorientate him.
The maneuver had worked with Alex once upon a time, so perhaps it would work with Beryl in the same way?
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Apr 3, 2016 21:03:09 GMT
Even as Samba dropped into his fighting stance, Beryl remained perfectly still – remaining as casual as ever. Silence followed as Samba waited for the perfect opportunity to attack. Knowing how strong Beryl was, the wolf Zoanthrope knew that he had to consider every single possibility and strike with true, bestial ferocity if he wanted to have a chance of even laying a claw on the dark-skinned human. Then, Samba moved. The hulking, reddish-brown canine stepped forward, plate-sized fist barreling towards the center of Beryl’s chest. Beryl didn’t move – not yet – though his eyes moved along with Samba’s strike. He acknowledged that it was incoming, but once Samba stopped it midway, Beryl’s eyes appeared fixated on the extended fist – providing the illusion that he was too preoccupied with the feint in order to notice Samba’s true strike – a left-handed punch – barreling right towards his temple. At first, it’d look like Samba’s punch would strike true. However, at the last conceivable moment, Beryl suddenly ducked beneath the blow, but only the bare minimum required. He felt the wind above his head ripple as Samba’s fist went sailing by ahead, but he didn’t remain idle. With startling speed and agility, Beryl darted to the right, just enough to place him right outside of the Zoan’s swinging arm. His left hand went to grab Samba’s wrist and with a simple, but strong tug, Beryl aimed to pull Samba forward, just enough to where the much taller male was forced to bend down so that he was level with Beryl’s height. Simultaneously, Beryl’s free, right hand screamed towards Samba’s neck in a knife-hand strike. Just before he was about to strike true, Beryl stopped, literally millimeters away from crushing Samba’s windpipe. “That was a good move,” Beryl stated, staring right into Samba’s emerald-green hues. In a way, Beryl’s gaze was terrifying – it seemed to be cold, calculating and emotionless, but it was all just a façade just to get the point across that one slipup could mean life and death. “You would’ve gotten anyone else with that. However, I guess I’m a little bit different.” That alone was the understatement of the year. “But did you see how I used the minimal amount of movement possible in order to avoid and counter your attack? In a fight, you want to be as economical as possible. If you burn too much energy too quickly, you’ll be in a lot of trouble if the battle lasts longer than you expect.” With that, Beryl let Samba’s wrist go, assuming that the whole counter was even successful. “Now, I’m not saying that you have to fight just like me; everyone has their own style. You’re basically twice my size, so you’re naturally a lot stronger than I am. Not only that, but you’re surprisingly fast too. I guess part of the reason for that is you’re a Zoan,” Beryl said, resting his hands in his pockets. “Anyways, you may not be as physically strong or fast as me now, but once you get closer and closer to my skill level, you’re going to start passing me up. For one, you have muscles for days. I don’t.” Beryl held up his arms for comparison. Unlike Samba’s particle-cannons-for-arms, Beryl’s arms were average in every aspect of the word. He wasn’t a twig, but he sure as hell wasn’t a weightlifter or anything like that; he didn’t even have the “body” of a martial artist or a fighter either. “So, I have to rely on technique to see me through most of the time. You – on the other hand – don’t have that same burden.”Nodding, Beryl looked off to the side before staring up at Samba once again. “Do you have any questions?”Samba
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Post by Samba on Apr 5, 2016 1:00:10 GMT
Samba had believed that his move would have worked, that it would have perhaps landed squarely against the man's temple and give him quite the scrambled eggs for a head, but at the last moment before his fist could land, the male moved so fast he almost missed it as Beryl ducked down and easily avoided his blow, leaving him wide open for a counterattack as he overbalanced himself when he threw that punch. The Zoanthrope was starting to realize that the man was so fast and agile even when relaxed if he had to guess the speed at which the man dodged his attack then it would have been what it took for a person to blink! With the same amount of speed and agility the dark-skinned human moved to the right, enough so the male would have a clear view of his extended arm and an easy reach for a grapple. The dark-furred Wolf Zoan blinked confusedly at Beryl, only to grunt in surprise when with a mere strong flick of Beryl's hand he found himself staring right back to those dark-brown eyes of his new Boss. He felt the air shifting quite suddenly as the human's hand flew with startling speed right at his throat and stopped inches from possibly crushing his windpipe, in fact as the Zoan gulped he felt his Adam's apple touch Beryl's hand for a brief second. "...oh." Samba blinked again, beads of sweat trailing down the side of his face as he realized that if this was a very much real fight then he would have been dead where he stood with no chance of getting back up unless a miracle happened. It was... quite the humbling experience if he was honest. Not to mention that it felt like some years of his life were taken off with that scare. Damn if his new Boss wasn't scary as shit. Samba smiled tentatively back at Beryl though it looked more like a grimace than anything. "I-indeed you are, B-Boss." Samba wondered if it would be detrimental to his health to ask for his hand back. He wisely didn't ask and instead listened to Beryl's lecture, inwardly feeling a sense of deja-vu crawl down his back and he absently realized that Alex was the one that gave him this exact same lecture, it was so almost word for word it was kinda scary. Samba breathed an audible sigh of relief as he got his hand back, the male idly rubbing his wrist and giving Beryl a searching look, his tail wagging behind him as the human complimented his fighting style, it wasn't the best around of that he was sure but so far it had helped him survive in the wild and against other dimwitted opponents. "Another reason is that I trained my ass off since I was a child, you can thank my parents for that. May the rest in peace." He almost let out a grunt of amusement against what should have been a minute of silence as he remembered about his Father and Mother. "You can also thank them for that. But you should have seen my Father when he was alive, he was taller and bulkier than me, and he was really fast, faster than me as of now actually." The male grinned wildly, a chuckle working his way up his throat and vibrating against his chest. It seemed that the teaching was finally over for the moment, and Samba couldn't be more grateful, the adrenaline was leaving his body very fast and making him tired all of the sudden. "Yeah, I have a question—" Suddenly there was a loud roar, like the one you would hear from a Tyrannosaurus Rex, it echoed vastly thanks to their location amplifying the sound and making it carry on far and wide. Once the sound stopped it left behind an uncomfortable silence in its wake. "Um..." Samba hedged as he rubbed the back of his head, his whole face suddenly glowing with a blush and easily seen through his fur it was so bright. "Do you perchance have like a cow or three hidden anywhere in your kitchen? Because I'm starving!" The male winced as another growl rumbled from deep within his stomach, the male patting his abdomen with a hand as if to calm down some mighty beast from the deep. It seemed like this was going to be the start of a great adventure ahead for Samba. Beryl Roarke
Thread Exit for me. WC: 7642
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Apr 5, 2016 6:51:35 GMT
“…”Hearing Samba talk about his deceased parents made Beryl fall silent. Since both of his parents were still alive, Beryl couldn’t fully understand the amount of pain that Samba had endured ever since his entire village was wiped out by the SSE, but he could at least sympathize with the Zoanthrope. Still, the thought of Samba’s father being bigger and bulkier than Samba was creating all sorts of horrifying images within Beryl’s head. Little did he know that Samba was only eighteen – the wolf had plenty of time to grow, both appearance wise and power wise, and be even more terrifying than he already was now. “I’m sure that you’ll be able to become as strong as your father – no, stronger than him,” Beryl said. “Just keep up with the hard work; I’m sure your parents would be proud of the progress you have made so far.” The best Beryl could do was to be encouraging. Samba was basically without a family, which meant that the Galactic Patrol was essentially his family now. Now, Beryl felt responsible for Samba’s well-being; it was the least he could do for Samba’s parents. Then, a demonic sound rumbled through the area. It was as if Satan himself was within Samba’s black pit of a stomach. At this point, Beryl was staring at Samba like he was a damn demon, and once the Zoan asked for food in perhaps one of the strangest and scariest ways possible, Beryl continued staring up at the much taller Samba – dark-brown eyes wide. “… No, Samba. I don’t keep cows on my ship,” Beryl replied matter-of-factly before pivoting towards his ship. He motioned for the hungry canine to follow him. “There’s plenty of food on the ship though. C’mon.” Beryl took a few steps forward, only to stop and look over his shoulder at Samba. His eyelids lowered. “Just don’t eat all of my food, alright? I already have someone doing that.”Beryl really didn't like Zam-Zam. Samba
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Apr 5, 2016 15:13:35 GMT
Samba - 20461 [!!] PL.
Going to request my own stuff separately.
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Post by Queen Habana on Apr 9, 2016 0:02:04 GMT
Beryl RoarkeWC: 5666 - Gains: 12,918 Current PL: 213,406 - New PL: 226,324
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