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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2016 2:40:00 GMT
▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼ Base Powerlevel: 12,300 | Transformation: Suppressed | Current Powerlevel: 7,500 | Gain Bonuses: Human Zeni Bonus | Callion |
At the helm of his personal Hovercar Katsu steered the vehicle across the treacherous terrain of Mount Paozu. It was a wonderful place to live if one was interested in solitude and adventure but even with a Hover vehicle the roads were almost completely useless. The area just had too many cliffs and dips and craters and other strange terrain to ever be the kind of place people would want to live en masse. Which was precisely the reason Katsu had decided to purchase a Mansion out in this wilderness. Nobody nearby meant less people to disturb him when he was focusing on one of his many projects. Of course Katsu had taken the idea and tossed it out the window apparently, because he had decided to invite someone into his home to stay as a guest, and they were currently in the back seat of his vehicle at that moment.
Callion, the Saiyan who said he was not a Saiyan despite his obvious heritage, for one he had a furred tail, had taken up Katsu's offer to stay at his home for a while. Katsu was unsure of the man's true intentions on the planet but he didn't seem anything like that of most Saiyans, and that was enough of a reason for Katsu to take him in and see what he could do to help the man. It would at the very least be quite interesting to see what Callion was going to grow into, how a Saiyan who apparently hated his own species would evolve.
A bump of turbulence as Katsu began to slow down the vehicle, threading the metaphorical needle as he edged the vehicle through heavy trees and thick underbrush. Sometimes he came within inches of a sturdy trunk half the thickness of the vehicle itself, but he never once hit any of them. Katsu believe in evolving in everything you do, putting 100% effort in everything, and it showed even in his driving skills. Of course the way he was manipulating the vehicle was probably more than enough to jostle his passenger in the backseat, waking him up from his sleep or reverie or whatever reason the man had been mostly silent for the majority of the trip thus far. In fact...
“Yo.. Yo! Callion. If you're conscious take a look, we're about to round the corner to... there it is...” As Katsu spoke they would suddenly come into view of a very large home. So big it was practically a mansion. Three stories, almost 35,000 square footage, and a solid Gothic motif. Honestly it made it look almost like a small castle. It was set up near to a cliff face on the right hand side, and the left hand side had a garage built onto the house, adhering to the original construction motif despite its obvious modern use. Katsu slowed the vehicle to a crawl as he pressed a button on the dashboard of the vehicle, the front facade of the garage flipping up to reveal the completely modern looking interior of the room, and Katsu brought the vehicle to a halt once inside.
Another button press to turn the vehicle off, close the garage door behind them, and Katsu hopped out of the vehicle, "So you want a tour or do you want a bed first?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2016 2:51:10 GMT
Callion’s eyes drifted open quickly as the car jostled around. The sun was dipped low into the horizon, and the sky was quickly turning violet. Several stars began to shine behind the ever so thinning clouds traversing the sky. He sat up straight in the leather back seat of the car, his back cracking a bit as he did so. He had indeed begun to drift off to sleep, but he found that the large blade strapped to his back made finding comfort while reclining difficult. His eyelids fluttered over bloodshot eyes for a moment, before the house that the man spoke of came into view.
His jaw hung open a bit at the sheer mass of the home. He had been raised in a far off cabin in the desert. A palace like this was fit for Saiyan royalty, far above the pay grade of a socially unpleasant swordsman and a kind, yet secretly terrifying woman. The gothic styling, though not unnerving for Callion, did seem to look frightening enough to keep regular Earthlings away.
As they entered the spaced out garage, Callion looked around trying to memorize every little detail. He quickly followed the man out of the car, standing straight and tall. Turning his head to Katsu, he said in an even and polite voice “I would very much appreciate a tour, and there is no need to be worried about a bed for me. I am not even remotely tired.” Upon saying that, Callion would reach into the bag slung over his shoulder and pull out his pen and journal. Opening to a new page, he would uncap the red inked pen, and begin to follow the man, scrawling as he did so and taking care to keep at least three steps behind the man so as to not bump into his back side.
I have returned from my intermission,and am now currently within the residence of Mr. Yada. I am aware of my previous claim of wanting to rest and then start anew tomorrow, but I had a change of heart, and will now document the almost certain to be illustrious to be tour my gracious host will be providing for me. Hopefully, he has more food similar to the sandwich I had earlier today. It was quite enjoyable if a little sticky. Regardless, this man has promised me lodging, so I must learn the lay of the land, if I am to live here. I will periodically report back to this log about the things he shows me. Hopefully he has some sort of training facility for me to make use of. Though I am indeed no fan of violence, my skills in self defense must remain sharp at all times, lest I fall prey to more men like that Purple Man from earlier. Hm. Maybe I should find the time to record my first two days on this planet as well.
Callion paused in his scrawling and thought about it for a moment, nodding yes to himself a few moments later.
Yes. I think that is a very good idea. After all, why leave out some of the most impactful moments upon my entrance to this “Earth’s” way of life. Granted, they were both very negative encounters. Still, this Katsu Yada seems like a nice enough fellow. I hope for the best, though I am far past the point of optimism.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2016 11:03:42 GMT
▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼ Base Powerlevel: 12,300 | Transformation: Suppressed | Current Powerlevel: 7,500 | Gain Bonuses: Human Zeni Bonus | Callion |
Well it seemed like Callion was going to be of the stubborn variety, refusing any sort of weakness until it eventually put him on his back whether he liked it or not. Katsu didn't mind though, he knew it was impossible to have a Saiyan that was completely un-Saiyan-like, and part of the reason Katsu had invited him to his home was the fact that he wanted to see how Callion compared to the average Saiyan mentality, both his similarities and his differences. It might lead to something in the future, some way to change the racial mindset of the Saiyans to be a little less barbaric in nature. A hell of a long shot, considering, but hey, might as well try.
“As you like, just keep in mind my home is not a warrior's home. My things are not reinforced to handle the anger of someone who can bench press a car, so please be careful with everything. I have a Training Room in case you ever need to blow off some steam, more on that later, for now the main Foyer is just through here...” Katsu would start off as he walked through the door into said room, setting a moderate pace for Callion to follow with. Leading him through room to room it would become obvious to Callion that this home was in fact too big for Katsu to utilize all of the space. Most of the rooms felt empty, as if they weren't lived in. In fact the entire first floor had this feeling. They were just rooms, they weren't part of the home that Katsu had made for himself, and the reasoning why would soon be explained.
“I bought this place mostly because of its remote location and rather...spacious basement. It was useful for putting my laboratory into. It's honestly bigger than the house at this point and only getting bigger... I live more in my lab than I do the house so you'll probably have the run of the place most of the time. Up the stairs here is where I do sleep and have most of my actual stuff thats not in the lab...”
Leading Callion upstairs Katsu would begin to take him to the section at the back of the house. It was only in this area that Katsu's scent would become more prevalent, the sense that this area was lived in becoming noticeable. A makeshift kitchen had been set up in what used to be a recreation room, all of the appliances being portable units, and the one kitchen in the room was previously used for rinsing off paint brushes and crafting tools over cleaning produce and dirty hands for a meal.
Eventually Katsu would bring them to the Bedroom Hallway. Katsu would mark out the door at the far side as his, but there were four other doors leading to separate room suites on either side of the hallway. Thinking for a moment Katsu finally grabbed the door to the room on the left hand side, “Here, this suite is set up more for a guy than a woman. Those are on the right side..”
If Callion thought that the initial look of the house was impressive he would find his assigned sleeping quarters to be extreme! No less than 4 rooms in total including the bathroom, each the size of a small cottage. The first two rooms weren't even the bedroom, they were a Sitting Room and a Dressing Room, the first with comfortable chairs and a couch for relaxation and conversation and the second with A great big closet containing a bunch of various different types of clothing, much of which probably wouldn't interest Callion unless he was going to try and blend in with humans. A large four poster bed was in the bedroom proper and connect to it was a bathroom.
“The toilet, shower, and bathtub are all automated and voice operated. Just tell it what you want in a clear voice and it'll do it. This machine here is a laundry cleaning unit, just put your dirty clothes in it and ten minutes later they're clean and dried. The tub can add a bunch of different scents to it depending on what you want to smell like when you're done. Other than that... the bed will naturally adjust to your sleeping posture to provide more comfort. You're gonna have a hard time getting out of it the first few days it's so comfortable, trust me.”
Katsu looked back at Callion once he had finally finished up the little tour of the house, “So, you stink like a man who's not washed for several days. You clean up while I get these samples to the lab then I'll start on dinner. If you want to use the training room I'll tell you about it tomorrow. I need to adjust the security protocols in my lab so my AI doesn't try to put holes in your head for going down there.”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2016 22:14:22 GMT
Callion remained mostly silent for the tour around the home, though he did place his journal back into his bag. He had decided to absorb all of the information with his full attention, and write about it at some other point.
“Well we wouldn’t want that, now would we?” Callion said jokingly, yet no smile came over his face. Looking at the man, Callion would take note of the man’s mention of his stench and actually grin at the scientist. “Well in truth it’s been about,” Callion’s smile would disappear as he searched his memory for a moment, and said assuredly “three years since I’ve last bathed.” The memories from that hell resurfaced and Callion had a visible shudder. Then he looked at Katsu and performed a very un-Saiyan like action. Dropping to his knees, he would place both of his palms sideways and flat on the ground. He would then lower his head, and evenly say “Thank you very much for allowing me to live here with you, Katsu Yada. I will repay you for this someday. I swear on my sword.” With that, he would stand up yet again, wave the man goodbye and head into his new room.
He marvelled at all of the space inside his new room. This whole suit had to be bigger than both floors of his...his home back on Vegeta. Callion looked down at the ground, and placed a hand to his stressed looking face. A heavy sigh came from his chest as he shut the door behind him, and moved toward one of the larger looking seats. Dropping his bag next to the He sat down in one of the chairs facing the door and reclined, releasing another hefty sigh. Memories of his mother and father’s smiling faces surfaced in his minds, and he quickly pushed the memories back under. Taking a deep breath, he would retain his composure as he rose to stand, and unlatched the armor on his upper body, letting it fall to the floor. He then removed the rest of his red jumpsuit on the way to the bathroom, leaving them on sink.
Confusion filled the young man’s eyes as he stared at the mechanism of the shower, before he recalled Mr. Yada saying something about voice activation.
“Um...Shower turn on please,” he said hesitantly, expecting to just seem like some insane man speaking to a shower, when to his surprise the water began to stream out of the faucet, splashing the dry porcelain below. Staring for a moment, he would shrug and step into the small enclosure. The feeling of cold water washed over him, as he looked around the shower for the soap.
“Where’s the soap?” He asked himself, as the shower head suddenly sprouted two additional nozzles, which then discharged a foamy white substance onto Callion’s front. Sniffing the substance, Callion deduced that this must’ve been what the Earthlings used as soap. Applying it up and down his body, he would rinse it off. Over the course of two hours, Callion repeated the process five times more, before deactivating the shower and stepping out into the bathroom. Taking a seat on the bathroom floor, he would wait about an hour for his dripping wet body to dry off.
Fully clothed and hair still a tad moist, Callion would move back into the sitting room and take his previous seat. Reaching into his beige shoulder bag, he would pull out his leather journal, go to the last page he had written on, and begin to scrawl anew about all of these recent events.
This is truly a house of wonder. So large it dwarfs the one back home by quite an impressive margin, I have yet to see its entirety. Though the tour was incomplete, I am still blown away by all of the marvels I have seen thus far. Mister Yada has a shower mechanization that produces both water and soap. Speaking of showers, I have just finished my first one in over three years. That hell didn’t have much in the way of bathing outlets…or water for that matter. Still, that’s all behind me. Now I can focus on the rest of my life. Finding friends, and maybe even a mate. I am far past the point of optimism, but maybe...just maybe I can start to be hopeful again. This Earth is proving to be
Callion paused in his writing to turn the page as he had run out of room.
quite an interesting planet after all. Not completely violent, yet not entirely peaceful. I am curious to see what my time here will flourish into after recent events.
Closing the journal, Callion would place it back into his bag, and walk into one of the adjacent rooms, looking for his bed. What he found was perhaps the biggest bed he had seen in a long while. Moving toward it, he would look around to make sure no one was watching, and hop onto the mattress, his muscled body flopping as a grin came over his face.
“I like it here,” he said, sinking into the plump mattress and shutting his eyes.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2016 10:07:29 GMT
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[OOC: I'll be honest I completely forgot about this post. My bad x.x]
Katsu set about doing just what he had said he would. Making dinner. Knowing of a Saiyans typical appetite Katsu had made sure to create a comprehensive meal. After all he could guess from Callion's comments thus far that he had been in a place that didn't allow him to have a proper diet or much of anything that would keep himself strong. Katsu had to first correct his diet and strengthen his body before he could see what Callion was going to grow into as a being. So the meal that Katsu put out on the table would have fed a family of five humans for a week and then some. It was strange considering that Callion had yet to show up by the time Katsu had finished cooking. It had taken him nearly two hours to finish it all and yet he hadn't come down.
A quick check of his security system told him that Callion was still in the bathroom, and that his shower was still in use. “Ah. Probably enjoying the shower. Three years is a long time without cleaning yourself properly...”
Of course even after Callion was done with his shower he didn't come down, and another check said that Callion had moved to his bed. Shrugging Katsu just finished of the meal what he could himself, which was a surprising amount, shocking even Katsu. He had managed to polish fully a third of the meal on his own, which was much much more than his appetite had been before. Frowning in thought Katsu cleaned up the food and put the rest away for leftovers tomorrow before moving down to his Laboratory in the basement. After all he had adjustments to make to his security protocols...
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The next morning Katsu would knock on Callion's bedroom door loudly with a series of three sharp knocks. Without waiting for a reply Katsu would enter the room, a platter of food held in his right hand which he set on the table of the Sitting Room, calling over to Callion, “Yo. It's the next day already Callion. There's food here so get up before it gets cold.” Katsu had a slightly authoritative tone to his voice to help shake the sleep from Callion's brain.
Sitting down in the sitting room, across from Callion's entrance to the main bedroom, Katsu would wait until Callion came over and sat down, sipping some tea he had made and eating some of the ham he had brought. When finally Callion would sit Katsu would ask, “I've adjusted the security protocols. The Training Room is open to your use, what would you plan on training first?”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2016 5:44:59 GMT
Callion tossed and turned. His body seized up from an unfamiliar sensation. Cold metal uncomfortably pressed against his back. He could see only darkness, but soon realized his eyes were shut. Upon opening them, an unfamiliar site filled his eyes. A grey stone ceiling, illuminated by a flittering green light source one could only assume to be flame. Trying to arch his back in order to sit up straight, he felt something restraining both his wrists and area above both ankles. Craning his neck up, he looked down to see that several silver rings had been used as shackles to keep him in place. He also took note of the fact that he was only wearing a pair of navy boxer briefs. Looking around, the Saiyan noted his surroundings and gave a shudder of fear.
A sinister looking laboratory, complete with vials of shifting liquids, and bronze coils crackling with black electricity. “Where am-” Callion opened his mouth to say, but for some unnatural reason no sound came out. He tried to speak several more times, before a sound grabbed all of his attention. Rapid footsteps were coming from a place behind him, and the sound of a creaking door opening rang throughout the mostly silent room followed by a voice which said, “Ah...my prrrize is still here. Such a good prrrize…”
A purple gloved hand smeared itself across Callion’s disgusted face. The man in questions sounded what most insects would if they could speak, and he seemed to enjoy rolling his r’s. Callion tried to strain against his bonds as the sound of a buzzsaw whirring filled the room. “You know...I’ve always wonderrred if Saiyan brrrains looked similar to otherrr species.” As the man stepped into Callion’s view his entire appearance grew hazy to the point where discerning details was almost impossible, though his large buzzsaw was quite clear. As the man’s apparatus drew closer, Callon let loose several silent screams of protest and terror, before he snapped back into the slightly less terrifying world of the awake.
The voice of that Earthling...Katsu Yada, rang in Callion’s ears. The saiyan’s heart raced as flashes of that laboratory filled his mind. Getting up, he removed his shirt and surveyed his body which was coated in a thin membrane of sweat, before heading into the sitting room. Seeing his human compatriot there, he gave him a small wave, before the site of food set him into a frenzy. Grabbing what he could only assume to be white liquid and small squares of some unknown substance, he tilted back his head and opened his mouth wide, pouring the contents of the bowl into his expectant throat and swallowing them. Sighing afterward, he grabbed what looked like circular discs of grain and popped three into his mouth at once, and muched quickly swallowing those as well. Grabbing what smelt like a sizzling strip of meat, he paused as it was halfway into his mouth, and stared at Katsu who had just asked if he wanted to train.
“Hm… Well… This tail is quite the annoyance. When grabbed it causes quite a bit of… discomfort. I would cut it off but… Nevermind.” Callion grew visibly more sullen at that last remark. “But regardless, I am your guest. And if you want me to train, then train I shall. Lead the way, Mr. Yada.”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2016 21:40:31 GMT
▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼ Base Powerlevel: 12,300 | Transformation: Suppressed | Current Powerlevel: 7,500 | Gain Bonuses: Human Zeni Bonus | Callion |
Katsu smiled as he put his hands up in mock defense against Callion's “accusations”, “Oh no no. I'm not going to try and force you to do anything you don't want to. People grow the best when they do it by choice, I feel. I'm just offering you a training session to get used to the training room. I'm still waiting on some parts to be delivered to finish up the gravity function, but the Hologram system is in place” Standing and grabbing one of the few slices of bacon, Katsu munched on the crispy goodness as he walked out of the room, motioning for Callion to follow with the food platter. Everyone needed to keep up their energy with plenty of food, especially as they were going to go into some training.
Leading Callion through the House, Katsu would take him down to a secondary garage, which had a large elevator taking up the majority of the room. It was a massive thing, easily able to fit some of the largest shipping trucks and other such vehicles upon its surface. If Callion knew enough of logistics he would recognize it as a Shipping Elevator, used to get big equipment in and out of a place that didn't have a simple ramp to go down. Stepping onto the elevator Katsu would motion for Callion to join him before placing his hands behind his back in the at ease military stance, his voice reaching out to his home, “Floor 9, Aliza, if you please.”
“On it, Master. The Training Room is already prepared. What environment would you like?”
“Just the basic room. Want to get Callion adjusted to the room's dimensions before we go changing the scenery on him.”
“As you wish, Master.”
Looking over to Callion Katsu could comment on the smooth feminine voice that he had been talking to, “That's Aliza, my laboratory's Artificial Intelligence. She runs all the systems down here and makes sure I'm not neglecting any of my research subjects. Think of her as the Mother of any creature you see down here, and don't piss her off. She has full control of the systems, including the security turrets and drones...”
The elevator would eventually stop, leading into a long hallway that bordered many different rooms. Walking down the hallway Katsu would comment idly on one room or another, showing Callion what the type of thing he worked on was. Mostly it seemed that Katsu worked with genetics, creating new creatures by mixing up genetics of different creatures, and improving existing ones. Callion would be able to see into some of the rooms, sometimes a set of eyes peering back at him with great intelligence sitting behind the orbs, whether or not it fit with the forms those eyes belonged to. Some of them were even reading books or playing on computer terminals as they passed by..
A single doorway at the end of the hall opened as they approached, opening up into the biggest room in Katsu's home by far. Nearly half a mile wide in radius with a quarter mile high ceiling at the top, the room was set in a large dome formation, with bulky looking panels lining the wall. It was an absolutely massive room, and there was plenty of space to do just about any kind of training you'd want to. Stopping just inside the room, Katsu would turn to Callion, his white labcoat matching perfectly to the entire interior of the room, “So...what do you think about the training room?”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2016 10:41:34 GMT
Callion nodded at the man’s beckoning and moved to get out of bed. As Katsugan left the room, Callion would make quick work to get undressed quickly. Moving at surprisingly quick speed, Callion stripped down to nudity rather quickly, and redressed himself using some clothes from his backpack. Said backpack contained his removed jumpsuit and his journal which he pocketed in his new baggy black sweatpants. He also wore a red top that looked to be made of the same material as his previous jumpsuit, though it seemed tighter and was tucked into his sweats at the waist. His new outfit was also perfect for his goal of masking his tail underneath the black sweats. His black blade was slung across his back, and glimmered in the room’s light. Picking up the platter he quickly caught up to Master Yada, all while munching on various bits of breakfast.
Callion continued to munch as they entered the larger elevator. He had no inclination of the purpose of such a large elevator due to his rather limited view of technology, but silent curiosity was Callion’s forte. As Katsugan began to address someone who wasn’t there, Callion’s grew even more burning when a voice answered back. Looking around for a possible assailant, Callion calmed himself. He wasn’t at that place anymore. He was safe. He quietly ate more of the strips of meat as they descended, and Katsugan gave an explanation for the voice. Callion looked around and politely bowed to the mystery woman.
“I will try my best to not make you upset ma’am.”
As he straightened himself, he mentally paused. “Um… Did you say creatures?” Callion’s memory of that place began to surface again, but he gave a shudder and repressed the memories. It was around this time that the elevators opened.
Stepping into the hallway full of creature infested rooms, Callion looked like a tourist in a zoo. He stared into each room for moments at a time. He waved to the creatures who gave him his attention, and absorbed all the information Katsugan gave him. He appraised the scientist who had found him with a new eye. One that saw the man for what Callion thought he was. A researcher like the ones back on Vegeta, but this one more inclined to spreading life instead of overly prideful death. As they neared the door, Callion gave a small and rare grin at Katsugan’s back.Maybe he had made a new friend after all.
As they entered the room, Callion dropped his platter. Large quantities went to waste as they made contact with the floor of the titantic room.
“Holy… I do not understand. How is there this much space?”
Then he put two and two together. Since they went down that elevator they must be very far underground. Therefore all of this was…beneath the surface of the planet.
“Fascinating,” he muttered to himself as he spun around and tried to study the entirety of the room. As he finished spinning around, he looked back at Katsugan, and gave him a sullen nod.
“Time to train.”
With that, he unsheathed his blade and held it in one hand. It was a decently sized weapon, the blade being forty one inches long with the hilt being and additional eleven. Though the hilt looked meant for two hands, Callion effortlessly held it aloft with one. He then shut his eyes and proceeded to do some deep breathing, motioning his arms and blade in a way that resembled Tai Chi quite closely. As he did so, he quietly muttered the words “Posture” and “Breathing”to himself, before he ended his pre-training ritual with one final inhale through the nose, and long exhale through the mouth. He then opened his eyes and looked to Katsu expectantly.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2016 22:54:52 GMT
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“Whoa..” Katsu noticed just in time that Callion was dropping the platter of food in his sudden wonder at the size of the room they were in. Telekinetically catching the platter and all of the food on it, Katsu floated it over to the corner of the doorway and set it down before turning back to Callion, who had by that time gotten used to the room, at least a little, and had entered a combat-ready stance, looking at him expectantly. Grabbing one of the bagels from the platter, Katsu slathered it with Cream cheese as he called out to his AI once more.
“Aliza. Some Class 5 drones please. A full dozen to get us started.” In response to Katsu's command the ceiling at the very top of the dome opened up into blackness, a large blue hexagonal mechanism moving in to take the place of the roof. On each face of the hexagon was a big door, and one of these opened up in order to release a number of flying robot looking things, each one roughly three foot long on a side with two large propellers keeping them aloft as they swarmed into the room. Each one had two gun turrets attached on them, which began trailing the area looking for targets to shoot at. Looking at them Katsu pointed to Callion, “These are non-lethal training drones. They fire small darts that house enough electricity to get the attention of even a Saiyan Oozaru. Frankly, the shots hurt like Hell. This exercise will be two-fold. You obviously want to train your agility and speed, and you said earlier you want to train your tail to not be so sensitive to pain, so it can be grabbed without discomfort.
“So! These drones will attempt to fire their electric darts at you, each one that hits will be very painful. They'll focus their attempts at your backside to cause pain to your tail especially. Don't worry about destroying them, they're meant to be replaceable, just in case you get angry.” Smiling at Callion, Katsu would bring his arm up, showing that he was going to start soon. With a wave of his arm Katsu dropped his arm swiftly while at the same time saying, ”Drones, Engage.”
Immediately the drones would begin to speed around the room rapidly circling Callion in his ready stance, their gun barrels spinning, ready to release their painful projectiles at any second. Callion would find these drones to be incredibly agile and fast for their size, and he would need to focus completely in order not to take too many hits. After all this was a training program to help Callion improve, it was set too high for him to be expected to dodge all of the darts at all.
Meanwhile Katsu would stand over by the door, eating his bagel with cream cheese...
[OOC: Feel free to RP out battling the drones if you want.]
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2016 12:36:40 GMT
The sound of machinery echoed around Callion as the drones readied themselves to fire.The stench of the room now had a hint of metal to it. Callion took a moment to count how many foes he was going to face, and counted a grand total of twelve flying crafts in all. Shutting his eyes for a moment, Callion heard the gruff voice of his late father Courge in his mind
Breathe. In and out. Relax every muscle in your being. One dozen enemies, all capable of flight. You have your blade. This shouldn’t be a problem for a warrior such as yourself. Allow the world around to fade into background noise. Center your ener- Now.
As the whirring of the droids was quieted by the hum of weapons being readied, Callion’s black eyes snapped open.Tightening his grip on the hilt of his trusted heirloom, he rocketed off of the stark white floor of the massive training room with a streak of red energy, going straight upwards, but taking a sudden turn toward the west.
The drones quickly turned toward their target, jetting after the man and firing their electrified projectiles as they do so. Turning himself around mid flight, the warrior would eye his pursuers, calculating their speed and taking note of their rapidly approaching figures, all while drifting from side to side in a sort of infinity sign shaped loop to dodge their fire. Grimacing, he put more force into his speed, and dashed increased the distance between himself and his pursuers. Callion and the droids were quickly approaching the west wall of the massive white room, though the young Saiyan seemed to have no intention of slowing down.
Finally, when the wall seemed to be less than an arm’s length away, Callion arched his back, and turned his body upward, jetting toward the ceiling before redirecting himself yet again. As he flew toward the other wall, half a mile away at almost top speeds. Turning back toward his pursuers he grinned to himself as his assumptions proved themselves correct before his eyes. While the drones proved to be quite fast and agile, they seemed to struggle with direct vertical motion.
Unfortunately for Callion, they didn’t struggle too much. He had expected the drones to all smash into the wall, and be done with the training, but the actual end result was a bit different. Instead of destroying themselves, the drones simply paused, all simultaneously turning one hundred and eighty degrees facing eastward, and renewed their chase. His grin faded, as he turned away, and redoubled his efforts.
So much for a clean victory. Time to get physical.
Gripping the hilt of his blade yet again, He would flip his body so that his stomach faced the sky, and then tilt his chin upward, the wind whistling through his popped eardrums. Drawing his long blade, he felt it’s familiar weight in his hands, and tensed his wrists. Stopping his momentum completely, he changed direction, and flew toward his mechanical foes rushing to meet them head on.
Reaching back his left hand, his palm quickly filled with red energy. Throwing the hand forward, a large red beam of ki launched itself from his palm, disintegrating not only all of their projectiles, but also severely damaging the front most drone. His assault, though effective was definitely not finished yet.
Rushing past the damaged drone and with a shout of effort, slashed his blade cleanly through one of the eleven undamaged drones, cleaving it clean in two. Without even watching the damaged mech parts fall to the ground, Callion quickly brought his blade through two more drones, this time cleaving them horizontally. Turning around to face the rest of his , he took full note of the predicament he had gotten himself in. He was surrounded on all sides by these menaces, but he had left himself an easy escape route. The young warrior was going to fly straight upward, and blast them from that advantageous position. But alas! Fate would punish him for his poor tactical decision.
One of the drones, the one previously damaged by Callion’s blast no less, had followed its programming and launched a dart while Callion’s back was turned. Normally, Callion would have shrugged off one dart such as that, but the small electrified projectile had sunk itself directly into the edge of his most vulnerable area. His tail.
All of Callion’s movement capabilities escaped his body. The world around him seemed to stand still, as he slowly began to fall back toward the ground. With a soft flump, Callion fell six hundred and sixty feet before his sword sank into the ground, blade first, with Callion’s ribs cracking against the hilt of the weapon, yet also in a weird sort of irony, saving his life. Had he fallen all the way from such a height he would’ve broken every bone in his body, but all of his momentum had been arrested by his impact with the hilt. So with a resounding CRACK, Callion bounced off of his blade, and fell face down onto the ground.
The odd thing was that Callion couldn’t even feel his ribs breaking. He didn’t feel any fear from his close brush with death. He didn’t feel any rage at the drones who had done this to him. No. The only thing Callion could currently feel was the nerve rending agony coming from the tip of the tail. Such intense pain left Callion numb. Once again, Fate played a cruel trick riddled with irony. Callion sat still for an unnerving amount of time, before he shakily lifted his head. A small of amount of panting was audible in the spacious room, but all Callion could hear was a sound that had brought great fear into the paralyzed swordsman. The mechanical whirring signalling the return of his mechanical foes. They had opted to slowly descend toward, Callion all weapons trained on his exposed backside. Callion’s eyes slowly shifted to the one he had damaged early, and he barely had time to weakly plead “Don’t” before they began to fire again, this time in more rapid succession.
Callion couldn’t even scream as more of these darts pierced his tail, and riddled ther appendage with electricity. All the bladesman could really do was begin to twitch fervently, mostly in the finger and toe areas. Callion’s vision began to turn black as he had begun to pass out from the sheer physical trauma of the assault.
Four years ago…
The sun beat down upon the inhabitants of Planet Vegeta, a harsh red desert world, home to some of the most powerful and almost all of the most vicious warriors in the galaxy, the Saiyans. These warriors of legend were destroyers of worlds, conquerors of galaxies, and heralds of destruction. One of these Saiyans, a fifteen year old by the name of Callion, was currently not trying to bring death or destruction, but simply bring his father a bucket of water that he had requested. He was strolling home, his feet kicking up copious amounts of dust as he trekked through the sandy ground. The water in the aforementioned bucket slushed quietly, occasionally spilling a little into the sandy ground below only to be almost immediately dried up. Callion wore a red jumpsuit, and had a black blade strapped to his back with a Saiyan warrior’s breastplate, given to him after his time at the academy. Callion cringed at the thoughts of his time at the academy. One of the kid’s a boy named Pota had insisted on tormenting him one day, and Callion had lost it. Several violent actions later, and Callion had been sitting atop a pile of unconscious students. His father had never been more proud of him.
Speaking of his father, Callion spotted his family home, and began to hasten in stride. As he neared the front door, he called out, “I’m home, and I have the water!”
As soon as he finished his statement, a sphere of orange energy come soaring out of the front door, and caught Callion in the chest, sending him back about six yards. Landing on his back, he looked up quickly, ignoring the smoking hole in his armor, and saw a familiar figure. His father, with his buzz cut and unpleasant disposition, exactly the same as Callion had left him.
Getting up, and dusting himself off, Callion was about to inquire why his father had attacked him like that, when he heard a familiar noise. The sound of a blade being drawn. Looking back up at his father, he quickly threw the now empty bucket at him, and drew his own blade. Courge the blademaster, distracted by the inconvenience of having to slice a bucket in half, had to pause in his advance toward his son. Looking at eachother, not a word was said, though Callion’s mother Okara complaining about her now ruined door. Both men sized up the other’s defenses, though Callion was far more worried about having to hurt his father. He didn’t exactly “love” the old swordsman, but he was still his father.
Suddenly, Courge charged toward Callion aiming a downward slash in an attempt to bifurcate his son. Callion effortlessly blocked the blade with his own, but that’s when Courge played dirty. Lifting his left leg, the old swordsman, snak his knee painfully into the chest of his slightly shorter son. As the wind was knocked out of him, Callion took a moment to recover, before his body seized up. An unnatural amount of pain coursed through Callion’s body, the source of which became painstakingly clear. The young warrior turned around, and was greeted with the site of his father gripping his tail tightly.
Courge then shook his head at the young man and began to tut. “Disgraceful. Come on son, haven’t you learned by now? Never leave your tail unguarded.”
Callion could barely let out a breath leave alone all of the expletives he wanted to call his father just then. He simply attempted to nod as best he could, given the circumstances. This wasn’t the first time Courge had done something like this, but it would hopefully be the last.
Courge then released his grip on the appendage, and watched with disgrace as his son fell to his hands and knees, panting quickly. “You have to fight through the pain, soldier. No matter how intense.”
Callion’s vision began to light up once again. He slowly but surely regained his sense of movement. The pain, though unbearable, was becoming slightly more manageable. Ever so slowly, Callion would raise his head, neck cracking a bit as he did so, to look at the first drone he had damaged. Though cracked his ribs may have been, his hands seemed to be as “fine” as they could be in this situation. Small amounts of red energy began to form in his right hand, and eventually, he brought it forward, finishing the droid off once and for all. Something about watching the droid pieces fall to the ground, had lit a sort of fire in Callion. Gathering what little strength he had, Callion began to stand himself up, despite the droids still firing into his back. Suddenly, Callion fell again, but reached out quickly, and grabbed the hilt of his black blade in order to support himself. Trying once again to stand, Callion finally did so, shaking and panting all the while. The white floor of the training room would be soaked in Callion’s blood, as several of the enemy's darts had pierced his flesh over the course of him being losing consciousness. Dozens of darts were stuck in his back, tail, backside, calves, and thighs.
Yanking his sword out of the ground, Callion held it up, and in an incredibly fast movement, stuck it through one of the remaining seven droids, reducing their numbers to six in an instant. Quickly dispatching the rest of the drones with apparent ease, Callion stood in the midst of their wreckage for a moment, before turning to Mr. Yada sat. The look on his face was emotionless, the from this distance one could confuse it with anger. He then took one step forward, followed by another, and he repeated this process until he stood directly in front of Katsugan and his food platter. Raising his sword high above his head, he looked for a moment like he was going to attack Katsu, but instead re-sheathed the blade. He then reached forward, and picked a slice of bacon from the platter. He took a bite off of the strip of meat, chewing it slowly, before swallowing it. As the meat went down his throat, he took note of the fact that feeling was beginning to return to his body. Looking at Katsu, panting profusely, Callion asked in a nonchalant voice,
“How was that?”
He then fell onto his back, eyes shut and passed out.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2016 23:47:38 GMT
▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼ Base Powerlevel: 12,300 | Transformation: Suppressed | Current Powerlevel: 7,500 | Gain Bonuses: Human Zeni Bonus | Callion |
Callion would find himself waking up some undetermined time later, Laying on a medical bed very similar to the one that he had had a nightmare of before. Yet there was a difference, this time he was not strapped down, and Katsu was not some insane butcher come to harvest his organs. He, in fact, wasn't even in the room at all. However it would become very obvious that Callion had had his wounds treated. The stab marks from all of the electrified darts were already healed over, his Saiyan biology having taken care of that, and as Callion would try to stand or sit up he would realize his ribs were in a brace, making it hard for him to move properly but protecting his body from further damaging itself through normal movement.
The sound of footsteps would ring out in the small room and Katsu's form would soon be visible coming down a hallway towards him, a datapad visible in his hands. When he spotted Callion awake he'd give a wave/salute motion as he approached, “Yo. That was a pretty impressive training session you did there, Cal. However I'd advise against taking all your training so deadly seriously. Bad for your health.
“Can't lay the blame full on you, though. Definitely my fault to. I programmed the drones to back off once the target was unconscious but didn't put in any such programming for when the target asks to stop. Luckily this error didn't end up with permanent damage to you. I've fixed that, so now all the drones will recognize attempts to disengage or stop training early. Sorry for the whole fiasco.” Katsu gave an apologetic bow of his head, half dipping his body into a bow before standing straight again.
”If you're interested, it's dinner time. I'm sure your body wants some food to replace what it used to heal up.”
[EXIT, I'll take Zeni!]
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2016 9:55:49 GMT
Callion’s eyes slowly fluttered open, his body feeling refreshed despite the catastrophe it had been through a few hours ago. As he blinked the sleep out of his vision, he slowly began to take in his surroundings, and eventually his calm turned to horror. He felt something compressing an area on his upper chest, and assumed that it was some sort of device for restraining his movements as it restricted his motor functions when he tried to sit up. He began to frantically try to get out this binding, hoping he could escape before that mad man returned, but he quickly realized that he was not bound at all. His hyperventilating ceased as he realized that, though he may have been in a similar setting setting as that nightmarish laboratory, this room’s purpose could not have been more dissimilar.
It was around that point that Katsu entered the room, praising Callion for his impressive training display, and advising him against training so seriously in the future. Callion nodded and sat back in his now elevated bed in reply to Mr. Yada saying that doing that was bad for his health. He then slowly, sat up, finding the device to not be as restrictive if movement was done slowly. Callion then dismissively tried to put aside the apology given Mr. Yada by waving his hand aside, a gesture of one not having any hard feelings. Though he did memorize the bow Mr. Yada had done just then. He filed it away as a good means of showing sincerity when apologizing for Earthlings.
Callion would grin happily at the mention of dinner, moving to slowly stand up, and follow Mr. Yada up to the dining room.
He ate heartily, ravenously refueling his body, before eventually his stuffed stomach signalled that it wanted his body to sleep. He would politely excuse himself to his bedroom, and upon getting there, would remove his outfit, stripping down to his red briefs, before removing his journal from his nightstand and beginning to record the day’s practices.
Callion’s Log. Day 4.
I have had a marvelous time at the Yada household so far. Though the training session was indeed intense I could not feel more refreshed, and strangely enough, eager to do so again. This entry may be short, but there will definitely be more to come. My parents live on in my heart. Here's to the future!
Reading this over once, Callion smiled for the second time that day, and pulled the blanket over himself, drifitng off to a peaceful sleep. Not one nightmare this time.
Exit Callion from thread. [PL please, and thank you!]
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Queen Habana
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Queen of the Evil Space Monkey People Special Item: GPW Universal Championship Belt
PL: 415,489
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Post by Queen Habana on May 8, 2016 19:42:11 GMT
@katsu WC: 3237 Gains: 4040 Z New Total: 5852 Z CallionWC: 5242 Gains: 4856 PL New Total: 18,797 PL
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