Post by Taku on Aug 27, 2014 18:48:51 GMT
(Open to all, no killing allowed)
After finally deciding to stop hiding from the rest of society, Majaku Arimoto, one of the few in this universe of an ancient bloodline that was thought to be long forgotten over the generations rises to take his place among the few and proud Half Saiyans in this universe. Standing on the front steps of the Elementary School he was attending or formally attending, Majaku stares off into the clouds with a sense of adventure in mind. He lets his tail slide gracefully from around his waist and peaking slightly from under the shirt he was wearing. Then it dawned on him, how exactly was he going to explain his actions to his mother. By now he suspected that his teacher was probably egging the principal to give her a call about terrifying the classroom. Majaku grunts a bit before levitating from the ground a bit then deciding where to fly off to. Shifting his vision off to the city in the distance, Majaku decides to fly there to see what type of mischief he could possibly get into. Starting to float to being above the school, Majaku ignores the on lookers and late arrivals to the school who just watched him in total awe. He shakes his head slightly not really caring that this was something that these people only seen or heard of from a television. Majaku chuckles slightly to himself as he darts off towards the clouds above. Moments later the young demi saiyan is found hovering on top of a few clouds watching as planes, birds and other clouds flow past him. Majaku starts sitting Indian style while hovering in the clouds, then tapping on his chin with a finger having something deep in mind.
“Maybe I could be a super hero?....Nah....too much work and like my other siblings, I'm not that nice.”
Majaku thinks to himself as he locks his eyes on a battle between two birds a few yards away engaging in a fight. For Majaku, this was an extremely rare sight to see. He wasn't sure what the birds were fighting about, but they were both pretty big in size, so the fight was probably about leadership. Majaku blinks a bit watching the bird beat each other with their wings, peck and claw at one another. Just watching for a few moments, Majaku started to get annoyingly bored with the battle that seemed to now want to end. He sighs a bit before reluctantly aiming out his right hand towards the birds then out stretching his hand fully so that his palm was aimed directly at the two. The birds just kept fighting, unaware for the impending doom just about to wipe all trace of them off the map. Majaku shakes his head slightly as his right hand begins to surge slightly with electricity. Suddenly the electrical surges transform into a fiery silver shaded orb which rested in the palm of his right hand. The birds continue to fight to the death, completely unaware of what Majaku was doing. He sighs again as a breeze flows past him, causing his already fluttering clothing to actually make a sound loud enough to get the birds' attention. Before they could react, Majaku releases the orb from his palm which speeds towards the birds. During the orb's travel, it explodes into a fiery ki blast. Before the birds had a chance to attempt to fly away, they were vaporized by the ki blast, only leaving behind crumbling ashes which started immediately falling to the ground below. Feeling a sense of pride for killing off both birds at the same time, Majaku began to crave more. In that very instance, he felt powerful. Not only has he killed bugs in his earlier years, but he's been watching the tournaments that randomly goes on around the world from the television and doing a bit of solo training. What most considered to be child's play to what Majaku was doing was actually him just honing his skills.
Majaku shifts his vision to the grounds below, taking note that he was far above the city just hovering there. Scanning the area thoroughly, Majaku was intent on finding the nearest fighting gym or arena to literally man handle some famous adult in hand to hand combat. Tapping on his chin slightly, Majaku starts to descend to the nearest roof top. Everything seemed so tiny from where he was, but got larger as he touched base with the roof top. He takes off his book bag, stashing it in one of the corners of the roof top, then peering over the edge to see exactly what was going on in the city below.
After finally deciding to stop hiding from the rest of society, Majaku Arimoto, one of the few in this universe of an ancient bloodline that was thought to be long forgotten over the generations rises to take his place among the few and proud Half Saiyans in this universe. Standing on the front steps of the Elementary School he was attending or formally attending, Majaku stares off into the clouds with a sense of adventure in mind. He lets his tail slide gracefully from around his waist and peaking slightly from under the shirt he was wearing. Then it dawned on him, how exactly was he going to explain his actions to his mother. By now he suspected that his teacher was probably egging the principal to give her a call about terrifying the classroom. Majaku grunts a bit before levitating from the ground a bit then deciding where to fly off to. Shifting his vision off to the city in the distance, Majaku decides to fly there to see what type of mischief he could possibly get into. Starting to float to being above the school, Majaku ignores the on lookers and late arrivals to the school who just watched him in total awe. He shakes his head slightly not really caring that this was something that these people only seen or heard of from a television. Majaku chuckles slightly to himself as he darts off towards the clouds above. Moments later the young demi saiyan is found hovering on top of a few clouds watching as planes, birds and other clouds flow past him. Majaku starts sitting Indian style while hovering in the clouds, then tapping on his chin with a finger having something deep in mind.
“Maybe I could be a super hero?....Nah....too much work and like my other siblings, I'm not that nice.”
Majaku thinks to himself as he locks his eyes on a battle between two birds a few yards away engaging in a fight. For Majaku, this was an extremely rare sight to see. He wasn't sure what the birds were fighting about, but they were both pretty big in size, so the fight was probably about leadership. Majaku blinks a bit watching the bird beat each other with their wings, peck and claw at one another. Just watching for a few moments, Majaku started to get annoyingly bored with the battle that seemed to now want to end. He sighs a bit before reluctantly aiming out his right hand towards the birds then out stretching his hand fully so that his palm was aimed directly at the two. The birds just kept fighting, unaware for the impending doom just about to wipe all trace of them off the map. Majaku shakes his head slightly as his right hand begins to surge slightly with electricity. Suddenly the electrical surges transform into a fiery silver shaded orb which rested in the palm of his right hand. The birds continue to fight to the death, completely unaware of what Majaku was doing. He sighs again as a breeze flows past him, causing his already fluttering clothing to actually make a sound loud enough to get the birds' attention. Before they could react, Majaku releases the orb from his palm which speeds towards the birds. During the orb's travel, it explodes into a fiery ki blast. Before the birds had a chance to attempt to fly away, they were vaporized by the ki blast, only leaving behind crumbling ashes which started immediately falling to the ground below. Feeling a sense of pride for killing off both birds at the same time, Majaku began to crave more. In that very instance, he felt powerful. Not only has he killed bugs in his earlier years, but he's been watching the tournaments that randomly goes on around the world from the television and doing a bit of solo training. What most considered to be child's play to what Majaku was doing was actually him just honing his skills.
Majaku shifts his vision to the grounds below, taking note that he was far above the city just hovering there. Scanning the area thoroughly, Majaku was intent on finding the nearest fighting gym or arena to literally man handle some famous adult in hand to hand combat. Tapping on his chin slightly, Majaku starts to descend to the nearest roof top. Everything seemed so tiny from where he was, but got larger as he touched base with the roof top. He takes off his book bag, stashing it in one of the corners of the roof top, then peering over the edge to see exactly what was going on in the city below.