Post by Yamaga on May 24, 2016 19:26:31 GMT
Feeling like a glutton at such an early morning, the now emptied half of the fruit was sent flying by a dismissive flick of his left wrist. The beautiful sky above drew his gaze once more, Yamaga letting out a relaxed sigh at the sight. Getting up and training was essential to growing stronger but taking the moment to relax was a luxury the man seldom got to bask in. But his Saiyan half wanted more than just a relaxing day... and as such, Yamaga began to unwind his tail from the hammock, each loop it passed through in the attempt steadily tipping the suspended resting spot more and more. If not for the fact that the bedding had a second net interlaced to keep the bedding secure, such an action would keep him busy throughout the day just to prepare a new hammock. And as the tail at last released itself, Yamaga rolling slightly, the hammock began to roll. It took only two seconds before it turned and spilled him out, Yamaga sent on an immediate fall. But there was no impact a moment later, the man's Ki suspending him roughly three feet from the ground with his face staring at the lengthy grass of the tropics he called home. Taking a moment to orient, the hybrid slowly lifted up and back while bending his knees momentarily to avoid dragging along the ground. It didn't take very long to right himself properly and put his feet on the ground at all.
"Another day... another trip. If I head to town, I can probably get some protein bars..."
Mind racing, the man tilted his upper half left in a slow stretch for a few moments while bringing his right arm upward and his left arm reaching down toward the ground. Venturing into town was a mixed bag, as often people would identify his tail and assume the worst but the rewards were easily outweighing it thanks to allowing the man to grab supplies and occasionally find some footage of fights. A few moments of stretching later and he at last turned to face his left, the hamlet's interior coming into full view. A spring-like section of a river flowed through the area for his water needs (though he bathed further down), nestled in the center of the cleared area. To his right, a fallen tree had been made out to be a seating area, a large rock nearby to provide a table if need-be. To the left, his firepit and a few trees carefully organized and roughly shaped made up his shelves and a smoke-house. It was no home, this sort of area, but it allowed him to prepare food and have some sort of controlled environment. With all the creatures running around in the wilderness, it took a lot of effort to get his point across and establish "territory". But none of that matter, Yamaga moving to the left and to the rack holding all his jerky. Jars collected from trash, that he'd stolen, or from the few times he'd been able to buy something held jerky he'd already prepared. Grabbing one such jar and popping it open, Yamaga pulled free a long piece of the beef and secured it in his mouth. Closing the container and returning it to the rack, his right hand moved to grab hold of the jerky before twisting and snapping away a mouthful.
With a nice snack to chew on, his left hand moved toward the hair covering his right eye, flicking it upward with a strong push of the hand. It was all the hair needed to return to the default spiky and elevated form, the black locks providing some shade thanks to their height. And with the hair no longer covering one of two blue eyes, a smile came to his face before Yamaga's dark blue ki exploded around him to just about match the exposed gaze. The flow of Ki for Flight pushed the grass around his feet into a shake for only a moment, the man's tail twisting around his waist in mimicry of a belt before he shot upward and into the air. The ground raced away, the top of the trees nearing and then passing as he ensured proper clearance height. The mountainous terrain nearby and the vast forest were known to him much like streets were to those raised in urban settings. Turning his body horizontal mid-air, Yamaga's arms moved to the sides of his body loosely before the man's left knee bent and his ki "fired", the zoom of flight filling the natural scenery as he darted off toward his north. A low resting hill was ahead, Yamaga looking down toward the face of the hill as he passed overhead. Nestled into the side of the hill, visible thanks to careful clearing of the terrain, was the crashed pod he'd long arrived on. It had been damaged considerably, but if he ever needed to use it then it would be available. But with the hill and the pod slipping out of his sight, the hybrid's gaze oriented from down to ahead, a smirk coming to his face as his left leg extended once more as his focus went fully to propelling himself.
I think today, I'm going to start a few fights... maybe I can get noticed and picked up to fight in one of those tournaments like on the TV's![/ul][/ul]
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