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Post by Swees on May 31, 2016 15:45:58 GMT
Kromato had just been fired from his job at the local lab for trying to resurrect the dead -- it would have worked if his boss hadn’t burst in the room and stopped him from plugging that last antenna into the cadaver -- and decided to cheer himself up by indulging in his favorite childhood foods. He pushed his cart through the aisles of Bao-Mart, looking for the snack on his mind. There it was! Pasty Tasties. Scrumptious, rectangular pastries filled with different fruits, and often frosted. He hoped there was still a Strawberry left! Taking up a box, Kromato brought it to his nose, adjusting his glasses and squinting. “...Whaaaaaat? Pizza Chicken Nugget Pasty Tasties?” Kromato recoiled at the sight, tossing the box back. What was wrong with people these days? Who could eat something like that? He peered fretfully down the aisle. “Pizza Burger Pasty Tasties… Cookies ‘n Cream Cheeseburger Pasty Tasties…” He began to hyperventilate, not seeing his beloved Strawberry anywhere, only the grossest flavor combinations no one could possibly imagine. Now his day was truly ruined! “Coffee Ducksauce Orange Cola Pasty Tasties?!” He dropped his jaw. “Who comes up with this stuff?!”Meanwhile…
Swees sat back at the food testing lounge at Champ-Chomp Foods Ltd., scarfing down another egghead’s test. This one was called Banana Vanilla. He burped loudly, shaking the room, causing the scientists to cringe in fear. “This one is pretty good.” Swees decided after swallowing whole the tenth little crusty snack thing. “But it could probably use some barbecue ribs in it!”“Barb-barbecue?” “Yeah, barbecue, did I stutter?” Swees asked, arching an eyebrow. “Who’s the Nacho Macho around here?”“Y-you are Mister Swees.” The guy, named Stence, took a deep breath and bowed before hurrying back to his cubicle to design a new Pasty Tasty or whatever they were called. He’d gotten a lot more nervous ever since Swees threatened to ray everyone if they cut off his steady supply of food. Not that Swees really would do that. There was no money in it. All these nerds were broke. “Hey.” Swees called. Stence turned on his heel. “What was that guy that hired me after I mugged him? Seeayo something.” “The CEO, Mutton Haspberry.”“Yeah, that guy. Tell him he’s going to have to pick up the pace on coming up with new recipes. I’m gettin’ bored with all his stuff. And add some corn chips with the barbecue!” Can anyone stop Swees from creating terribad Pasty Tasty flavors? Will Kromato get investigated for misdeeds with the recently-deceased? Find out next time, on Dragon Ball Souls!
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Post by Martin P. Moneybags on May 31, 2016 16:51:58 GMT
Moneybags was in the back seat of his diamond plated limo just cruising around town. He looked through his tinted windows and snorted as he noticed how many pedestrians gawked their eyes at his extremely expensive limo. "Look at all of these filthy rodents just letting their jaw drop on the floor for this beauty. Ah...I love bein' rich. Ehehe." In the seats near him were two gentlemen. His most loyal guards. A dark brown Grizzly bear by the name of Bobby, and a dark brown haired human fellow by the name of Terrance. These two were the guards he could trust with his life. Well. Not really. Although, he did favor these two more than his other guards of course.
Clapping his hands, Terrance knew immediately what he had to do. Digging in the fridge of the limousine, he pulled out a bottle of fresh wine. Bobby opened dug in one of the cabinets that this luxurious limo seemed to have. He pulled out a fresh box of snacks. Coffee Ducksauce Orange Cola Pasty Tasties! Terrance poured wine into a cup and handed it over to Martin while Bobby opened the box. Moneybags grabbed a pastry and squinted his eyes at it. Shrugging, he took a bite of it and began to chew. His two loyal guards stared anxiously at the rich feline. Swallowing, the cats eyes widened. "This...this is...amazing...!" The two guards sighed in relief. No one likes Moneybags when he's angry. "WHO MADE THESE? I DEMAND TO FIND THE LOCATION AND COMPANY!" Martin continued taking bites of the pastries. They were absolutely scrumptious. His two guards however, couldn't believe he was eating them. They seemed absolutely awful! But as long as he was happy, who cares right? Terrance cleared his throat. "Sir, I believe the company is called...Champ Chomp Foods ltd."
Moneybags swallowed and swirled his finger, a gesture demanding to drive there at once. The limousine drifted and began speeding past traffic. Speeding past a red light, an officer on patrol noticed it and began chasing them. Moneybags rolled his eyes and handed bobby 5,000 Zeni. Bobby opened the window and tossed the wad of cash at the officers window. Getting the message, the policeman excitedly exited his vehicle and grabbed the wad of cash stuffing it in his pocket. Meanwhile, Moneybags finally arrived at Champ Chomp Foods headquarters. Exiting his limo, his two guards accompanying him on both sides, he entered the building. One of the employees in the front noticed them walking towards the employee only doors. "Uh sir...y-you can't go in ther--" Moneybags threw a wad of cash towards him to shut him up. Terrance held the door open for him while Bobby entered first to make sure no one tries to get the jump on them. Venturing down the halls, they arrived at the testing rooms. Opening the door, Martin noticed Swees ordering around those men and immediately took a liking too him.
"Heh...this kids goin' places..." Looking around, he closed his eyes before signalling to Bobby to get everyone's attention. The Grizzly opened his maw and let out a terrifying roar immediately gathering the attention from the scientists. "My boss wishes to do business." He said in a deep voice. "I demand to know who's idea it was...to make these delicious scrumptious pastries!" Moneybags held the Coffee Ducksauce Orange Cola flavor high in the air. He looked at Swees dead in the eye having a feeling it was him. "Was it you kid? You've got some extreme talent I tell you...I saw you ordering those scientists around and my was I impressed...what's yer name...? I'm Martin. Martin P. Moneybags." ---
Guards aren't actual guards, just flavor. Just thought you should know.
Sorry if I seem a bit...odd with posting. I never posted much with moneybags and still getting used to having an alt.
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Post by Swees on Jun 2, 2016 13:14:03 GMT
Swees glowered up at the stupid bear dude who came in the room. Just who did he think he was? Glancing past him, he spotted the little cat person in the expensive Earthling attire. “I’m Swees, and yeah I’m pretty impressive,” He agreed, rising to his feet. Interested in the arrivals, he tapped the side of his scouter. >(2)<
“Your power is two? Heh.” Swees backflipped from the sofa in a sudden spring of acrobatic flair, landing on his toes at the arch of the sofa’s back. “I never understood why the rich rulers on this planet aren’t strong. Got strong guards, maybe?”
He scanned the big ugly bear guy and the two other ones. None of them rated higher than twenty. But this was like, the richest cat he'd ever seen. The thought of his Pasty Tasty testing went from his mind, as an Zeni-fuel idea came to fruition. Swees hid a giggle behind his arm cannon as he powered up the device. “Hey, uh, fat cat. Moneybag,” He said, leveling the arm cannon at them. “Why don’t you drop these losers you got here and hire a real guard? You got the money. I got the skills. You got some rivals you want roughed up? I’m the best deal in the sector! Platinum Powerhound-ish damage, but at low, low prices. Hire me now, and you get your first disintegration half off.” Swees offered, folding his arms smoothly. “Just don’t expect me to fight any Saiyans on discount.” He added hurriedly. “Saiyans cost extra.”
He hoped his presentation was good enough. If he got hired on to someone rich and influential, he wouldn’t have to find some excuse for Deez about Hyoza getting crushed. He’d have his own outfit to fly with, and his own network to rely on.
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Post by Martin P. Moneybags on Jun 4, 2016 17:09:31 GMT
Swees seemed like the cocky, arrogant type. Like Moneybags himself! Only...worse! Mainly because he was sticking up to Moneybags himself! Martin was utterly confused and unsure of how to respond in a situation like this. Sure he had people oppose him before, but mainly that was them fighting my guards yada yada. This guy was...well, different! Moneybags blinked confused at the pre-teen, teen, whatever that alien was. Swees began to scan the feline's power level which made him even more confused! "...power of...two...?" Following after that, he started scanning his guards! Moneybags didn't even know what was going on anymore before he aimed a hand cannon at the group.
Moneybags still stared with a confuzzled expression. His guards immediately drew their pistols. After hearing Swees's request, he continued blabbering about how he should drop these two bafoons and take him up! NOT ONLY THAT! But he continued talking about the deals he wanted as if Moneybags already agreed. This guy...was like his...DREAM EMPLOYEE! "E-Extra for Saiyans...? Pssh sure!" However...Martin knew that having a great personality wasn't all it took. Why would he hire him as a body guard if he can't even fight. "But...let's just see how well you do in combat! Bobby! Terrance! Take him down! Your jobs, lives, future, and family is on the line! Don't screw up! Hahahaha!" Bobby and Terrance gave each other two nervous looks before running at the alien as they screamed like mad mans at the top of their lungs. Meanwhile, Martin pulled out his smart phone and began to dial a number. "Eh? Hello....? Ah! Yes. I need two militia attack choppers and about a 100 men raiding Champ-Chomp Foods ltd. And make sure your target is a green, lettuce looking, alien."
Hanging up, he watched the little bout going on between the three until the sounds of helicopters and jeeps were heard. Moneybags grinned mischievously. A faint beeping sound would be heard before the wall bursted open from a huge explosion. About 50 men in strange militia uniforms stormed in. Meanwhile, the ceiling was being torn through by the massive bullets from the choppers. "Now show me what you've got kid! AHEhehahahehheehe!!!!"
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Post by Swees on Jun 22, 2016 2:58:37 GMT
Swees laughed as he spirited through the room, swiftly swinging under the bear guard’s swiping arms, dipping between his huge hairy legs before launching himself up atop his great big head, hands grabbing onto the tufts of fur surrounding his ears.
“Psssssst. I think you’re out of the job, Bobby!” Swees hissed, pulling the zoanthrope off of the ground and catapulting him through the ceiling.
The fox-faced zoanthrope was more agile, and required Swees to get serious. He dipped backwards from a punch, skittering on his boots to sling an elbow. The fox gamely blocked it, but wasn’t ready for Swees’s Nutracker Knee, which sent him wailing through the same hole that Bobby left by.
“Lettuce looking?” Sees scoffed, putting his arms akimbo as he rose through the roof to face off with the encroaching attack squadron. “Never met a lettuce I liked. But maybe… With some sugar and fat?” He stroked his chin thoughtfully as the attack choppers came on. “Lettuce… and Cotton Candy Pasty Tasty!” He snapped his fingers, pointing down at the scientists now quivering in fear. “Are you writing all this down, eggheads? All this creative umph takes a lot of my energy, you know.”
As the chopper and soldiers moved in, Swees did some deep knee bends and other good stretches. If there was anything his years of mercenary fighting had taught him, it was that battle cramps were the worst.
“I hope you’re ready to pay up!” Swees yelled to Moneybags. “I don’t work for free, not even for a demo.”
He sucked in a great breath and shot off to battle the incoming army, smashing through the helicopters with ease, playfully pitching large heaps of debris at the troops below. Their bullets and lasers did nothing to him. He might not be Platinum Powerhound stuff, but he wasn’t a low-rent loser either.
For each kill he racked up, he silently tallied off another itemized cost on the bill this fat cat was going to get.
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Post by Toma on Jun 23, 2016 11:38:07 GMT
TOMA THE HERO"Breaking news from North City!" The news anchor spoke into the microphone as he broadcasted the information out to the entire world. "There is a green alien running amok! Sources indicate that this alien may be a part of the Saiyan Solar Empire! There have been numerous casualties and hundreds of thousands in damages already! Citizens are advised to evacuate the area immediately!"
Toma had been at home. Particularly, he had been feeding his daughter. The red haired infant was coddled snug in her fathers arms as he held the bottle to her mouth, rocking back and forth as he watched the news feed, which cut to a video of Swees punching through helicopters and throwing the debris down at soldiers bellow.
Toma could tell that those men fighting him weren't Blue Banner. They were too crass, and not wearing the right uniforms either. The Blue Banner wouldn't send regular people to deal with a high powered alien. What did they have? A unit of strong fighters. KHAOS? Something like that.
The only reason Toma hadn't left yet to deal with Swees himself was because he had thought that the Blue Banner would've handled it. That was their job, after all. But as more time passed, it became more and more apparent that the Blue Banner wasn't going to respond.
"Screw it." Toma spoke, standing from his chair. He couldn't stand for this any longer, and the baby was far too young to register or understand his slightly-foul language. Walking over to the crib, he smiled and ran a hand through the young girls hair. "Daddy's gotta run for a little bit, okay? I'll be back soon." He spoke in a soothing voice, though the infant was far too young for her to understand.
Toma still felt it was a good idea, though. He set the baby down in her crib and left her bottle next to her, before he walked to the door and shut it behind him. He powered up, his blue aura flaring, and he blasted off to North City at top speed.
It didn't take him long to reach the city, with the green alien still causing havoc. Who was he even fighting, anyways? Private military? That was the only explanation, but Toma didn't care at this point. There were too many innocent civilians in danger now, so Toma decided to step in.
Dashing towards Swees as fast as he could, he'd launch his foot toward the Alien, hoping to knock him down into the street to draw his attention. Maybe if he gave a good show of force, the alien -- and whoever these military guys were -- would at least take the fight out of the city.
"Hey!" Toma shouted as he'd look at the alien, regardless of if he had or had not hit him. "Take this fight out of the city! I don't know who you are, but if you continue to put innocent civilians in danger, I will take you down!"
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Toma has joined the action and attacked Swees! Heavy weights on! PL at 127,224! PL Suppressed to 5,000!
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Post by Kazar Winters on Jun 23, 2016 15:11:18 GMT
Thread Pl: 57,219 LW: ON Weighted pl: 42,914 TrainedPotential: 228k/With Weights: 171,656k
It's been a couple weeks after his Heavy Training with Koldar. Kazar was now solo training near the ship, on some rocks, dead tree's and on himself by shooting blasts that would hurdle back at him. It seemed half-peaceful for now. Koldar wasn't bothering him, the privates and other higher ranks weren't messing with him. It just seems today is gonna be peaceful. For a quick moment he stopped training and sat down in his hand-made chair from a tree, picked up a remote and turned on his TV. which he made out of spare parts. Once turning the tv on, the original broadcast was interrupted by a special news report.
"Breaking news from North City! It appears to be that some sort of alien is causing mass chaos! Hundreds of lives are being taken, and thousands more of civilians are put in danger! The unknown man behind this carnage is guessed to be apart of the 'Saiyan Solar Empire'! Speculations show if this rampage continues any longer the whole city will be-"
The tv was turned off mid-sentence as he held the remote in his hand. He dropped the remote and got up from the chair and closed his eyes. He tries to get a sense from where this is all going down, and apparently he finds the pl from the 'unknown' and someone else..It's hard to tell out who it is from this distance so the only way to find out who it is, is to go check it out. But the main reason was mentioned of 'Saiyan Solar Empire' that caught his attention.
"Saiyan solar empire huh?..Hmm..Two options here..Either this is just some idiot fighting for the hell of it, or a real threat under command of the SSE..Either way i gotta get there and help stop whatever the hell this unknown is. Before everything collapses in that city."
Quickly in a dash kazar jumped into the sky and started flying towards North City with his green aura trailing behind him. Not to long after he reached the city. He stopped flying and hovered over the destruction of fallen helicopters and debris. He took his right arm and put his hand upon his head. He pushed it to the side and popped his neck, now reaching over to the other side and pulling it popping his neck again. He still hasn't fully recovered from walker's devastating attack, and g-training with koldar didn't help his state at all. But even if his body is still fairly crippled, it's worth using it to its best to save what lives he can.
Kazar started floating downwards into the city where all the actions lays. He softly landed on the road below him and looked up at this unknown being still fighting. But suddenly once landing he got a clear sense of who the second powerlevel was. Was that-..Toma?! Well look at that, toma came along to stop this mess. Welp he can handle this unknown guy. What kazar's gonna do on the other hand is stop falling debris and parts from helicopters from being thrown onto the other people on the ground. Before doing so he waved a hand to him to get his attention for a quick second getting ready to tell him what he's gonna do.
"Yo Toma! Toma! Remember me? I hope you would..If not then i hope you recognize my ki, since we've met once before..Um on that island place right? On a beach i think? Something with ninjin trying to turn super saiyan i think? Bette2r yet i was the guy who held that tournament you fought in! Ugh forget it, look i'm gonna go stop the falling debris from hitting any more innocents/soldiers. I'll tell them to cease their fire, and i'll let you deal with whoever this Unknown is..Rgh.."
If toma's attention was caught he'd be seeing a still somewhat beaten up man before him, as again he hasn't fully healed as there isn't a way to even heal himself. All the scratches, bruises, and all that is gone but a mark is still left in his shoulder and clothes where he got hit by walker's death beam sized attack. Kazar shot up into the sky and shot down any debris heading to the floor with ki blasts, obliterating the pieces of metal that used to be falling. He flew down to the soldier's and said.
"Hey i don't know who you work for but listen to me. This is not your battle, and this is not a battle you should fight in. Everything is about to go to hell if you do not leave now! Got it? Good.."
As more debris and helicopter parts fall from the sky kazar kept shooting them into nothing preventing any of them from hitting the ones below him. All he can do is keep the debris at bay and let toma deal with whoever this unknown man is.
Kazar has joined the fight! He alerts toma of his presence, and attempts to stop the falling debris from hitting anymore people! Left arm still crippled, body still sore. All attacks from his left arm will be slower, any of all attacks will hurt worse then it should with kazar's partly sore body.
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Post by Martin P. Moneybags on Jun 24, 2016 7:48:45 GMT
Moneybags watched as the two bafoons rushed at Swees. Bobby was the first to get targeted....in a matter of seconds, he was launched towards the roof and into the sky, not a trace to be seen! Terrance on the other hand, lasted a bit longer than Bobby, but it didn't last long before he followed Bobby, both now gone without any hints of their whereabouts! Moneybags watched excitedly. This may have been the body guard he has been looking for...! When the military choppers came in, Swees began to stretch. He even told Moneybags to get ready to pay up! The pay wasn't a problem, but man, was this employee feisty...! In fact...Moneybags wouldn't even mind becoming his mentor! With a bit of guidance, this kid can go places! "O-Of course...! No problem...Sweas? Swoosh? Meese? Ah whatever, as long as yer gettin' paid right?!"
Swees launched himself towards the helicopter, crashing through both of them! They broke in an instant! "Wowwww...." Swees started throwing the debris from the chopper towards the soldiers before anything hit the factory~. It was impressive to say the least! The bullets and lasers bounced right off him like it was nothing...And boy, was moneybags impressed! It wasn't until two bozos showed up that things started to get rather irritating. Some goofy looking man came swooping in to hit his star prodigy while another scary looking man with battle scars everywhere tried intervening with his militia! The squadron that Kazar was attempting to convince to leave didn't even hesitate to aim their weapons at the hybrid and fire at will. Bullets began soaring towards the warrior, and as strong as he may be, those bullets might sting if they hit any of his wounds! These guys weren't just soldiers, they were a private military that worked for anyone who hired them. And with Moneybags big bucks, it wasn't hard to get his hands on these guys! They wouldn't stop for anything if a client paid, even if it costed them their lives!
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Post by Swees on Jun 24, 2016 18:19:16 GMT
Swees was tearing it up. With each mercenary dispatched, he could just feel the Zeni accumulating. But just as he was about to take one mercenary by the head and use him to bat another into a row of portfolio cabinets, something lanced down from the holes in the ceiling and hit him hard in the gut.
Swees clutched his eyes shut and doubled over as he flew backwards through the hallway. “Owwwww what the frig!” He yelled before smashing through a series of walls. While whimpering in the dust, he hit the Slo-Mo Playback on his Scouter. It was a boot that’d hit him! A boot, connected to pants. Pants that belonged to someone, and someone who was strong.
He tapped the master key on his scouter twice, letting it scan for power levels. One was a measley five thousand, but the other rated over forty thousand! That had to be the guy that kicked him. The hackles on the back of Swees’s neck stood. Had someone called the Platinum Powerhounds on him? Those overpaid dweebs would ruin everything if they found a cash-grab like Earth!
He hit his Contract Catalog, that each of the Powerhounds were on some other planet doing jobs whose payout was so big it pissed Swees off to see the zeroes. Still, he was relieved they weren’t here. No one got away from a Powerhound. He staggered up from the destruction, pushing a babbling scientist away. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll stop whoever it is from blowing you up,” He growled, staggering through the hole. “But I want some money later!”
Swees came back into the lobby where Moneybags waited, facing off against two others. “Oh, great,” He mumbled to himself on seeing the two. “Saiyans.” He hated fighting Saiyans. They were all so strong and so good at fighting that they could make him look bad if he didn’t try hard. And if there was one thing he hated more than Saiyans, it was trying hard.
He didn’t know if he could beat two Saiyans at once. He’d never tried. But he had to make this look good to Moneybags, no matter which way it turned out.
Swees put his fists on his hips and gave a fanged grin. “Heh heh heh!” Good evil laugh. “That was a pretty good kick there. Too bad I wanted it to happen,” He boasted, sticking out his green tongue and giving them both a loud raspberry. “Got to make the fight fun to watch and stuff, you know.”
The little green alien turned his attention to the weaker one, the chump at 5,000. “Hey, you,” Swees began. “Nice pajamas. Does everyone on Vegeta go to the same blind barber, or was your hair born that stupid?” Swees snickered, pulling his spare Pasty Tasty from his boot and shoving it into his mouth. “I know you Saiyans probably want to get in on the action here, but finders keepers and all that.” He jabbed a thumb against his chest. “I’m Swees, and I got here first. You want a contract? Go find your own fat cat!”
If these mercenaries were any good, they’d know to never get in a bidding war in front of a potential client. It just made everyone look cheap and stupid.
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Post by Articho Reville on Jun 24, 2016 19:27:52 GMT
Thread PL: 169,258
Articho walked towards the door of his house, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. His mother and father watched him quizzically, to which he simply raised one hand in a "don't ask" gesture. "Problem. North Capitol. Don't worry, there's no real danger. I'll be back soon," was all he said as he walked out of the house. The hybrid had seen a report on TV about Martin Moneybags, some fat cat business man, holding a sort of test for his newest bodyguard recruit. He had watched it for a bit, mildly entertained by the small, green alien's fighting until someon familiar appeared on screen, kicking the alien away. And, of course, it was Toma, of all people, along with another Saiyan he didn't recognize.
Articho looked towards the North Capitol from where he stood, annoyance written on his face. He floated up into the air and took off towards the city. "I cannot fucking believe... Stupid goddamn... Bananas-for-brains Saiyans..." he muttered to himself as he flew. The entire situation was completely ridicoulus and stupid. He didn't know why Toma was attacking the alien, but what he did know, was that Toma was endangering people. Oh, the things Ninjin would say to her husband when she found out...
Articho neared the city and flew down to where the group of fighters was hovering. He could see that the alien and Toma were talking and the other Saiyan was getting shot at by some men with guns. Mercenaries, by the looks of it. The hybrid descended to where he was in between the alien and Toma, glaring in annoyance at the older man. "Toma," he said in a tight, strained voice, "what exactly are you doing, other than interrupting an honest business man and his new hire's test?"
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Post by Swees on Jul 16, 2016 7:07:46 GMT
"This is gettin' too weird and I'm all outta Pasty Tasties. I'm outta here! Call me." Swees said to Moneybags, waving. (Thread sorta fizzled on Toma's turn . PL please!)
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Post by Kazar Winters on Jul 16, 2016 20:16:45 GMT
(Swees you ain't leaving yet. I'm reviving this thread. #WODSoulsThreadRevivor <---)
Sadly enough the soldiers didn't listen to him and in mere instances aimed their guns and fired upon him. He sighed to himself and used his right arm to quickly grab every bullet that was fired in his general direction. Once the gunfire stops and he knows they ran out of ammunition, he slowly floats down to the floor, lifts his right arm and opens his hand letting every bullet fall to the ground all crunched up into small clumps. Hundreds of bullets clamped into small pieces of sphere shaped balls had hit the floor. He looks at the militia as they reload their guns.
He sighed once more in pure disappointment. In a moments notice his green ki slowly grew around him and started growing larger. He disappears around the entire area, one by one appearing behind a militia soldier and knocking them out with a clean jab to the neck. In what seemed like seconds at a time, kazar was standing in the middle of the entire militia. If you couldn't see what happen you didn't know he knocked them all out so at fist it seems like the militia is just standin' around right? Well the next few moments of silence falls when the whole militia falls to the ground knocked out cold.
"You should've just listened...Hm? Hang on who's this guy?"
He looked over behind him to a see a new face upon the scene. Whomever he was they have never met or had a proper greeting. Considering the battlefield is somewhat peaceful now he looks up at Articho and in a few seconds flies up to him to greet him.
"Hello there..I don't think we've had the pleasure of meeting. I'm Kazar Winters. A hyrbid saiyan born and raised on earth. The man who hosted that Southern Islands Tournament way back. Not sure if you heard of it or not. And to answer your question toma isn't doing what you say he is. Though he's interrupting it as you call it..Me and Him both are here to prevent this city from utterly getting destroyed..Hence the helicopters and innocent people being killed? More specifically the soldiers, but they still count...I'm preventing the falling debris this other man is causing and toma he's-...Well, he's Toma i can't go into further explanation to what he's doing but that. Look if you're gonna find something useful to do you mind helping? I'd prefer this battle to be elsewhere so the city buildings won't collapse down on the civilians."
He turned his attention back over to the unknown fighter who appeared to be looking at him. Maybe he thought kazar had kicked him in the gut? Oh he knows why- He can't sense ki..He's relying on his scouter to determine the highest pl to see who had hit him. But before kazar could make a statement towards this unknown man he started to fly away. With a small grunt he chased after him before telling toma something.
"Hey toma, i'll deal with this guy..You can go ahead and talk some sense into this cat guy. It appears property damage and civilian lives being put at risk doesn't bother him..You should fix that.."
With that he started chasing off after The Unknown until he'd catch up. Once he was almost close to him he disappeared and reappeared in-front of him. He folds his arms and looks at the young-ish looking person before him with a heavy sigh.
"Now you're not just gonna walk this off like it's nothing..You've killed people already, put civilians at risk because you could collapse those buildings onto hundreds or thousands of men and women who resided in there to stay away from your 'Hires Test'....And i'm not a huge fan of that...But even though you've done killed men, i'll be easy on you..Give me your name and we can talk this over..Or we can choose the harder option, fight and talk later..But i would highly not recommend it...Comprende?"
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OOC Name: Etoru's Alt
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Post by Martin P. Moneybags on Aug 1, 2016 22:51:28 GMT
Moneybags saw swees leave and just thought there was no purpose of being here. A golden helicopter hovered down and landed near him. Two men picked him up and comfortably took him inside before it flew away.
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Post by Kazar Winters on Sept 11, 2016 23:19:41 GMT
(screw it, i can't revive threads. Requesting pl)
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Martin P. Moneybags
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Zeni: 3,424
Tag: @cashsign
OOC Name: Etoru's Alt
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Post by Martin P. Moneybags on Sept 15, 2016 13:19:54 GMT
((lol it isnt that. He made an exit in a non DE thread, you can't stop him from escaping, that's why he hasn't responded XD. That, and he's really busy nowadays. But yeah this thread is dead. I'll turn it in.))
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