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Post by Collan Vixen on Sept 21, 2016 15:30:37 GMT
(Thread PL: 3,868) Somewhere in the South Capitol, there is beautiful and far off place known as...the Super Market! The place that has everything someone needs!
Collan had been listening to some Jazz though those weird...things he always have over his ears when he's not in his training clothes. It had been a good day so far. He had come to the super market to do some grocery shopping. He had already gotten most of the things he was looking for. Chicken Patties, Steak, Milk, He-tap, Ramen, and more things that aren't worth listing.
There was just one more thing he needed, cereal of course! He had finally gotten to the isle of cereal. Where there was just one box left of his favorite cereal, "Wir Nehmen Sie Ihr Geld". He had grabbed it, fist pumping. "Yes!" He Collan whispered to himself. Slowly walking off with his full shopping cart.
@noxa
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2016 0:05:42 GMT
Thread Power Level: 127,185 Heavy Weights: ACTIVE! 31,796
The air within the supermarket was exactly what one would expect; cool and dry — different from the warm, damp air of the South Capitol’s summer. The air conditioned atmosphere drolled on with the sound of what could only be described as the radio equivalent of elevator music. Said monotonous melodies were eventually broken up with a staccato of noises. In a slow beat there was a rapid sound of clicking and clicking — like thin metal striking the porcelain floor of the supermarket. The recurring sound grew louder and louder, nearing the ivory-haired hybrid from just around the isle he was in. Shouting voices would also be heard as the simply sound of what now began to resemble heeled footsteps approached.
Eventually the chaotic magnum opus reached its crescendo. In the distance, half of the isle would suddenly explode as a figure was sent crashing through it. A figure — tall, yet feminine. A voluptuous woman scantily clad in what looked like expertly ornate armor that didn’t leave much to the imagination. She stood there, among the endless packaged goods that were sent everywhere. The woman cocked her head back, looking just past the isle she just crashed in.
A curse escaped her lips, squeezed just under her breath. Just then her head snapped back into Collan’s direction. From this distance her xanthis eyes would gleam, heavily contrasting her black sclera. Noxa leaped forward, rolling past the mess she had made as she ran towards Collan in a full sprint.
“Run, kid!” Noxa exclaimed, attempting to tackle the familiar stranger and his delicious-looking cereal box, “There are TAX MEN here! THEY WILL ROB YOU BLIND!”
Noxa, if she was able to swoop the boy from his feet she would then leap into the shopping cart, glancing back to see large, burly men in black suits and onyx-colored shades.
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Post by Collan Vixen on Sept 22, 2016 1:15:22 GMT
Collan was at first oblivious to everything. As his music made it too loud to hear what was going on. The explosions, the red head's yelling all of it. Until he was suddenly tackled, where his weird...ear things, would fall off. "Oh geez!" He shouted, it didn't take long for him to recognize the Biotic-Android that had just tackled him.
It was the same one from the beach. She was saying something about...Tax Men? "Wait...what?" Now she had suddenly picked him up, getting into a shopping cart. Where some large men were starting to approach. At this point, Collan had absolutely no idea what was going on. Who WOULD have any idea what's going on.
He looked around to see the explosions that happened earlier, then turned back to Noxa. "Okay, exactly WHAT is going on!?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2016 20:13:59 GMT
Once they had slipped into the cart Noxa let out a loud yelp, keeping a close grip on Collan’s torso, as to not led him to fall off the ‘wagon’ .The cart, thanks to their combined momentum, was sent speeding down an aisle. As it raced through the corridor, Noxa's crimson locks would whip out likes vines, slapping at the floor and the food-stocked halls of the supermarket. It helped stabilize the duo, as well as keep the cart’s speed as a very fast, constant pace. Aside from the constant, booming yells of the Noxa-seeking, suit-wearing macho men there was also the sound of breaking class; their little fast & furious trip seemed to knock down numerous glass condiments, leaving behind a rather dangerous trail.
The redhead's ears twitched as the one that she had kidnapped — or 'brought' — into the cart spoke. Noxa looked down at the smaller one with the white hair and blue eyes, holding his gaze as she regarded the question posed:
“Tax men —!!” Noxa exclaimed again, her voice full of energy as it was before, “They will come in and make you pay money just because! They also don’t like it when you sell mix tapes or manga without licensing! They are the worst people on Earth!” The woman’s brow furrowed, her expression turning into something teetering on annoyed or irritated. “But we still can’t kill them, or we would be the bad guys — go figure!”
There were plenty of Earthly regulations the tall little delinquent didn’t agree with, specifically regarding what she had just commented on Still, if Noxa couldn’t kill them, she would outwit and eventually escape them! The redheaded outlaw would then reach off to the side, plucking a banana from a nearby shelf. The woman would swiftly peel it before tossing the banana peel back.
The redheaded vandal looked back, raising a fist and shouting top of her lungs: “SUCK ON THAT, LOSERS!” With that declaration, Noxa turned her focus back to steering, hoping that their pursuers would slip on that banana peel. Her heart hammered in her chest — Noxa was engineered to be a survivor; a predator. She had never before fled — never ran away like this! The sensation of being on the other end of a hunt, for once, was exhilarating. The idea that she could destroy the pursuers without a second though far more sacchariferous than even the sweetest treats.
Her eyes widened with shock as a split-second realization was had; they had run the course of the aisle and were currently on a crash course with the supermarket’s window!
The woman, thinking quickly, thrashed her scarlet tendrils towards the window; there was a loud, high-pitched smashing sound. Noxa, then, willed her red mane around the cart; the vermilion fibers bound themselves around its girth several times. Once properly secured Noxa would begin to fly, taking the cart, and herself, through the window and up into the sky.
Thankfully, it was a clear, crisp afternoon; there wasn’t any ill weather to make the short flight they engaged in uncomfortable. The setting sun bathed the sky in its amber glow of scattering orange light; said light caused the few wisps of cloud above to look a mixture pink and red. The entire scenario looked as though it had been oil painted by a rather melancholic artist. Just as the shades of glass danced around them, reflecting said orange glow, a hefty zephyr would pick up, ruffling through the duo’s mane.
The serene beauty painted above was shattered as the loudmouth girl found herself speaking once more:
“I HAVE ESCAPED!” Noxa found herself exclaiming, turning her head back and shouting back one last bit of tripe: “EAT MY DUST, TAX MEN!”
The woman, assuming that nothing else went wrong or that the boy did anything to stop her plans, steered the cart and all its contents atop the nearest high rise. Once Its wheels touched down, Noxa’s hair would snap away, writhing against the air before the woman found herself leaping from the cart. Her metallic heels ‘clacked’ against the floor, and she stood. The woman looked back towards the boy.
“That was fun!” Called the eccentric woman yonder to the boy. Her arms crossed beneath her sizable chest, left hand rising up to cradle her chin “You look familiar, by the way; have we met each other before?” The woman squinted her xanthic gaze towards Collan, giving him severe scrutiny as she racking her brain as to solve the little puzzle at hand.
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Post by Collan Vixen on Sept 23, 2016 19:05:21 GMT
Collan watched as they went through the asiles, although this got the boy excited. He was still kind of scared, selling things illegally? That sounds like something any criminal would do. But he didn't feel any danger from the woman. She didn't seem like a terrible person at all, she looked like the complete opposite to him.
Obviously from this experience, he felt like many thrills happened around her. Which was very different to Collan, since most of the time many stronger people just appeared around him, including Noxa. But then again, unlike most of the time, she didn't kick his face in. They continued to go through the market.
Where now, they were heading straight for a window. With their power it obviously wouldn't cause any life threatening wounds. But it would still REALLY hurt. That's when Noxa, using her hair, had destroyed the window before they hit it. They flew through the air for a bit, the sun light felt great on Collan's skin.
They would soon stop, getting on to higher ground. Noxa began to shout with a very noticeable excitement in her voice. "Yeah...that was kind of fun." Although he didn't want to admit it, it really was. Then, Noxa had asked a question. Where did she recognize him from? That wasn't very nice, saying as how he remembered her.
But he had no room in that argument, saying as how he can't even remember the name of the man that's training him. "Collan...I'm from the beach." He had simply answered, rubbing the top of his head.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2016 23:06:26 GMT
“Well, hello Collan From The Beach! I’m NOXA! It’s a pleasure to meet ya!” Declared the redhead, whose metallic talons eventually came to rest at her voluptuous hips. The absent-minded vandal then found her contrasting eyes of black and yellow piercing down at the full, albeit slightly bent, shopping cart.
“Can you fly?” Pressed the virago, finding as though she owed him some kind of responsibility. She brought him up here in an attempt to escape the evils of big government, so the least she could do was not leave him stranded atop a lonely skyscraper in the middle of South Capitol. Before Noxa gets a reply she shook her head and turned around; arms crossed beneath her chest, each hand cupping an elbow as the woman’s footsteps ‘dinked’ away from him. She neared an edge and looked outwards into the horizon.
“The view is beautiful at dusk…” She muttered underneath, the comment whisked away by a brief breeze. There was a pause. Her lungs drew in the air whose chill marked the oncoming Summer’s end. “Even if you could fly I really don’t think that I should leave it up to you to get home; I roped you into this mess, so I should be the one to kind of make reparations, right?” Collan may have been unaware of it, but that was a brief moment of lucidity and maturity from the Bionic Woman, who often seemed to be regarded as a child in an adult woman’s body — at least in how she behaved.
The woman pivoted around, hair blowing as yet another pleasant zephyr washed over the cityscape. The piercing xanthic gaze locked onto Collan’s azure eyes.
“Do you have a house around here?” Noxa asked, finally. Her head tilted just a fraction to the side, much how a puppy would turn its head to inspect something from another angle. "The least I could do it help you get all that stuff to it, right?"
The redhead could discern that his quintessence was an amalgam of two separate things — a hybrid, it seemed. Over time her ki sense had begun to develop;her finesse grew from both how much usage she gave the technique as well as the intensity of her development as a whole. Thanks to this Noxa was able to sleuth out his origins; the woman had mingled enough with Humanity to recognize their scent as well as ki. She had nowhere near the copious amount of experience with the Saiyajin, but her recent exchanges with Rafar led her to believe that was the case: half saiyan.
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Post by Collan Vixen on Sept 25, 2016 1:37:23 GMT
Whether it was a joke or not, Collan gave a little chuckle from what Noxa said at first. "Ditto." He simply replied with, where Noxa had asked the question of if he could fly or not. Before he could answer, she started talking again. Her offer did seem nice, but there was one problem he remembered after she asked another question.
"I don't have my own house, I just hang around the cities most of the time." Though he made his answer as simple as he could, he felt pretty embarrassed by giving that answer at all. As practically most people around his age should have their own home at this point. Whether it be small or decently sized. Or maybe not even an actual home, maybe even just an apartment.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2016 20:37:39 GMT
“You don’t have your own house, huh?” Noxa reiterated. A nod was tossed over to the cart full of food, “So, where were you going to take all that?”
She didn’t really understand what he was planning to do with all of those goods. If the boy's plan was just to leave out in the open, then it wasn’t a very good one. There wasn't much of a question that the odd animal would plunder his cart. Of course, spoiling of his meals was also an issue — depending on what he purchased.
“You ought to have some place to rest or take shelter in.” Noxa figured, “Right? Everyone needs a place to relax! Even I have my nest — it’s not much, but it does its job.”
The possibility that the boy simply didn’t want to reveal to Noxa where he lived never so much as crossed her mind. Naturally, she would have pushed her inquiries further… Although first she’d give him some time to respond to her questions. In the meantime Noxa found herself walking back towards the cart, crouching on the side of it. Her talons would weaves against the railing of the cart as Noxa peered in, wondering what it was her bought. It was mostly out of curiosity; the scarlet Bio never really went through any sort of purchasing spree, so she was curious about what mundane items a hybrid would go for. Some might consider it an invasion of privacy, but Noxa considered it research.
The gradual descent of the sun caused the world to slowly creep towards the Blue Hour. The redhead’s hope is to be off the rooftop by nautical twilight. After all, if he really was homeless he shouldn’t really be aiming the streets at night alone… Well, she supposed at his power level it mattered little; someone of his magnitude would have no trouble dealing with the common criminal of Earth.
Sorry for the shorter post. I'm feeling lazy today @_@!
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Post by Collan Vixen on Sept 25, 2016 21:23:11 GMT
"Yeah, it's strange I know. But I make do. But the food isn't really for me, I just went grocery shopping for my parents." It was the honest truth, while he didn't live with them anymore. He though it would be nice to do things for them every once and a while, even though they are very capable of doing it on their own.
"Back to shelter, I mean yeah. Like I said, I don't have any where. But I do at least plan on getting a place a SOME point. Maybe soon, maybe a long time from now. Who knows really?" The Bio-Android had began looking through all the food he had bought. He was completely fine with it, as long as he didn't see her stealing anything.
He just looked around, seeing if there was anything note worthy. Which there honest to lord really wasn't. Because just as how night can come times be beautiful, it also can be boring. Collan sat down, waiting for literally anything to happen. Whether it be completely new or more chatting with Noxa.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2016 2:07:34 GMT
“Parents?!” Her eyes widened for a moment — shocked, despite the obvious nature of it all. Noxa had more than realized that this one was a hybrid, but as always that fact was passive reality — a fact of life that she hardly ever really thought of.
“Your parents are still together — alive? It seems to be a trend with the warriors I meet; their parents are usually long dead...” A roll of her shoulders signaled her surrender to that fact. In reality it wasn’t something necessarily vital, though it was certainly a change to the order of things she’d come to expect.
The virago’s legs straightened out as Noxa stood. Her gauntlet talons found themselves cupping around the railing of the cart she then leaned onto. Legs crossing, the 6’3” monstrosity of a woman flexed her feet, working out the soreness of her time spent crouching. Enough time was given for Collan to answer, though when he had yet another question would find itself sent his way:
“You ready to get down?” Offered his temporary captor, “Sorry for bringing you all the way up here — everything kind of happened way too fast, you know?”
A halfhearted apologize was tossed the way of the ivory-haired hybrid. It was just a formality, after all; in the short span since Noxa learned to apologize until now she seemed to have adapted to the human way of simply tossing 'sorries' here and there. Her care-free attitude probably reflected the lack of sincerity in her words. Noxa's visage also lacked any sort of worry or concern, though given the encroaching darkness of night... Well, it would likely have been a little harder to read her body language at this point. Still her auriferous gaze pierced the veil of night; the two xanthic orbs had an unnatural glow to them, further confirming that she wasn't human — as if that hadn't been made obvious enough as of yet.
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Post by Collan Vixen on Sept 29, 2016 2:39:08 GMT
Collan was kind of shocked himself by Noxa's statement, a lot of people she met didn't have parents!? That just seemed a little too convenient, as if this world wasn't real, and everyone just had the same mind set when creating being for it. But that was just ridiculous now wasn't it? "You know, I'm not sure if this is a good thing or not, but that kind of make me feel unique somehow."
He watched, as Noxa went back into the shopping cart. When she asked what would most obviously follow up next. "Sure, that would probably be nice." He responded, fitting himself into the cart as well. So far, he was enjoying his time with her. She was probably the most interesting person he had met so far.
But if he said these things out loud, he'd probably sound like he was in love with her in a creepy way. Which to be honest, he had no intent or falling in love with someone just because of their bodies. Though even he as a man cannot resist the fact that she did look nice. So he sat there, simply waiting for whatever happened next.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2016 18:47:44 GMT
Once the duo had been fully situated into the cart, which may have been a little unfortunate for the myriad of shopping items, Noxa began to strap in. Like velcro, her vermilion fibers found themselves stretching from their resting position. Red tendrils hugged the entirety of the cart’s underside — not just the center this time. This all-encompassing approach was an attempt to keep the cart from being further bent in half under all this weight. With Collan safely in his seat, Noxa told him to hand onto something.
Just as the car had begun to levitate a sound broke the serenity of the rooftop view. Loud, choppy, oscillating whirring; the ‘chakk-chackk-chak’ of a military helicopter faded into their perspective. Faint, at first, but soon grew into a chaotic sound as the lumbering beast of metal slowly rose from the edge of the rooftop, obscuring the horizon with its massive shape. Huge floodlights shone down on the pair, tearing apart the gentle veil of night that had embraced the cart riders.
“Bexy Sitch!” Called a voice familiar to Noxa; it was one of the taxmen. It seemed this chase wasn’t yet over with. “Cease and desist all illegal production and distribution of media; come with us and pay your dues, otherwise we are permitted to use terminal force to collect payment!”
“WILL YOU LOT BUGGER OFF?!” Demanded Noxa, giving a wide turn as the cart swiftly took off from the roof.
The homogeny of the helicopter’s hovering eventually gave way to a more aggravated sound as it gave pursuit.
“THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING! SETTLE DOWN OR WE WILL OPEN FIRE!” Reiterated the same voice filtered through what sounded like some sort of megaphone.
Cocking her head back, Noxa could just barely make out the view within the cockpit; burly men in black suits and shades. The same faceless, emotionless government zombies that always gave her a hard time.
The woman, who gripped the sides of the cart with her metallic-covered hands, rose her left only to shoot a middle finger back; Noxa's response was vulgar — as expected.
The G-men's response came in the form of the steady ‘BRRRRRRRTT’ — the buzz of a high-velocity 30 mm minigun's cannon being fired at the flying shopping cart. Anticipating the maneuver the Bio Woman found herself executing a long-dawn barrel roll. The payload, having been wasted on the empty sky, was kept away from any civilians.
The true tragedy, of course, was the handful of cans that managed to be lost during the maneuver; send carelessly tumbling into the city bellow.
“I NEED TO KEEP US AIRBORNE!” Noxa exclaimed at the boy, “CAN YOU TAKE THEM DOWN ONCE WE ARE OUT OF THE CITY’S AREA?!”
The scarlet-haired amazon hoped the boy could use ki to some degree. With his power level, the ivory hybrid would easily be able to take down an army by himself — ki users were graced by Gods in that way; they were the ubermensch.
Her auriferous eyes fixed themselves outward in the distance to the West — the lightest part of the sky. The East had already fallen to night's approach, but the Western sky still held a soft glow of blue. Using that glow for navigation, Noxa steered the cart away from the city. Their pursuing chopper had to go down, but if it was downed in a city it would cause untold devastation below — if not by blasts, then certainly by the several ton husk’s freefall.
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Post by Collan Vixen on Oct 2, 2016 21:47:04 GMT
He watched as they slowly began to get up off the ground, ready for good things to happen from here. When there was a large noise approaching, it sounded like...blades of sorts. Not like sword blades or anything like that. But something else...it turns out an ATTACK HELICOPTER WAS APPROACHING! The people flying them were the same tax men from before.
He wasn't very happy with Noxa's decision of angering them even more. Which just caused the tax men to begin shooting at them. Where then at that moment, Noxa had told Collan to do something insane. Which was to take them down after they got out of they city. "What!? I'm not fighting them! They aren't even evil! They're just doing their job!"
So instead, Collan had stood up. With his level or energy, he could take the bullets without any real consequence. But while it didn't hurt, it was a little annoying.
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Post by Levlidian on Oct 3, 2016 0:17:11 GMT
(Thread PL: 2800)
Levlidian strode for the first time in a while, his tattered Gi had been gawked at from time to time and was met with a glare in sibling to his sneer, the steady sound of a helicopter stole his attention in the fading, twilight night and he turned his attention toward the gigantic power level, his brow sank into one of concentration and he slowly rose into the air with a whisk of air licking at the ground in his absence. The concrete structures passed by him and the Saiyan finally drew to an advantageous height.To the distance he spied the noise rupturing the scene and his grin erupted at the sight, two souls were travelling free of the city pursued by a large machine he was unfamiliar with and he sought to fold his form into a ball finally bursting free of his position and fully extending his position to soar in their direction. About his burst his crimson aura that lit him in the dying light and he'd quickly gain on at least the 'copter; both arms drawn to his sides and a look of interest painting his visage as he did so.
Boasting a strong, stocky physique beneath his baggy, black Gi, Levlidian seemed to take advantage of his short stature with a large bastion, each of his hands were decorated with black, fingerless gloves and his dark, spikey mane whipped back in the wind. Still, his pointed complexion switched from interest to immeasurable curiosity and he called:
"Is there a problem officer?", A jeer towards no one in particular, perhaps a silent jest meant for his own pleasure.
Their exchange he'd missed entirely when the source of the noise became obvious, they owned some form of weapon and it was looming in the direction of the powerful figure he could barely make out and what ever cargo they carried. His interest spike more so he slowly turns to peer at the Helicopter again whom seemed to ignore him. Opening a palm and raising it to chest level, the air drew on a deep hum and Ki forged an orb of red that glowered in his palm as the molecules vibrated due to his own control, the hum increased as he allowed it evolve to the size of a football; he waited and listened.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2016 2:55:00 GMT
The sun had long since yielded to the skyline; the little glimmer of blue on the western horizon was what eased Noxa’s nighttime navigation. Differentiation of sky and land was important, especially after the ivory-haired Hybrid’s outburst and refusal to deal with the threat at hand. The outburst meant that a counter attack — or even offensive handicap — weren't options; they had to flee. It wasn’t that she couldn’t see in the dark, the predator could. However, the less strain and focus dedicated to vision the more attention she could give to evading her pursuers and their bursts of live ammunition.
As she flew, the red-headed amazon found herself rapidly decreasing her height. Noxa, nearing the ground, attempted to dodge as much of the torrent of bullets as she could. Collan and herself couldn’t be damaged by much of what they unleashed, but the last thing she needed was some potential tracer rounds getting itself lodged in any nooks or crannies — or, worst still, her hair.
“Bounty hunters and mercenaries are also just doing their jobs — doesn't mean you should let them live if they are hunting you!” Came the termagant's retort; her voice nearly drowned out by the constant whipping of air around the duo.
Noxa weighed her options. She could very well launch some kind of blindside ki-blast backward at her pursuers, but the heavy division of her attention could very well cause her to miss and hit something she shouldn't. Slowing down was also another option — allow the hunters to gain on them, subsequently increasing her chance of hitting them with an un-aimed strike… However doing so would also increase their chances of getting hit. In that scenario whatever purchases the boy had made would, without a doubt, be annihilated by the military-grade munition.
“Follow her; she’s losing altitude! We can't lose Bexy Sitch again!” Barked one of the G-men — the one whose voices carried the most authority. He raised a hand pressing it against his earpiece as more orders and information were streamlined to him. They had been chasing this one for quite some time. The target's little gambits and illegal distribution had been costly to his agency — to the point where the redhead's termination was a cheaper option than pursuit and incarceration.
The Nameless G-man found himself turning with the arrival of an unexpected guest — just outside the cockpit. The sight nearly gave him a damned heart attack. Nameless G-man narrowed his eyes at the figure of what looked to be a saiyan. What a bother; why was the space monkey interrupting their pursuit?
“Damn it, boy! You blasted ki users — what do you want? We’re busy — shoo; go bother someone else!” Dismissed the broad-shouldered man with graying hair. Despite the youthful look to his face, there was an unquestionable aura about him; a veteran — someone who has spent far too long doing this job.
With the saiyan's generation of a red orb in his palm, the G-men — collectively — turned their attention toe the stranger. The most experienced one, who thus far seemed to take charge, found himself glaring at the intruder.
“Just what do you think yer doin’, boy? We don’t take threats lightly ‘round here, especially when we are in the middle of an operation!”
As the conflict seemed to drag on behind the fleeing duo, Noxa turned her head just as she began to sense the power of yet another ki user. This one seemed to be just slightly weaker than the hybrid who acted as a sort of bullet sponge for the sake of the shopping items. It was the sensation of surging ki that truly got a hold of her — was whoever just showed up planning to wreak havoc on their pursuers? She hoped it was the case.
“Get ready, kid!” Noxa called back to Collan, giving him a fair warning for what was coming next.
“I’m going to drop you and the cart off at the beach and gain some ground! They want me; they will leave you and your stuff alone — I think!”
In just a few short moments the shopping cart’s slightly bent wheels had grazed at the beach’s sandy bed. Suddenly, all of Noxa's grips on the cart would let go. Noxa had separated herself, leaving the cart to inertia and gravity — leaving the hybrid to steady himself and the filled cart as they was sent skidding.
At that point, a scarlet aura enveloped Noxa, making herself an obvious target against the bleakness of the astronomical twilight. The spotlight of the still-pursuing chopper kept on her as she soared upwards, once more gaining altitude. As she flew the Bio Woman turned towards the helicopter, trying to get a better look at whoever it was she sensed earlier.
The possibility that the new arrival might be on the tax men’s side hadn't occurred to her until now — and that would have been a bad scenario for sure. Getting rid of a ki user would have been a much messier task than dispatching of faceless salary men.
[ Noxa touched down, letting Collan and his cart at the beach to not get them further involved in this mess] [ Noxa is rising into the sky to pull them away from Collan — attempting to observe to actions of the newcomer and determine his alligence.]
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