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Post by Capper Hofferson on Oct 1, 2016 14:56:01 GMT
CURRENT POWER LEVEL: 20 MULTIPLIERS: N/A GAIN BONUSES: N/A
OOC NOTES: I hope this starter thread suffices! ouob
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"Capper's Normal Dialogue"
'Capper's Telepathy'
'Capper's Thoughts'
OIL BE BACK
Capper finally decided to test drive his new spaceship. It's hull was not strong enough to last through the trip past Earth's atmosphere, but it was able to fly. Capper sat in the hull of his basic spaceship, piloting it like it was a second skin. The saiyan technician knew how spaceships worked, and had managed to somehow make his own! Did this make him a rocket scientist now? Capper turned whe wheel of the ship, guiding it towards a nearby city. He had to put up more fliers for his race, after all! A stack of fliers sat in the back of the ship, and several of his own robots scampered about the captain's room. The whirring of the engine could be heard even in the hull. Exhaust and jets began to slow the ship to a stop mid air, causing it to hover in the sky for a moment before lowering to the ground, propelled down by some jets of air. Wheels rolled out of it's keel as it landed on the ground with a thud. Stairs rolled out of the ship's bottom as the saiyan trotted out, pulling a wagon full of his fliers. He had advertised it in East City, but had not set foot into Satan City for awhile now. Capper didn't even get several feet out of his ship before confusion filled his mind. Several cardboard boxes and been laid out nearby. Was this some child's own little town to play in, or something else? Shrugging, the saiyan walked over, the lights on his ship's bottom illuminating the area in the setting sunlight. It was dusk- he'd better make this quick. Many shading Earthlings came out at night. Sighing, Capper slapped a flyer up on one of the boxes, turning around to put some more up in the city, but not before his Scouter beeped, detecting a rather high power close by... |
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Post by Jax Punchlust on Oct 1, 2016 16:56:15 GMT
CURRENT POWER LEVEL: 17,892,
THREAD POWER LEVEL: 13,419 (Weights in use) MULTIPLIERS: Light Weights GAIN BONUSES: 25%OOC NOTES: That's a fine start to a thread. Also, I think I might start using a modified version of your posting format, at least for the start of my future threads, if that's okay! It's very intuitive and makes things a lot easier.
Today was an odd day for the purple-cladded "fightstar". Mind you, for a man such as Jax, who had been a worldwide T.V. Star, a part-time wandering nomad/presidential candidate, and children's tournament participant, that statement was saying a lot. Yet, unlike all of his other hijinks and adventures, this time he was left feeling empty. He had recently been fired from his job as a high-end grocery store greeter, and after months of putting his time into the job, he realized he had no path, no goal in life to strive for. It was a feeling he hadn't felt before, and he hoped that after a night of sleep he'd be able to shrug it off and be his old self again.
Arriving at his home, which was a rather impressively large box in the middle of the pocket-sized cardboard village he had helped create in the slums of Satan City, he was greeted by the couple dozen or so outcasts he had been living with. Unlike their usual routine of coming up and praising him as their savior and possible messiah, however, they had gotten their weapons from the village's armory (which were really just some of the sharper utensils they had found in the trash), and had began to charge at what seemed to be a child with dangerously pointy hair, shouting phrases such as "invader" and "hooligan". Jax usually would just like them fight whoever entered their territory, as he was too lazy to truly check out the situation and make sure it was a smart design, but he had been slacking off quite a bit in his mayoral duties lately. Deciding it was best he do something "leadery", to show he was still qualified for the role, he rushed in front of the hoard of his citizens, putting his arms out in such a way that they wouldn't be able to touch the outsider.
Looking back at the visitor, to make sure that their unkept pointy hair wasn't potentially stabbing him, Jax noticed that it in fact wasn't just a child, but as their tail suggested was likely just one of the short monkey-breeds that had causing a ruckus on the planet so much in recent years. It had been awhile since he had a run in with one of their kind, and he didn't understand why one of them would be coming to his newfound civilization. Maybe he had been such an mayor that the space monkeys wanted to take it as their own? Either way, he needed to figure out what was going on, and fast, before the whole situation got out of hand and he had to use his his powers of "mayorialness" to go through the trouble of making another cover-up. Turning his attention back to his citizens, he put on his best "boss" voice, puffing his chest out, which in all honestly only helped to make his noodle-like body look even more ridiculous in comparison.
"Citizens, what is going on? What has this person done to anger you so?"
Some old lady in the back of the crowd shouted something about an explosion and then the stranger putting up flyers on one of the boxes, and a man in the front said it was a possible act of war on the village itself.
"I see! Well, I will deal with this intruder! No monkey scum will ruin our beautifully crafted debris-founded community!"
The group cheered on as Jax grabbed the visitor by the back of their clothes, doing so in the most dramatic way possible, and started to fly up into the air. Once out of their eye-sight however, Jax stopped in mid-flight, and after finding a nice spot above a cloud to hide, began to hover in place.
"Hey, sorry about that back there, didn't mean to scare ya man. Just, citizens y'know. They assume the worst at all times, and everyone is an outsider trying to cause some trouble. It's tiring, let me tell you." Jax chuckled to himself for a moment, helping to release the high amount of stress he had been feeling for most of the day, before he remembered that he did have no idea why the monkey-kin had entered their settlement. Tightening his grip on the outsider to make sure they wouldn't fall, he tried to clear up the situation. "So I have to ask, groovy baby, what brings you to the center of all things funkerfic?"
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Post by Capper Hofferson on Oct 2, 2016 22:35:33 GMT
CURRENT POWER LEVEL: 20 MULTIPLIERS: N/A GAIN BONUSES: N/A
OOC NOTES: Capper, stop being a lil shit.
KEY
"Capper's Normal Dialogue"
'Capper's Telepathy'
'Capper's Thoughts'
OIL BE BACK
Oh, joy. More racist Earthlings! Capper's eyes closed halfway as some of these strange people began to shout profanities and insults at him- something the saiyan boy had grown used to at this point. He flinched as they all began to CHARGE at him, causing the saiyan to yelp and dive under one of the boxes in the village- peering out of a small hole cut into it- only his eyes were visible, lit up by his scouter. "Well screw you too, clods!" Capper spoke, disgusted at the group. He expected the sweet release of death, or just being jabbed at with their choice of weaponry- spoons, forks, and butter knifes, if it weren't for a ludicrous man dressed in purple getting in the way. A lady spoke of the saiyan exploding something, to which Capper responded with a twitching eye. " Explosion?! I haven't exploded JACK since I was STRANDED on your cruddy planet, lady! "
Flat-out growling at the group, Capper retreated further into the box. The purple-suited man soon came over, hoisting the saiyan out of his shelter and into the sky, causing the saiyan to let out a high pitched screech. " Uuaaaauuuggh! I-I'm allergic to heeeeiiights! " Capper screeched, flailing around in the man's arms. This was it! He was dead! This guy was going to DROP him and he would be a saiyan pancake on the ground! Opening one eye while he was still alive, Capper heard the odd man speak of how everyone down there assumed the worst, which was true. Still, he didn't exactly appreciate being hoisted into the air with his fear of heights. Sick of the planet and it's people, Capper just curled up while being held by his scruff, crossinf his arms and sticking his tongue out at the man with a comical "Plbbbbtttt" He kind of wanted to be dropped, to be honest. At least he wouldn't be on Earth anymore.
However, Capper's expression quickly shifted to one of annoyance and disbelief at the man's next statement. The word "baby" echoed around in the Saiyan's mind. His eye twitched for a moment, and he completely forgot that he was hanging by a thread midair. " Did... Did you just call me a baby?! " Capper spoke, digusted. " I'll have you know that I am part of the Solar Empire, EARTHLING! So you better put me down this instant and get your grubby earth hands off of me, human! I'll have you know that I AM SIXTEEN YEARS OLD, and am not a "baby" by any means!! Why does a filthy Earthling like you care about me- heck, why am I not dead yet?! " After his rant, Capper puffed out his cheeks and stared at the man dead in the eye. Who did this guy think he was? |
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Post by Jax Punchlust on Oct 2, 2016 23:46:13 GMT
"Heh, well, you certainly got a lot of spirit for just sixteen years..."
Jax wasnt wasn't entirely sure what the Solar Space Seminar was or whatever the kid brought up was, but he seemed to make a big deal out of it. To Jax, though, it just proved he was from space and obviously this off-worlder had a bit of superiority complex. In all honesty, however, Jax kind of liked the pip-squeak. Sure, he had a bit of an attitude so far and seemed a little bit like a brat, but to be fair, the same had been said of himself by his own critics (though he didn't see why, he was a perfectly well adjusted and amazing person). The monkey may of thought a lot about himself, sure, but to be acting in charge and making threats while in the position he was in, that took some serious guts. Even more importantly then that, however. Jax could sense something deeper in this being. Something full of spunk, and full of jive; he could feel that this kid had a groovy soul. And as his own Daddy Maxxy had put it, there was a limited amount of souls that were groovy in this universe, so when you find one, you better sure you hold on to it.
"But to be honest, dude, I have no idea what this sun group of your's is. For all I know, it could be where you monkeys go around the sun and sing some songs, I don't care. Ya dig what I'm putting down? So, in response to that, I say this..." Looking down at the teen he in his grasp, he returned the stuck-out tongue and puffed out cheeks, and after a chuckle to himself went back to what he was saying. "I care because more then anything I care about everyone getting their fair share of justice. And you seem like somehow who hasn't much justice lately, have ya, bud?"
He didn't have to see the Saiyan's response to know that he was going through some serious problems of his own. For someone to ask why they were being kept alive, to ask why they were still even here, was basically saying that themselves were lost in life. He knew that because he had been there. Heck, he WAS there, after the events of today. So at the very least, maybe he could use his funkerific talents to help the little tailed punk out a bit.
"So why not you tell me why you're here, what's your sitch, and maybe I can help ya out, okay brah?"
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Post by Capper Hofferson on Oct 7, 2016 0:44:13 GMT
CURRENT POWER LEVEL: 20 MULTIPLIERS: N/A GAIN BONUSES: N/A
OOC NOTES: Capper's calmed down a little...
KEY
"Capper's Normal Dialogue"
'Capper's Telepathy'
'Capper's Thoughts'
OIL BE BACK
Capper eyed Jax, eye twitching when he said he had a lot of spirit for a sixteen year old. What was that supposed to mean?! Yet, his annoyed expression calming a little as Jax spoke once more, replaced by a hint of confusion. Capper could never tell why some Earthlings were nice while the majority were just plain mean to him. Still, the saiyan boy was curled up like a ball in Jax's grip as he was held by the scruff, trying not to look down. He didn't seem to know what the Saiyan Solar Empire was. " You don't know what the Solar Empire is?... You're kidding, right? WE'RE the ones that caused the Saiyan Invasion last year! Millions of lives were lost, and cities were leveled beneath the feet of hundreds of Oozaru! Don't you remember?! " Capper spoke, shock and some annoyance coupled with desparation in his voice as he tried to get his point across. Jax would sure hate him now for being part of such an organization. Folding his arms and sinking his head into his curled legs, pressed against his chest, Capper would speak in a low blunt tone. " ...And don't preach me, Earthling. " He wasn't having any of that justice crap. He didn't do anything to deserve any- everyone got only what they deserved, right?
Capper narrowed his eyes when jax offered to help him... For a moment, the saiyan contemplated the man for a moment. Was he truly one of those odd-ones-out that wanted to help him- like Ayumu, Jormunganr, and Etoru did?... Okay. Capper decided to take the bait for now. Closing his eyes, mouth curling up a little, Capper's expression softened as his eyes opened and locked onto Jax after a moment of thinking." ...Fine. Long story short, I'm stranded on your cruddy planet, I was left behind during the Invasion- but I don't need your help! As you can see..." Capper raised a hand, pressing a button on his Scouter. Below them, Capper's ship would flicker to life, floating off the ground as a gust of wing bellowed underneath it, knocking away a few boxes and passerbys. Floating upwards, the ship would part the clouds and stop in front of Jax and Capper, the headlights shining onto the two of them. " I have a ride of my own. "
After that, Capper looked at Jax once more, putting a hand into his pocket while speaking. " The only reason I came to this city was to advertise a race I'm holding. Y'know, just as a little 'goodbye' thing. But at this point, I think it's a bad idea. You're all probably just going to use the address I put on the fliers to come attack me..." He spoke with a shurg, looking off at his ship. He could go back to Vegeta right now, and forget about all this. He could see his mom and dad again. And he wouldn't look back. Pulling out a flyer for the race from his pocket, he would briefly flick it towards Jax with his tail, still suspiciously eyeing the human. |
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Post by Jax Punchlust on Oct 8, 2016 1:52:53 GMT
"I...honestly do not remember much from back then. I was busy with more important…endeavors…” The space simian’s ranting of the monkey empire only brought the faintest of recollections to Jax. He remembered, vaguely, some massive destructive and mass hysteria, and maybe the worry of his planets destruction or something to that effect. He hadn’t really been all that active at that time, instead being busy with a personal peyote journey that had taken him several months, and had lead him to decide to build his makeshift homeless shelter in the first place. It made sense to him that he was missing some key information from that timeframe. He had been wondering why so many cities were left in ruin or partially destroyed when he had returned, but considering that had become almost commonplace at this point in the city’s status quo he just shrugged it off.
This empire appeared to be a pretty big deal, at least from the way this kid described them, and after the multiple defeats Jax and his own ego had suffered, he recognized he would probably be out of his league if he tried to take them on his own. Still, something about the dangerously haired individual didn’t scream “villain” to him. Maybe it was the fact that most of the villains he had fought in his lifetime wore plastic suites and costumes, but despite the Saiyan’s threatening he still felt as though he was talking to a special individual. The comments about wanting to go back to his planet and being left behind showed why he was acting like, as Jax would put it, a "shorty mcgrump mcgeezer". It was a understandable situation, and he felt for the little tailey.
He was also impressed by the youngling's tech. Putting his only available hand above his eyes, he checked to make sure his subjects were safe from down below, before looking at the highly advanced spacecraft in front of him. The kid had tech, that was for sure, and at least some resources if he put this thing together. He was also impressed by how he could use his tail as if it was a third appendage, watching him fling towards Jax. Reacting as quick as he could he, fumbling a bit but holding on before the ball slipped, he caught the flyer and let it unravel by one of it's ends. His eyes widened in excitement, as his analyzing of the flyer's print and continued listening to the monkey’s predicament brought up a possible opportunity for him. That, would have to wait however, as he needed to do what the beat of justice in his heart was telling him to do, which was by as jivealicous as he could be for this stranger in need.
"Look, kid, I get feeling like you're out element. Hell, I live on this damn rock and I feel like that most of the time. But it seems like you're close to going home, so why the worry? Why not relax and enjoy the rest of your time here?" Mid-sentence he started floating towards the spaceship, holding that if he got close enough it would open, and give the two a place to talk. At the very least, it would give the Saiyan somewhere to go, besides held only by his fist above the sky. "You gotta live in the moment, take every chance you're given. That's my motto..."
It then hit Jax just how untrue that statement was. That's what he wished his motto was, but truthfully, it wasn't. He had constantly given up on his dreams, giving up whenever he hit a wall and things got too hard. Heck, for the last few months he had been a supermarket greeter and enjoyed it. A former television star, fired as a market greeter, and he was depressed about it. He had truly done nothing with himself, except maybe learning some shoddy construction work with the recycled trash-made society. He had ran away from everything life gave him. He had been living a lie, blaming everything bad that happened on others instead of himself, who could of easily bettered himself in the time that had passed. He was such a good actor, he had fooled even his own self.
Looking down at the adolescent, he tried to hide the regret and self-hate in his eyes. With a forced smile, he hoped he could convince the teen that with the right attitude everything in life would end up okay, even if he himself didn't truly believe it.
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Post by Capper Hofferson on Oct 21, 2016 23:40:57 GMT
CURRENT POWER LEVEL: 20 MULTIPLIERS: N/A GAIN BONUSES: N/A
OOC NOTES: Sorry for the delay! This got buried in my participated threads. Short post, couldn't think of much. @~@KEY
"Capper's Normal Dialogue"
'Capper's Telepathy'
'Capper's Thoughts'
OIL BE BACK
Capper sighed in relief when he was set down in his ship, promptly falling to his knees and flopping onto the floor, letting out a distressed groan. He had severe height sickness sometimes. Forcing himself back to his feet, Capper's body shook for a moment as he shuddered, regaining his footing. Turning back around to look at Jax, speaking of how he and Capper were both "out of element." Capper raised a brow, listening as Jax then spoke of taking every chance you could get, and told him to just relax. Capper shook his head, looking at the human in the eye while talking dismissively . "Well, I'm trying to! It's just half of your population wants me dead- I always have to be on edge! That's why I'm still alive, after all. If I was all trusting and happy-go-lucky with you Earthlings, I would be dead." The saiyan spoke, rolling his eyes. A look of faint hoplessness and heartache crossed the saiyans's face. A memory tugged at the back of his head as he spoke once more."And what if it was better of if you didn't take a chance...?"
One whole year ago, a frightened Capper stood in the center of the ruined West City, tears welled up in his eyes. He was supposed to be dead. He would rather be dead. "Mom! Dad! Anyone!" "There's still one Saiyan left! S-somebody kill it before it kills us!!" "W-w-wait! I don't wanna- Eeeyaaaugh!"
Capper sighed, quickly forgetting the day he was left behind. Shaking his head, he looked up to Jax with a blank expression, speaking in a neutral, blunt tone absent of his previous annoyance. "Trust me on this one. Sometimes you're better off playing it safe, Earthling." Looking up at Jax once more, Capper tilted his head. He too seemed kind of sad... But Capper didn't care for now!! He couldn't get all soft for the Earthlings again!! Still, Capper didn't have this man's name. Now that he was in a calmer, yet somewhat glummer sate, Capper's tactical and calm judgement was taking place. This man had put the saiyan boy above himeself- something Capper was not quite used to. For now, he would do the same for him."Anyways... Who are you, human?" |
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Nov 18, 2016 1:58:21 GMT
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Post by Jax Punchlust on Feb 26, 2017 12:30:05 GMT
I would like to request Zenni for this thread.
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