Post by Levlidian on Oct 22, 2016 23:55:30 GMT
[PL: 20,000]
The city of Satan Levlidian had only visited once before and in the wake of his development as a martial Artist thus far, it had been quite some time. Striding through the busy streets had seen him develop some rather odd interests in a variety of different locales. For one notion, he'd developed several interests in some of the destinations for those that sought training, with a furrowed brow and an adjusted jaw; the beast ventured a long the concrete seeking an idea of his; weighted training gear. He'd seen it used a few times before but never did he consider it for himself, sure he'd seen the benefits but now he saw more than that; he saw a chance to really push his boundaries. The leather of his gloves creaked as he balled a fist, the average populace of the city irritated him, but, still he pressed on into the sports shop and began wandering the isles.
This was all ever so confusing, bright words spelled facts and figures he barely cared for, the prices are all that caught his attention and held it' often with his jaw slowly peeling open and a secreted shove of several mannequins causing them to slide over. cries filled the interior as the young man strode free without a care. Was this what other fighters considered betterment or 'social interaction' ? Bah, what did he care and on he strode into the forest of concrete, metal and loud noise.
On wards he strode, an irritation forming in the brow of his person that boasted a little more than subtle annoyance; anger was brimming but a quick reflection on his last couple of months soon saw him behaving. In the short time he'd been here, what had be accomplished? Why on earth did he seek a deeper purpose now? growing to be the strongest on the pathetic planet should have sated him and then he'd move on to the next, then the next.
The red light gave way in the stereotypical street of a big city, hovering vehicles and bustling townsfolk occupied his vicinity and yet the man barely noticed it as he prepared himself for the idea of furthering his training. The speed he carried at the moment was vast, there was no denying that but he needed to pick it up. More power meant greater potential and with the power levels he'd been sensing in action as of late; he definitely needed to up his game.
A loud blare of a horn soon saw Levlidian brought back to reality and at the last moment he cried out and swerved free of a truck heading for him. Blasted humans, he thought and soon delieverd the bird to the escaping creature behind the wheel. On with the proposed issue with money. he could always work for it, this caused a blooming grin of arrogance and a shake of his spiney mane as he shook his head; no he'd need to steal it. The man could barely consider himself a Warrior if he averted to work for coin he could gain easily with the right; propositions.
Still, on he wandered and to his right, he spied precisely what he'd been looking for. a male wearing decidedly over priced garments of which boasted a layer of silk and gold; dressed as most would consider a gangster he soon acquired this saiyan as a follower. Striding after him, Lev' paid close attention to where the man ventured and followed him into a dark alley where he'd pick up his pace and a shriek filled the dark; followed by a cackle.
[Zeni please]
The city of Satan Levlidian had only visited once before and in the wake of his development as a martial Artist thus far, it had been quite some time. Striding through the busy streets had seen him develop some rather odd interests in a variety of different locales. For one notion, he'd developed several interests in some of the destinations for those that sought training, with a furrowed brow and an adjusted jaw; the beast ventured a long the concrete seeking an idea of his; weighted training gear. He'd seen it used a few times before but never did he consider it for himself, sure he'd seen the benefits but now he saw more than that; he saw a chance to really push his boundaries. The leather of his gloves creaked as he balled a fist, the average populace of the city irritated him, but, still he pressed on into the sports shop and began wandering the isles.
This was all ever so confusing, bright words spelled facts and figures he barely cared for, the prices are all that caught his attention and held it' often with his jaw slowly peeling open and a secreted shove of several mannequins causing them to slide over. cries filled the interior as the young man strode free without a care. Was this what other fighters considered betterment or 'social interaction' ? Bah, what did he care and on he strode into the forest of concrete, metal and loud noise.
On wards he strode, an irritation forming in the brow of his person that boasted a little more than subtle annoyance; anger was brimming but a quick reflection on his last couple of months soon saw him behaving. In the short time he'd been here, what had be accomplished? Why on earth did he seek a deeper purpose now? growing to be the strongest on the pathetic planet should have sated him and then he'd move on to the next, then the next.
The red light gave way in the stereotypical street of a big city, hovering vehicles and bustling townsfolk occupied his vicinity and yet the man barely noticed it as he prepared himself for the idea of furthering his training. The speed he carried at the moment was vast, there was no denying that but he needed to pick it up. More power meant greater potential and with the power levels he'd been sensing in action as of late; he definitely needed to up his game.
A loud blare of a horn soon saw Levlidian brought back to reality and at the last moment he cried out and swerved free of a truck heading for him. Blasted humans, he thought and soon delieverd the bird to the escaping creature behind the wheel. On with the proposed issue with money. he could always work for it, this caused a blooming grin of arrogance and a shake of his spiney mane as he shook his head; no he'd need to steal it. The man could barely consider himself a Warrior if he averted to work for coin he could gain easily with the right; propositions.
Still, on he wandered and to his right, he spied precisely what he'd been looking for. a male wearing decidedly over priced garments of which boasted a layer of silk and gold; dressed as most would consider a gangster he soon acquired this saiyan as a follower. Striding after him, Lev' paid close attention to where the man ventured and followed him into a dark alley where he'd pick up his pace and a shriek filled the dark; followed by a cackle.
[Zeni please]