Post by Durian on Nov 12, 2016 17:37:45 GMT
I KNOW WHAT RUNS THROUGH YOUR BLOOD
The desert. It’s where she had ended up after the landing of the Saiyans. She wasn’t strong enough yet to face them. Durian couldn’t be found. If she was, she would be going back to Vegeta. Likely to her death. Or possibly worse, to be returned to the family of Anise. Those that were left that she didn’t murder... It chilled her heart to think of that. To return to her home planet and be at the mercy of that family. To be their slave again and to endure whatever the desired. Her life had not been hard as a slave, not compared to others of her race. But she was still owned. Looked down upon. A piece of furniture or an object to be used. If she had been sent back... She would most certainly be destroyed until she begged for death.
With a sigh and these thoughts upon her mind, the Kagami would exit her tent. A small tent, simple. Provided by those who oversaw her work. There were a small group of them out here. The mines of the desert had many a gem and resource inside to be found, mined, and loaded into carts. This was her job. She got a small bit of pay for it, but mostly she was fed and given this bit of shelter. It was a simple life and she worked hard. Obviously this isn’t where she wished to end up ultimately, but it was a nice segway. Admittedly... a very long segway. She had hoped that getting strong enough to face off against Saiyans wouldn’t take her years. The worst part was that she wasn’t even anywhere close to being able to take a Saiyan. Even after years longer than she wanted to take, she was still weak and nearly useless. Still. She couldn’t give up. Her people needed to be free.
This was why she was out at night. The stars above that lined the night sky of planet Earth would shine down upon the sands of the desert. Numerous simple tends lined the area outside of the mine. There were a few small buildings, simple in design. This is where those more essential to the project stayed. Overseers and the like. They stayed in real beds and near homes while the others stayed in tents. Durian couldn’t be bitter about that. She was free to leave whenever she felt the need. The workers were a temporary measure that could come and go when they needed money or living space. Like Durian.
Dressed in her black slacks, long white button up blouse, and even throwing her black jacket over, she’d make her way from the camp. She’d return before morning, but she didn’t need prying eyes upon her training. Her gloves were upon her hands and her mask over her lower face. Working or not, if someone saw her she didn’t want to be immediately recognized. However slim that chance was. She’d stroll into the desert, keeping her eye out for the small but deadly creatures of the near wasteland. Lining the desert would be mountains. Mountains, and somewhere a river. It was a small walk away and not the direction she was headed this evening, but it was amusing to see the stark contrast. Maybe one night, she’d venture for the waters and trees.
Her Ki had been manipulated to a lower level, that of any other man at camp. But as she crossed over some of the sandy dunes and out of sight, the woman would let her power to its normal level. It wasn’t overly concerning on the whole to those who trained power. But... it still made her a target. If someone was searching for her, they knew her level above that of the average earthling. Fidgeting with the gloves upon her hand, she felt a twinge of warmth. The sun hadn’t gone down long ago, so the heat still clung to the air. That would be fixed in nearly an hour. The temperature dropped quickly in the desert. For now, she’d have to be somewhat uncomfortable.
Observing the small divet in the land around her that she had entered. Sand dunes surrounding her on all sides but to the North, she’d gather her Ki and energy. Focusing it around her arm, with a deep breath and concentration, she’d spark fire to life. Flames would encircle her arm. Causing her clothing and skin no burn from being her natural energy, but very much giving off heat. Sweat beading upon her forehead and arm. Keeping the fire active around her arm, she’d take a swipe towards the air in front of her. Stepping forward and forcing her body into the hit. A small near explosion sort of action would come from her arm. The fist of her arm bursting with flame as if she had made contact and all of the fire ki rushing towards the fist. It would dissipate as soon as it ‘hit.’
The night would continue on like this. Durian fighting unknown enemies in the sand. Tall and burly Saiyans that only she could see in her mind’s eye. Attempting to pummel them with her fiery fists and kicks. Breaks would be here and there, she’d need to regain her concentration and energy. Setting back within the sand. Staring at the sky. She’d gain back her breath and her will to move once her body lay still for a few moments. Then. She was up and at them again. Going for these invisible Saiyans that had no way of fighting back. Once she felt exhausted. Her body tired and soul nearly drained of will. She’d head back towards camp. Covered in sweat and sand, she’d move slowly but with the desire for sleep. She had a few hours before the sun would be up and she’d begin working in the mines. But what she had to look forward to was the evening. Growing stronger. Pushing herself. Even if she didn’t understand how to gain the strength she needed. Nightly, she needed to try.
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PL - 2,800
KP - 3/3 => 0/3 by end of post
Techs Used =
Energy Suppression [UT1]
Durian are capable of suppressing your power in order to better hide herself from the gaze of those with Energy Sensing or those utilizing a Scouter, so long as she is not making use of powerful techniques(anything that would consume KP in a KP Battle) she can remain undetected by friends and foes alike! This technique uses 0 KP in a KP Battle
[N1] Hell Hath No Fury - Through careful manipulation of her Ki, Durian is able to gather it in a flaming inferno around her person’s limb. Charging her Ki can put this flame of energy around one single limb at a time while she charges for a melee attack. Charges at 33% per turn. (IE: 33% > 66% > 99% > 132% > 165% )
With a sigh and these thoughts upon her mind, the Kagami would exit her tent. A small tent, simple. Provided by those who oversaw her work. There were a small group of them out here. The mines of the desert had many a gem and resource inside to be found, mined, and loaded into carts. This was her job. She got a small bit of pay for it, but mostly she was fed and given this bit of shelter. It was a simple life and she worked hard. Obviously this isn’t where she wished to end up ultimately, but it was a nice segway. Admittedly... a very long segway. She had hoped that getting strong enough to face off against Saiyans wouldn’t take her years. The worst part was that she wasn’t even anywhere close to being able to take a Saiyan. Even after years longer than she wanted to take, she was still weak and nearly useless. Still. She couldn’t give up. Her people needed to be free.
This was why she was out at night. The stars above that lined the night sky of planet Earth would shine down upon the sands of the desert. Numerous simple tends lined the area outside of the mine. There were a few small buildings, simple in design. This is where those more essential to the project stayed. Overseers and the like. They stayed in real beds and near homes while the others stayed in tents. Durian couldn’t be bitter about that. She was free to leave whenever she felt the need. The workers were a temporary measure that could come and go when they needed money or living space. Like Durian.
Dressed in her black slacks, long white button up blouse, and even throwing her black jacket over, she’d make her way from the camp. She’d return before morning, but she didn’t need prying eyes upon her training. Her gloves were upon her hands and her mask over her lower face. Working or not, if someone saw her she didn’t want to be immediately recognized. However slim that chance was. She’d stroll into the desert, keeping her eye out for the small but deadly creatures of the near wasteland. Lining the desert would be mountains. Mountains, and somewhere a river. It was a small walk away and not the direction she was headed this evening, but it was amusing to see the stark contrast. Maybe one night, she’d venture for the waters and trees.
Her Ki had been manipulated to a lower level, that of any other man at camp. But as she crossed over some of the sandy dunes and out of sight, the woman would let her power to its normal level. It wasn’t overly concerning on the whole to those who trained power. But... it still made her a target. If someone was searching for her, they knew her level above that of the average earthling. Fidgeting with the gloves upon her hand, she felt a twinge of warmth. The sun hadn’t gone down long ago, so the heat still clung to the air. That would be fixed in nearly an hour. The temperature dropped quickly in the desert. For now, she’d have to be somewhat uncomfortable.
Observing the small divet in the land around her that she had entered. Sand dunes surrounding her on all sides but to the North, she’d gather her Ki and energy. Focusing it around her arm, with a deep breath and concentration, she’d spark fire to life. Flames would encircle her arm. Causing her clothing and skin no burn from being her natural energy, but very much giving off heat. Sweat beading upon her forehead and arm. Keeping the fire active around her arm, she’d take a swipe towards the air in front of her. Stepping forward and forcing her body into the hit. A small near explosion sort of action would come from her arm. The fist of her arm bursting with flame as if she had made contact and all of the fire ki rushing towards the fist. It would dissipate as soon as it ‘hit.’
The night would continue on like this. Durian fighting unknown enemies in the sand. Tall and burly Saiyans that only she could see in her mind’s eye. Attempting to pummel them with her fiery fists and kicks. Breaks would be here and there, she’d need to regain her concentration and energy. Setting back within the sand. Staring at the sky. She’d gain back her breath and her will to move once her body lay still for a few moments. Then. She was up and at them again. Going for these invisible Saiyans that had no way of fighting back. Once she felt exhausted. Her body tired and soul nearly drained of will. She’d head back towards camp. Covered in sweat and sand, she’d move slowly but with the desire for sleep. She had a few hours before the sun would be up and she’d begin working in the mines. But what she had to look forward to was the evening. Growing stronger. Pushing herself. Even if she didn’t understand how to gain the strength she needed. Nightly, she needed to try.
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PL - 2,800
KP - 3/3 => 0/3 by end of post
Techs Used =
Energy Suppression [UT1]
Durian are capable of suppressing your power in order to better hide herself from the gaze of those with Energy Sensing or those utilizing a Scouter, so long as she is not making use of powerful techniques(anything that would consume KP in a KP Battle) she can remain undetected by friends and foes alike! This technique uses 0 KP in a KP Battle
[N1] Hell Hath No Fury - Through careful manipulation of her Ki, Durian is able to gather it in a flaming inferno around her person’s limb. Charging her Ki can put this flame of energy around one single limb at a time while she charges for a melee attack. Charges at 33% per turn. (IE: 33% > 66% > 99% > 132% > 165% )
MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS
