Vi-Poi
Administrator
Premier of Earth
PL: 434,410
Soul(x40P), Overdrive(x43)
Zeni: 1,247
Tag: @vipoi
Posts: 2,833 
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Post by Vi-Poi on Nov 22, 2016 19:03:19 GMT
(I'd like to try something a little different with this thread. This thread will have a free-turn and formless structure, meaning you don't have to wait your turn, and you can come and go as you please. It serves as a general landscape for happenings in and around Orange Star High for the academic year. I've also prepared mysteries to uncover for participants who've committed enough investigation, should they wish it. When the mystery is uncovered, I'll PM you with the secret. Vi-Poi is attending in disguise as part of his progression to merge successfully with his ghost, but there are other mysteries to explore -- just for starters: what the new Saiyan Principal Watumeron is hiding in his office closet, how the school janitor manages to clean the entire school within an hour, and why the most popular kid in school, Erbo Canes, has suddenly disappeared.)
Freshman Fry-Day
Vi-Poi frowned at the image in the mirror. It sure didn’t look like him. The spraycan hair dye – Works in Five Seconds Flat or Your Zeni Back! – had done its job, and his once-sky-colored hair now fell around his neck in floppy waves of inky blackness. The contacts gave him a slight variance error in his forward perception, but his blue eyes were now hidden behind dark pools. A dappling of freckles across his nose and (as Poi would say) ginormous square-rimmed glasses thick as cola bottles completed the disguise.
“Yep. You got ‘em alright, kid.”
“Huh?” Vi-Poi asked, turning around. He’d forgotten all about the visitor.
The man pulled in a long breath of his cigarette, silvery cloud of smoke whirling around his sun-hardened face. A gloved finger pointed at the corner of the hall. “Right there,” He said, raising the long metallic barrel of his weapon with his other hand.
The cockroach skittered along the baseboard, moving in a haphazard series of jolts.
With a grim glare the man squeezed the trigger, and a small burst of neon green gas spun out the nozzle, hurtling towards the insect, smacking into its brown chitinous body with a perceptible force. Toppling over onto its carapace, the bug’s legs squirmed spasmodically in the air, though the frenetic pace soon slowed into groggy movements, and then, not at all.
The exterminator whistled. “See me get that fucker? Still got the magic eye.” Holstering his bug gun, he pulled a pink slip of paper from the breast pocket his denim coveralls. “If you see one it means there’s a hundred more,” He said matter-of-factly, scrawling quickly on the paper with a pen and tearing it in half.
Vi-Poi’s keen android vision saw that the pen was from the Blue Banner Army Veterans Association. The non-business end of it had been anxiously chewed on for months.
“Here,” The exterminator said, handing Vi-Poi the slip. “Give this to your folks when they get home. My inspection invoice, and a quote for a full bomb job. Won’t find a better quote in the whole city, and if they do, have them call me and I’ll beat it.”
Vi-Poi felt slightly horrified at the idea of killing so many animals. He didn’t eat meat for ethical reasons, so why should he kill insects simply because it was socially acceptable to do so? Poi’s ghost was trolling him with net clips of old giant bug monster movies, and Vi-Poi slowly tuned him down.
“What’s the harm in these insects?” He asked skeptically, folding his arms. “So, they’re dirty.”
The exterminator cocked an eyebrow, giving Vi-Poi a once over. It must’ve not have been a question he got often. “Well yeah, they’re dirty. Disgustingly so, actually. Not like a rat, who’ll keep most its waste in one place. Roaches drag their crap around with them, and leave it everywhere. Vomit in food. And they eat everything. Besides food, they’ll eat hair, sewage, wet wood and cardboard. Even electrical wires.”
“Wires?” Vi-Poi’s eyebrows shot up at that, and a shriveling sensation he’d never felt before settled into his machine heart. His eyes shifted from behind the glasses, examining the dead bug. He’d seen how it’d crawled from under the baseboard, through a razor-thin gap. The gaps in my debarks during maintenance are only seventy percent narrower in width. He thought with a shudder, imagining one of those things crawling into him while he was drowsily defragging, taking bites out of his Poinium circuitry. He scanned his internals, just in case.
“Sure,” The exterminator agreed, his chemical glove pulling the cigarette back to his mouth. The lit end glowed. “Seen an infestation of an entire computer mainframe before. They’d eaten through every single circuit board, silicon and all.”
Vi-Poi peered down at the invoice and without thinking signed it with an X. “My parents will pay whatever, I promise,” He said, shoving the slip back into exterminator’s hand. “I’ll take the full bombing, the biggest you’ve got!”
The exterminator laughed. “Don’t want the bugs eating up your game consoles?”
Vi-Poi blinked, then grinned and nodded.
“I was just like you,” The exterminator chuckled, moving towards the door. As his hand reached the knob, he hesitated. “Hey, you famous or something?
Vi-Poi shook his head. “No. I mean, I was in a McBao's commercial, once. And in a indie pop band’s music vid. My mom was a tee-vee producer, over there,” He lied. It was one of his preplanned cover stories, made for just such a question. He even had fake clips, if someone dug deep enough.
“Must be it,” The exterminator said with a nod. “Must have seen you on tee-vee. I’m from out West too. Was deployed here during the War though, and fell in love with Satan City.”
Vi-Poi nodded quietly. Sensing the conversation had taken a weighty route – few people casually chatted about the Saiyan War, losses were still too raw – the exterminator gave Vi-Poi a friendly wave and left, but not before reminding him that he’d beat any quote.
The android crossed the small living room and peered out the window at the vaguely familiar city. The exterminator was soon whisking across the street, stowing his tank and gun into a van with a comically-dead ant on it, eyes crossed out and tongue lolling. Vi-Poi had never spent much time in Satan City. Most of his time here was the brief sort of business.
But now he had other plans. The ghost of Poi was getting closer and closer to his circuits. Eventually, and he could feel this as fact, the ghost would be indistinguishable from the machine. He loved Poi. Poi was part of him. But he had to know how to synergize with his longest friend, or else it’d be a total mess for the both of them. And to gel well, he had to know what it was like to be Poi.
In a spur of the moment gut-based decision, Vi-Poi had decided to go back into ninth grade, where Poi had been before his fall. To experience what it was really like for him, before he’d lived and died with only a crazy computer as his friend. He couldn’t go back to West City High, though. Even though it’d been eight decades someone might somehow recognize him, see through the disguise. Some overly-thorough school nurse might have matched his dental records to Poi’s, and then the game would have been up. So he’d decided to go to a town Poi had never visited. Satan City.
He wouldn’t be playing student all the time, of course. He still had a world to run, and people to protect. The spraycan came with a small plastic tab that he kept in his pocket, for when a quick Multiform wouldn’t do. Whenever he pressed the tab, it’d send a signal and the nanoids would detach from his hair and fall off like sand, and it’d be back to his real color. The contacts he could remove in a flash, and the freckles were basically stickers he could scrub off. In short, he could flip back and forth between Vi-Poi and the student in moments.
You should borrow Captain Nova’s magic watch. Poi’s ghost suggested mildly. Or practice spinning through phone booths, super fast!
Vi-Poi smiled to himself, pressing his forehead against the glass, watching the city hum below him.
He could feel the ghost as a part of him now. A faraway part, like something on the tip of his tongue. But Poi was getting closer.
The first day at school started off with a hiccup.
“Hey! What’s your name?” A big senior asked, frowning sternly at Vi-Poi right as he walked in through the cafeteria entrance.
Vi-Poi hesitated, reflexively 3D Scanning his surroundings. “Fry,” He blurted stupidly, seeing fries on the menu. “Fry… Fry Shallotnagger.”
The senior’s unpleasant face scrunched up in disbelief. “Shallotnagger? Like the movie star?”
He’d said the first surname that came to his mind. It was too-human slips like these that the proximity of Poi’s ghost was giving him.
“Uh…no,” He feigned a cough. “Sore throat. Saltega. I’m Fry Saltega.” Vi-Poi silently cursed himself, pushing his glasses up his nose. Fry Saltega was not the name he’d carefully designed and slipped into the school databanks. He swiftly accessed the Orange Star’s network, swiping admission accounts with the badly adlibbed name, hoping no one else thought it was half so stupid as he did. The hope didn’t last very long.
“Whatta dweeby name,” The senior chortled, eyeing Vi-Poi’s Bombers’ cap with open disdain. “The Bombers’ suck! You from West Capitol or somethin’, Freshman Fry Four-eyes?”
Vi-Poi shrugged. “Yeah.”
“Guess they’re all idiots over there,” He raised a hall monitor’s badge. “I’m on guard duty. You just went in the cafeteria entrance. All freshmen are supposed to go through the main entrance, you know, the big green doors out front? And you gotta go to the office and tell them you're new!”
Vi-Poi sheepishly apologized, and went around to the front. There were a few other students waiting outside the door. Fry Saltega, an unsuspecting student with too-big glasses and a dweeby name, quietly queued up behind them.
The bell rang.
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Post by Fleece on Nov 22, 2016 19:37:34 GMT
 Fleece sighed at the thought of returning to school, but his pilot's license had been audited after they had figured out that he had falsified his diploma. He found himself back at a place that he had dropped out of long ago, permitted to attend yet again thanks to the fact that they couldn’t really tell that he was an adult, zoanthropes had a bit of pull that way. Still, the prospect of being forced to attend these classes was annoying for Fleece. How was arithmetic going to help him with being a pilot? There might have been a few times where he didn’t exactly land correctly, but he had cheated his way into getting the license fair and square.
He now found himself where he had left off many years ago, repeating freshman year of high school. He had found himself lined up with several other freshman outside of the front door of the school, after being rallied there by a rather unpleasant bully, who had stolen his sunglasses. He glanced awkwardly at the last freshman to arrive in the line, who had humongous dorky glasses that made Fleece snicker a bit.
“Hey,” Fleece said, his voice was deep and developed, which for his size would be quite unexpected. “Nice glasses.”
Zeni w/ human bonus
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Post by Chai on Nov 23, 2016 1:59:03 GMT
CURRENT POWER LEVEL:
- Chai: 9,000 PL
- Guardia: 5,000 PL
MULTIPLIERS: N/A
GAIN BONUSES: N/A
CELESTIAL EVENT: NoneOOC NOTES: Player 3: Gym Teacher Chai has entered the game!
KEY
"Chai's Dialogue"
'Guardia's Telepathy'
'Chai's Telepathy'
'Guardia's Thoughts'
'Chai's thoughts'
ADVENTURES IN ACADEMIA
'Remind me why we're doing this again?'
Guardia questioned, peeking out from Chai's brown parcel. The sword was a mere bladeless hilt at the moment, small enough to now fit inside Chai's little bag. The goat took strides up to the nearby school, now wearing a more casual getup. The goat wore a plain black, v-neck t-shirt, but he still kept his baggy green pants and brown belt and parcels. Now wearing matching green gym shoes instead of his usual bare feet and leather bracers, the zoan's look was finished off with a green headband tied around his furry white forehead. He wore a whistle around his neck, along with an ID tag attached to the string. Plenty of students gave him strange looks, murmuring as the one-eyed zoan passed by.
'Guardia, we're broke. We need dough. And I've always thought teaching gym would be pretty neato.' Chai telepathically responded to his partner, looking up at the blue sky. He had seen the blue air day after day on his own Earth, but never before was it this refreshing and welcoming. 'Somehow, we landed in an universe that's in an era of peace. Better make the best of this, am I right?' Guardia nodded from his spot in Chai's bag, before quickly hiding back inside the brown bag as students passed. Chai had signed up as a substitute gym teacher for the day, since Orange Star's current freshman gym teacher had left on a vacation to the Southern Islands, and Chai was more than happy to take the absent teacher's place. He was told to go finish his registration as a substitute teacher at the green front doors, where most of the freshmen were gathered.
The seven foot tall goat stood high above most of the freshmen, looking down onto the sea of children. Chai only ever got to his junior year before the shit hit the fan, and Jax took him in. But now was no time to reminisce and get sad over the past! Shaking his head, the one-eyed goat could only simply let out a quick huff from his nostrils. Maneuvering around the students and making his way to the front, Chai's horns bumped atop the door frame, causing the goat to lower his head, being a little tall to fit through the door... Walking up beside an apparent student with large glasses, Chai picked up a clipboard with his name written on the top, and many blank sections to fill out. The one-eyed universal warrior picked up the paper, sitting down in a chair and beginning to fill out the blank sections. He only ever raised his horned head when a panda zoan spoke to the student with the glasses in a surprisingly deep tone, causing Chai to raise a brow. He shrugged it off, and got back to work on filling out the substitute teacher form. Guardia soon chimed telepathically to Chai alone, his ki resonating from within the parcel. Anyone who could sense Ki would sense something off about the contents of the goat's parcel...
'Psssst, Chai.'
'Yeah, Guardia?' 'I think it would be best to go by a false alias here. Do you think this universe has it's own version of you, like it has it's own version of Collan, hm?'
'....Fuck, you're right.'
The goat flicked his pen around a little, before writing a name on the paper, causing Guardia to stifle a laugh as he spoke in a somewhat surprised tone.
'Maverick Fireheart? You really chose that name, dude?'
'It sounds cool, okay?' 'It sounds dumb...'
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Vi-Poi
Administrator
Premier of Earth
PL: 434,410
Soul(x40P), Overdrive(x43)
Zeni: 1,247
Tag: @vipoi
Posts: 2,833
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Post by Vi-Poi on Nov 23, 2016 5:14:52 GMT
Vi-Poi blinked and peered around, before finding the panda-bear zoanthrope below him. It wasn’t every day that he ran into people shorter than him. He lowered the heavy glasses, dark eyes scrutinizing. “Jealous?” He asked Fleece with a wink, pushing the glasses back up. They reflected the overhead lights like twin suns.
There was another zoanthrope in the main office, this one much larger of the goat variety. Interestingly, he was emanating a very impressive power level – fourteen thousand. On a closer analysis, Vi-Poi realized it was actually two energy sources, with the larger one coming from the goat-man’s office satchel of all places. He scratched his hair, confused.
Another high power entering the room turned his attention towards the inner office. The new principal, Mister Watumeron, eclipsed the doorway with his imposing presence. His burly arms crossed across his broad chest, and his battle-hardened face – that bore more than one scar -- carried an unimpressed, angry sneer that looked like a permanent fixture rather than a temporary expression. He had a tall and trim buzz cut that looked for all the world like a fresh black eraser at the end of some militant pencil. His tweed suit was a little too small for a man of his size, adding to the feeling Vi-Poi got that this school official was going to explode at any moment.
“So,” Principal Watumeron began, sizing the goat up. “You must be Mister Fireheart, the new gym teacher.” From his tone, he didn’t seem impressed. “I wonder if you can do a thousand squats like I do every morning before breakfast. Pfaw!” He gave a wretched, dark laugh, eyes turning to Fleece, Vi-Poi, and the others. “These are the new pipsqueaks, ayuh?” Flinty black eyes danced with baleful delight. “Do you know what determination means, kiddos?”
Vi-Poi nodded, “It means you try your best – that you never give up, even if things don’t look so good.”
“No, it means this!” Principal Watumeron suddenly snatched up a phone book from the office countertop and growled, muscles and eyes bulging. “HEEYAHHH!!!” The massive tome rippled and tore in half with mighty rip. Pages, white and yellow, fluttered all over the office. The secretaries behind the counter let out a collective sigh.
“We just got that replaced,” One of them complained quietly, to no one in particular.
Principal Watumeron put his hands in his jacket pocket and chuckled, heading back into his office with a departing sneer.
“Well, that was...” Vi-Poi’s voice trailed off, leaving his thoughts unfinished. He extended a hand to Fleece. “I’m Fry. From West City.”
He glanced to the side at Mister Fireheart. Gym was his first period. What could a gym teacher, a substitute gym teacher, be doing with such a crazy power level? He's going to try to off you, mob style. Poi's ghost whispered excitedly. I don't think so. Vi-Poi thought back, bemused.
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Post by Shen Fennel on Nov 23, 2016 6:38:38 GMT
Powerlevel:5,000 Supressed:4 The Detective next adventures had seem to bring him to a school, to be exact one of the most famous schools in the world, Orange High school, which was located in Satan city. He had been on a case but so far everything had been cold. It had been 4 days since he gotten the call and the leads were running more draw then king Yemma's patience and that had run out a long time ago. The Canes Family, a somewhat successful family in the region who son had was going to the school had been missing, and Shen was the one to answer the call. For once it seemed it would be a normal case no demons, no Headless horseman nothing that would be abnormal if he was not a demon himself. Regardless he was searching for him and throughout the city their was no trace. Every place he checked it seemed their was nothing to be found. The Detective was troubled by this, it seemed he just vanished into thin air and he knew that was not the case, from the family records he had gathered the boy didn't seem to be superhuman in anyway, so he didn't just fly off but when he asked though who last saw him they had nothing to say, he just disspeared, one day he was here and the next day he was gone. Shen still had not checked the school but his attempts to get inside at night had been foiled, he didn't want to go in during classes but all the security had booted him out in his peaceful attempts to get inside. It seemed to be a dead end, so he had to get into the school. He had begun work on fake transcript papers and everything had been set, in motion. He was going undercover as a 15 year old freshman, something that pained him to say. He had gone to ogre boarding school but that consisted of taking ogre's to and from locations acting as a "tour Guide." or running of demons who tried to steal Yemma's lunch, it was a very uninstalling 6 years. He could of learned more from watching ogre tour guides but it seemed that their was one ogre who thought otherwise, regardless this was what he had to do. He had to find out what happened to the kid, when he took a case he solved it that was his way. The Detective pulled his coat off putting on his desk in his hotel. He had been renting the place for the past couple days since his new place was still not done and no where near the city. A sigh escaped his lips, soon he would have a shop that he could do his work from, and a phone line and a place to live that was not a run down hotel. Pulling his hat off his head and placing on the counter he walked towards the bathroom looking at the broken up mirror glass shards littered on the floor. His unkempt hair bothered him but he was always wearing his hat so it made sense. "For god sakes i need to get this fixed." The Deceptive muttured as he headed downstairs taking the nearest cab towards a barber shop. When he arrived he headed in handing the man in the front some money, "I got to get a fast one so just cut it how i always get it." He said the man looking at him. The man, Rico had cut his hair before but without his coat and hat he didn't know who it was, "And you are." Shen sighed grabbing his card showing his name, "Right sit down and i'll get right too you." Rico said as Shen sat down waiting for the hair cut. He grabbed a newspaper opening it up seeing if their was anything on the kid, but their was nothing. Shen sighed, this was going to be a long while, he didn't know how it would take to find the kid. The bartender began to do his hair and for 20 minutes he sat and read while the lizard did his finest work. He turned looking into the mirror when he finally finished, "All done." Rico said, "Thanks for the extra by the way." He said as he counted the zeni, "No problem." Shen got up heading up in the clothes he bought to look "Hip" and "Groovy". Though he never really understood the culture of the humans. Then agian ogre's mostly walked without shirts so he must of been distant from even his own people. It would be stretch regardless of his interaction with humans to full understand them.  *1 hour Later* Shen walked through the doors of Orange star high students running up and down the halls heading towards the gym. It was the first class, and it would not be an easy one to slip out of. He have to figure something out, he didn't want to spent too long checking out the school afterall, if he did then he may lose the kid forever, that would not be good. Time was already agiasnt him so he needed to start moving. Lowering his powerlevel to human levels he strided towards the giant green doors which were in front of the gym. He could feel some decently high powerlevel in the building as he walked in the gym peering at their teacher or...Chai. The goat had seem to found himself a job, good for him not for Shen. He didn't need someone who knew his ki signature tracking him all day, though he didn't think either of them would. He looked around spotting two other students in the crowd close by as he walked next to them, one was a panda with a somewhat high powerlevel, and another who was a young man with no ki signature. "Android i'm assuming." He thought to himself, he was not going to scream that out, afterall the last android he could think of that people would gravitate to would be Releinger red and that didn't sound like fun for anybody. He nodded to two as he stood in line before the principal walked in, a gruff saiyan who seemed to be trying too hard to impress someone, but he worked in a school, so he couldn't be that bad. The principal began his rant asking if they knew what determination was. He turned as The boy with no ki spoke before the principal took a phone book ripping it apart like a typical brute. He was not impressed to say the least. He watched as he walked off turning to look at the panda and the boy called fry. He didn't say anything for now no need to try and butt him but he scanned the room trying to find the best places to make his move, prehaps he should wait to lunch or snack but he also had no desire to wait around until those times arrived, if he found a chance he'd make the break for it. |
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Post by Fleece on Nov 25, 2016 4:12:12 GMT
As Fleece had spoken, he caught the glance of goat in a v-neck out of the corner of his eye, but didn’t pay it much mind. He kept his attention focused upon the other boy, letting out a snicker when the nerd asked him if he was jealous. Then, his attention was turned towards an imposing presence, one that was unfortunately familiar.
Fleece watched in bewilderment as the principal put on quite a spectacle in front of the group of new students, taking a small step back and canting himself out of view behind the boy with the glasses. When he had first attended school here, he was Vice Principal Watumeron and Fleece had spent many days in detention with the meat head before he ended up dropping out. That was years ago, the man must have moved up on the totem pole since. With any luck, Mr. Waturmeron wouldn’t recognize Fleece.
“The names Fleece,” he said, shortly after spitting on his hand and returning Fry’s handshake, as was customary. If Chai was within earshot, it may have dawned upon them that this was this realities version of a special operative of the resistance against Bing. “You better watch out for bullies, i’ll protect you if you buy me lunch,”
Fleece didn’t seem to be able to resist the urge to try and turn at least some sort of profit while he was attending the super remedial program. He saw another person that had trailed into the line of freshman as well, though the clothes they were wearing seemed to spell ‘trying to hard’. Maybe it was someone else on super remedial who was trying to fit in with the kids. Fleece shrugged his shoulders.
“I suppose I could eat two lunches, you are definitely going to need protection too,” Fleece said, looking at the disguised ogre.
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Post by Chai on Nov 27, 2016 21:44:54 GMT
CURRENT POWER LEVEL:
- Chai: 9,000 PL
- Guardia: 5,000 PL
MULTIPLIERS: N/A
GAIN BONUSES: N/A
CELESTIAL EVENT: NoneOOC NOTES: Sorry for the delay! I didn't notice it was my post.
KEY
"Chai's Dialogue"
'Guardia's Telepathy'
'Chai's Telepathy'
'Guardia's Thoughts'
'Chai's thoughts'
ADVENTURES IN ACADEMIA
Chai watched from afar as the students nearby socialized. The panda in particular was vaguely familiar- Chai knew that ki and face from somewhere... But it felt like something was missing on the fellow zoan. Yet the goat could not put his finger on it. Sheugging it off for now but making a mental note to do some detective work, Chai only flinched when the familiar voice of his sword companion suddenly echoed in his mind. 'Oh no he did FUCKING NOT.' Guardia spoke after he peeked out of Chai's parcel- some might have seen that single beady eye peering out of the goat's bag as it narrowed at the group of students. However, the blade's voice was audible to Chai alone at the moment. Closing the flap of his bag after Guardia pushed it up a little, the hilt lied down in the bag, closing his eye as Chai spoke back telepathically. 'What? What happened?' Chai questioned back while his parcel visibly shook a little as the hilt stirred inside. Anyone looking at the little scene might raise a brow or two. 'It's that dumbo Shen guy! I know that blockhead's face! He's... weird, though.'
Chai glanced around at the sea of students, scratching his head as he tried to find who Guardia was referring to. 'Where and who? I don't see him. Why would an adult like him be here?' Guardia peeked out of the bag once more, his single eye barely visible in the satchel's darkened interior. 'He's one of the goddamned students! Riiiiight to the left, lookin' at that nerd with the glasses.... And is that panda familiar or is it just me?' Chai spotted Shen, quickly scanning his ki to make sure he was the same one that first found Chai when he crashed into Universe Seven. It was indeed the same man judging by his ki. But why was he here as a student of all places and things? A teacher was reasonable, but a student? What?
Raising his head when a new ki entered the room, Chai eyed a rather... buff man. Chai didn't like the look of him or the feel of his ki, but pushed those feelings aside. He'd might as well try to make a new acquaintance today. The new principal addressed the gym teacher substitute first, causing Chai to stand up. The seven-foot-tall zoan was taller than the human, but the principal was still one of the taller people Chai had met thus far. It seemed everyone was either a giant or a midget most of the time, with little room for a middle ground. Guardia could only reminisce on the times when he was a proper demon in the demon realm, with a towering height even taller than Chai... Good times, good times.
When Principal Watumeron addressed Chai, the goat spoke, scratching the back of his head with a meek smile. "Uh, yes, that would be me, Ch-- Maverick. Maverick Fireheart. It's a pleasure to meet you, Principal!" "Maverick" spoke, cutting himself off when he almost spoke his real name. Guardia peeked out while Chai was introducing himself, curious and wanting to get a look at the owners of all the voices he heard. The principal seemed unimpressed by the substitute teacher, but the goat just shrugged when the principal questioned if he did a thousand squats daily. "Eh. I'm more of a push-ups guy myself." Eyeing the new students curiously as Watumeron gestured to the large group, the president was quick to pipe up the question of the day- what was determination? Chai faintly smirked, familiar with the term. It was the sole thing that kept him going in Universe Five. Making a quick finger gun and pointing to Vi when he gave the seemingly correct answer, Chai closed his one good eye and spoke with a quick affirmation to the black-haired student with the glasses. "Bingo--"
However, Chai quickly narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms, tapping his foot in response to the crude mess the principal made when ripping a full phonebook. Bending down and picking up a few pages, the goat inspected the rip for a moment before speaking with closed eyes and a blunt tone. "Four our of ten, the rip isn't very clean-cut."
Chai sat down again as the students conversed, pulling out his schedule for the day as a substitute teacher. First period he was teaching the new freshmen, and--
The goat choked on his drink when the panda zoan introduced himself, quickly turning around and eyeing the panda with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth when the student said his name- Fleece! Chai knew him! Quickly turning back around and lowering head a little, Chai just hoped none of the kids saw his brief shock. Tapping his bag to get Guardia's attention, a conversation ensued between the two universal fighters.
'Pssst, G. You're NEVER going to guess who's here.'
'...Is it Defrosch? Can I kill him?' 'No, you dummy! Here's a hint, he's an Earthling...' '...Oh no it's Bing isn't it.' 'He has some white on him...' 'Collan again?' 'His name begins with a F...' 'I'm not sure who you could be--.... OH.' 'There it is.' 'OH MY GOD IS IT FLEECE.' 'Yes.' 'YOU MEAN THAT ONE GUY THAT WAS SUPER NICE AND GAVE ME LUNCH SINCE I LET HIM WIELD ME ON THAT ONE MISSION EVEN THOUGH I DO NOT HAVE A MOUTH--' 'Yes, him, now calm down.' 'EEEEEEEEEEEE' 'We can't blow our cover now, there's lots of people around, G!' 'Dammit, you're right. But I wanna say hi to him later!'
Chai's bag had rustled and shook a little when Guardia had his little realization, but the goat's paw had held the excited sword hilt in place. Standing up, the goat looked down to his schedule, figuring he should rally up some of the new kids now. Standing up beside the principal and clearing his throat, the goat spoke to the crowd in a dignified tone, Guardia quickly poking his golden crossguard out of the bag to close the flap on it. "Alright, all freshman students that have Physical Education One, report to the gym in Room One-Thirty-Seven. I'm Mr. Fireheart, and I will be your substitute for the day." Chai spoke with a grin, trying to appear as friendly as he could. Bowing his head to the group, the goat turned and trotted out of the room, eyeing a map on the wall as he headed down to the gym to prepare their activity for the day. |
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Vi-Poi
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Post by Vi-Poi on Nov 27, 2016 22:35:24 GMT
(Vi-Poi is henceforth ‘Fry’ in this thread unless revealed otherwise  )
Fry beamed down at Fleece. “Sure I can buy you lunch,” He agreed. The Zoanthrope looked a little on the hard-up side. Despite BBA’s best efforts, between the War and the constant violent flux of ki-sensitives, funding for the general public was dwindling. The Saiyan War had more than physical casualties – there were people in real poverty now, especially in the cities. It’d take years for the world to claw its way back to stability.
“I’ve got some other stuff too, if you need,” He said hurriedly, imagining Fleece as some kind of urchin-like Zoanthrope. The lowest of the low. Fry wheeled his backpack around to his side, unzipping it and throwing open the flap to reveal fresh notebooks, loose leaf, pencil packs, erasers, and two of those pens that could write in any color.
Fry gave a quick wave to the newest arrival, one his analytical bio-heuristics immediately signaled as not-quite-human. Two big power levels, and now this? He wondered, biting his bottom lip in angst. Maybe there was more to this school than he’d originally thought.
There was something else off about the new student, but Fry couldn't quite place it. He also took note that Mister Fireheart had taken a keen interest in Fleece, and Fry could have sworn he glimpsed something rustling in the teacher's bag.
He was eventually called up by a secretary at the desk, and after some quick exchanges of information, was successfully enrolled. He was assigned a locker, and given a copy of his schedule – one which Fry himself had already tweaked and perused to give himself evenly spaced study halls in case some calamity overtook the world during school hours.
The bell for First Period rang, and Fry said his goodbyes (after delivering whatever goods Fleece needed) and hurried on to gym class. Here he met what would be the greater share of his cohort during school hours. Of the most dangerous, notorious, or noteworthy were Kerosan, a great and fat Southerner who was as pink as a Majin and always smelled bizarrely like tacos, Falta, a jock who was considered second only to Erbo Canes on the junior baseball team, and Natrisho, a bear zoanthrope who followed Falta like a shadow and quickly enforced Falta’s bullying will on any students who got out of line.
When the class disembarked from the locker room and was arrayed for the morning’s game, they were met with by an strange sight. Principal Watumeron was looming near Mister Fireheart in the center. The Saiyan schoolmaster was in gym shorts and short sleeves just like they were. Fry raised his eyebrows.
“Listen up, minions!” Principal Watumeron boomed loudly. “Normally, I don’t lower myself in such a way...” Black eyes scanned the students, and his shoulders shook with a snicker. “But I want to see this new gym teacher Mister Fireheart -- who doesn't even do squats! -- in action! You Earthlings have just plain pathetic power levels compared to us Saiyans, and the cause is a lack of proper training.”
Several of the students frowned and whispered in confusion over the term power level.
“The game of the day is dodgeball, Saiyan style!” Principal Watumeron snarled, lifting a fist. In his hand was a bowling ball, gleaming darkly in the bright light of the gymnasium.
(Left it open for yall to be here and to address just where and how  )
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Post by Shen Fennel on Nov 28, 2016 4:25:59 GMT
He looked at the panda as he spoke to him he turning his eyes narrowed a red gleam forming from them, "I don't need protection." He said turning back looking at the small panda narrowing his gaze. He was not really worried about being bullied, being a hybrid between a ogre and demon he was use to it in demon world, of course the ogre's up their learned their lesson and he would be happy to give the humans who tried to bully him their lesson. He watched the movement in the backpack but made no sound he didn't really care. He knew they probley noticed his ki but if they said anything then the detective would figure it out from them. It didn't seem like they were going too however, Chai and his sword who was probley in his backpack regardless he said nothing just crossing his arms in some b-boy stance trying to act "cool." Many souls did it when they arrived at king yemma's before begging for mercy and to go to heaven, despite knowing himself that both were not really that bad. He turned as the bell rang heading to the assigned locker. He looked through it quickly before closing it. He turned heading over to room 237 which was the pe room where their teacher "Maverick Fire heart" would be, however they came up with that name he really had no idea. When he arrived, the Principal was waiting for them who was in some gym shorts and short sleeve, he couldn't help but laugh slightly at the sight though he keep his mouth shut he was not trying to get punched. He focused on what the saiyan was saying. He looked at the saiyan as he explained the new game of Saiyan dodge ball. He assumed it was different but it was it really was not. It was just dodge ball with bowling balls. He blinked he was dumbfounded with the saiyans stupidly, then agian he was a big dumb brute so he was not sure what was so surprised. He looked around the room he needed to get out of here and look for the info he needed about the boy Erbo Canes but he had not decided about it. He got himself steady, he needed to get ready for the this game of dodge ball maybe he would let himself get hit so he could go to the nurse then escape and start his search for the missing student. Or he could just walk out of the front door that could work, well if everyone was as brain dead as the saiyan. Seeing as that was not the case he stayed in the area for now heading to one side of the room with some other students as they were about to play this, "Saiyan Style dodge ball." Looking around he could see many of the people were quite weak looking humans, a ball to the head would not be nice, well a bowling ball at least. Chai |
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Post by Chai on Dec 4, 2016 21:47:39 GMT
CURRENT POWER LEVEL:
- Chai: 9,000 PL
- Guardia: 5,000 PL
MULTIPLIERS: N/A
GAIN BONUSES: N/A
CELESTIAL EVENT: NoneOOC NOTES: Skipping Fleece since he left. Let's keep this ball rolling!
KEY
"Chai's Dialogue"
'Guardia's Telepathy'
'Chai's Telepathy'
'Guardia's Thoughts'
'Chai's thoughts'
ADVENTURES IN ACADEMIA
Chai was teaching dodge ball for the day for now. He had some rather traumatizing with it when he was a kid in school before Bing took power. Pushing those repressed memories away again, the goat walked into the gym, curiously eyeing Principal Watumeron, whom had followed him in. He was teaching gym today, and could handle himself. Sighing and dealing with it for now, Chai felt his bag rustle once more while Guardia moved about and tried to find a comfortable position. Holding his parcel still and tapping the sword hilt inside to keep him still, Chai looked around the gym, noting an absence of any real dodgeballs. There were some bowling balls stacked in the corner, though... How peculiar... How was he suppossed to teach dodgeball without any dodgeballs?
The students piled in, and Chai didn't see Fleece in the crowd. Was he in a different class first period? Nonetheless, Chai kept his intentions of having the panda meet with Guardia once more in the future. Standing beside the Principal, Chai huffed when he called the flock of children "minions." As much as the goat wanted to correct the man to use a more respectful term, he didn't want to get fired. Following along for now, the earhtling goat's eye twitched a little when the man mentioned his kind having low power levels. Scanning the pricincipal with his ki sense, Chai didn't find his strength to be that impressive either, although the goat knew he could be suppressing himself. Wanting to see "Mister Fireheart" in action, Chai watched in horror when the man picked up one of the bowling balls, proclaiming that they would be playing dodgeball to the group of unfortunate students, saiyan style.
Oh no, this was not going to fly with Chai. He was all for getting stronger, but not like this! "Hold on, boss, I'm teaching class today." Chai spoke, putting a hand on the bowling ball within his superior's hand and forcibly lowering it slowly, a straight glance on his face with half-closed eyes. Eyeing the crowd of students with a nervous smile to try to reassure them they they would not have a bowling ball chucked at them today, Chai tapped on his parcel, awakening Guardia for a moment. The sword peeked out cautiously, looking up at his partner. 'Pssst, G. Can you send us some of the dodgeballs in that storage closet over there?' Chai recalled seeing some normal balls stored away before, causing his partner to give him a quick nod. 'On it now!'
Throwing his hand up into the air while a faint white glow flew from Guardia's form inside of his pack, Chai lowered his hand while some ki lightly flared from his form as well. "Alright, we're going to start with some... Hardmode Earthling-styled dodgeball before we move up the ranks, kiddos." Chai spoke, sending a smug glance over to the principal. They were either going to go Chai's way or head to the highway for this one. He was a fuzzy pushover most of the time, sure, but Chai would stay firm for the safety of others. The Many red rubber dodgeballs loomed in the air above the group, catsing sharp shadows from the skylights above the gym. "I'm sure you all know what to do next..." Chai spoke while Guardia manipulated the floating balls with his telekinesis. The red orbs flared with a white glow for a moment before half of them were sent rocketing towards the group at a mild speed, just to get things started. "But that's good, 'cuz I'm too lazy to explain." Chai spoke, concluding his earlier thought. He'd send a quick glance to the principal to see his reaction to this before watching as the students scrambled in all directions, aiming to dodge the corkscrewing, flying red balls of death heading their way! "If you get hit, you're out until you catch a fly ball. It's all of you against all of me in this brawl." Chai spoke, a smile crossing his face while ki began to flare around his form. Chai spoke back to Guardia telepathically, giving the sword some words of encouragement.
'You're doing great, partner. Keep it up!'
'Come on. This is dodgeball for babies! I can throw these harder!' 'They're kids. We need to start of slow for now.' 'Aw, fine. You're no fun..' |
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Post by Vi-Poi on Dec 10, 2016 6:12:50 GMT
Fry had never played dodgeball before – not as Vi-Poi, or as Poi. The game had been banned in West City by the time Poi got to junior high, replaced by the less-physical whiffle ball and kickball. It was something he was utterly inexperienced with, yet the ruleset was present in the name of the game. Dodge the ball. But this Saiyan style was obviously not a normal thing. Bowling balls would break bones or worse if they were thrown at any decent rate.
I think our principal left half his brain on Planet Vegeta, Poi’s ghost murmured internally.
The disguised android folded his arms over his gym shirt, watching skeptically behind his oversized glasses as Principal Watumeron hoisted the dark and deadly ball over his head.
There was a struggle when Chai attempted to lower the ball in the Principal’s hand, but it was brief. Watumeron was glaring down at the goat zoanthrope instructor in utter disbelief, his mouth ajar as the ball inexorably lowered despite his struggling.
“UGH!” The principal growled, clapping a hand loudly to his twitching shoulder and letting the bowling ball fall away to Chai. “Old war injury! Heh heh,” He shook his arm, rolling the shoulder. “Was protecting the Empire with this arm before any of you were born!” He said, addressing the students before he peered slyly over at Chai, “You’re lucky, little buddy. Woulda embarrassed you in front of the class if it weren't for my war cramp, for tryin’ to take the ball from your superior like that!”
When the glow of chi settled around Chai, Principal Watumeron hopped back hurriedly, fists raised in a defensive block. “HUH, what?” He asked, arms lowering in confusion. “Hard mode dodgeball?” He sneered in disbelief, but began to visibly tremble as the normal red dodgeballs were floated over to the students. “How the!- Uhhhhh. Neat little trick your new teach has there, minions! Heh heh. I could do something better of course, but uh… I just remembered got an important meeting with the schoolboard! HAH HAHA HAHAHA YES THAT’S IT THE SCHOOLBOARD!” Watumeron disappeared with a flicker of speed, the door to the gym banging open as he shot out like a whistle of wind. His wild laughter echoed down the hallways.
Whoa, Poi’s ghost thought as the ball dropped into Fry’s hands. My highschool was never -this- crazy.
And there were definitely two powers at work, with this Mister Fireheart. Whatever was in his bag was strong. He’d have to think of a way to figure out it’s secret.
Fry glanced up at Shen, grinning at the strange ogre. “Guess we’re in this together," he said amaibly, catching the ball nimbly with his fingers. “What grade you in?” He asked as he braced his knees and heaved the rubber ball through the air, the red globe lobbing at Chai in an arc. He might have put slightly more force on the throw than he’d intended, but it should range within normal human ability.
Chai Shen Fennel (remember, no post order on this thread, and yall can use NPCs toooooo )
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Post by Shen Fennel on Dec 12, 2016 4:58:15 GMT
Shen watched the principal as Chai made him lower the ball he nodding, he'd rather play a game that was not gonna bust everyone head open. Public safety did not seem to be the saiyans first priority, something he should note down, go get them a teacher who would not try and murder them. He watched as the ball floated around Chai he looking right at him. He saw the dodge ball fly towards him he raising his hand as he caught the ball, it was just like catching an ogre's fist, an ogre who thought trying to attack him was a good idea, if had not been paying attention he would smashed the ball but he was so just dropped it as he sighed looking at everyone who was running around like a pack of lost animals trying to dodge the rain of dodge ball which streamed towards all the children. He looked at Fry as he asked him what grade he was in, he looked at the black haired kid, "I'm in 10th grade." Shen said trying to not say too much, he didn't want to be too suspicious, he needed to leave the gym as soon as humanely possible, his best bet would be between classes knowing that his teacher was chai he'd be able to sense him if he just went to another area for no reason. He watched as the man threw the ball he blinking, he was strong, for a normal man though nothing out of the ordinary, he didn't expect it from his appearance, then agian he didn't look all the tough and their were many people who didn't look that tough but were monsters. Like the president, the android vi-poi was powerful but didn't look all that intimidating. He stepped away focusing on dodging all the dodge ball what are being thrown at them trying to plan out his escape. Chai |
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Post by Shemha on Feb 26, 2017 23:40:51 GMT
Vi-Poi WC 3082 - 4577 PL earned. New Total - 393,606! Shen Fennel WC 1993 - 2033 zeni earned. New Total - 11,528! Chai WC 2414 - 3186 Zeni earned. New Total - 3,407! Fleece Let me know!
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