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Post by Callion on Dec 7, 2016 4:25:28 GMT
Thread PL: 36,139 Weighted PL(Heavy Weights): 9,048 [Tags: Purika ]
With each step, Callion shifted the sand that made up the ground. This vast desert brought back Callion's memories of home, although most if not all of them were unpleasant. Callion was decked out in new attire. A completely black sleeveless gi, with a short sleeve blood red undershirt worn underneath it. A blood red waistband was tied tight around his waist, which doubled as a means to cleverly conceal his tail. Its two ends drifted past his crotch and swung with each step. His boots were a red that matched his undershirt with black laces to keep them from falling off. A long blade was sheathed on his back, the strap for the strap going around his chest at a diagonal angle. The blade must've been at least four feet long due to the length of the sheath, though exact measurements were difficult. With its strap slung over his shoulder, Callion bulging gym bag swung side to side with each step that the young warrior took. Callion's black rimmed glasses stayed perfectly still on the bridge of his nose, although the occasional buffet of sand would dirty the lenses a bit. Once the dust had done a substantial amount of damage, Callion would wipe them off with his bare thumb. His hair was pressed flat against his head due to his usual copious amounts of gel, although Callion was beginning to have second thoughts about whether or not to keep changing his hair. A crunch could be heard as Callion took another large bite of the apple he was working on. Several bite marks could be seen as Callion had evidently been enjoying the apple for a quite a while.
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Post by Purika on Dec 7, 2016 22:40:58 GMT
Duri was just waking up from inside his room in his ship. Earth's television entertained him until he got sleepy a few hours back. Duri would raise himself from laying on his bed, turning himself for his legs to hang from the edge of his bed. He would stand, grabbing his black jumpsuit and putting it on, before grabbing his battle armor also. It was stylish to him anyways, and he enjoyed wearing it. He would turn his television off, before pressing a button on a GUI to open his door, soon closing behind him. He would stretch, walking down one of the ships many corridors.
He would walk down the corridor and would turn to enter the kitchen, grabbing him a slab of meat before quickly placing it in his mouth, chewing it. After a few moments of eating he would be done, gulping the rest down. He would then grab some water and quickly drink it, before leaving the kitchen to head on down to the training area on the top of the ship. He'd step into a lift which took him to the training area. As he would exit the tube, he would see a couple members of his squad already training.
He'd walk out of the lift before announcing something. "I'm going to retract the roof of the ship." Duri would walk over to a panel on the wall with a GUI on it, pressing a button to retract the roof. The roof would slowly move back, while Duri would walk away from the panel. "Well, time for some exercises." The winds of the desert would pour into the ship, but a field of energy would block out the heat to maintain the cool air. Duri would then grab his weights and lock them onto his armor, before practicing his stamina and strength.
[ KP 3/3 | T-PL: 22,813 | C-PL: 11,407 ] [ Items: Battle Armor / Medium Weights / Scouter Lenses] [ Bonuses: Medium Weights ] [ Tags: Callion ] [ OOC Notes: Hiya. ]
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Post by Callion on Dec 8, 2016 14:48:05 GMT
Callion stopped mid apple bite, as the sounds of men training filled his highly trained ears. Looking around, Callion was forcibly reminded of his time on that hellish planet, constantly listening for predators who might be lurking nearby. The wristbands on both arms suddenly seemed a lot heavier dragging him down further into the sand, until he was buried up to his neck and still sinking. The last thing Callion saw before the sand flooded into his eyes was his father, arms crossed and glaring down at him in disapproval. Callion's eyes would fly open, looking wildly around him. The desert around him was calm, though the sounds of men training still persisted. He must've just had a very vivid flashback. Callion would shake his head and put it in the back of his head. Callion finished off his apple tossing it into the air, and disintegrating it with a ki blast, as he moved toward the sounds of training. Eventually, Callion noted that the sound seemed to be closer and closer with each step. The young warrior began to lift off of the ground, but once again his arms sunk down, the wristbands seeming to drag him down a bit. Callion struggled for a moment, before he finally brought his arms up along with him, and continued to fly. As he flew forward, Callion spotted some sort of open roofed training area, and for a brief moment, his cautious nature wanted him to avoid it, but Callion pushed those thoughts aside. He'd just give it a look and if they seemed hostile he'd take his leave. Flying over the open roof, Callion watched the various people train, taking note of how organized they looked. Though with his sharp eyes, Callion took note that some of them had spiky Saiyan-like hair. They could've just been Earthlings who enjoyed having spiky hair, but Callion took the more pessimistic opinion. Callion floated above watching them train, before eventually mimicking some of their movements while still in the air. Callion actually began to get into a sort of rhythm. Punch, punch kick chop, front flip kick. The weights that drained his energy levels made the movements a little difficult, but Callion eventually found a more comfortable pace to go with.
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Post by Purika on Dec 9, 2016 3:33:58 GMT
Duri would continue to do some of his speed exercises. He would slow down to ask one of the saiyans did they want to see if they could keep up with him. Though, they were much weaker than him, but he was wearing his weights today so he would be slowed down by them. Duri got into a spar with him momentarily, clashing punches with him before moving from place to place around the chamber. Duri would grab the other saiyans arm as a new signature popped up on his arm. The other saiyan would look at him also. They would both point their eyes to the sky before they spotted a signature. Power Level: 9,048. Duri would look at the person, wearing black and red clothing. He seemed to be training himself. Duri would then call out to him. "Hey you! Who are you?"
[ KP 3/3 | T-PL: 22,813 | C-PL: 11,407 ] [ Items: Battle Armor / Medium Weights / Scouter Lenses] [ Bonuses: Medium Weights ] [ Tags: Callion ] [ OOC Notes: Hiya. ]
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Post by Callion on Dec 10, 2016 0:17:30 GMT
Callion looked down to the men training and noticed that some of them had stopped and were staring up at him. Callion paused mid punch and looked down at them, looking a bit like a deer caught in headlights. Callion heard the man's voice call up to him, and Callion decided to try and be as he usually was in times like this. "Um...I am nobody," Callion mentally facepalmed at his own idiotic response. Smooth as always. Callion slowly descended toward the training room, making a point to make no threatening gestures as he did so. Both hands were in the air as his feet connected with the floor. "Hello," Callion said with an awkward grin, his eyes taking in how many people were presently surrounding him. If things went awry, Callion was severely outnumbered, but the young warrior was trying to be a bit more optimistic. Not everyone is going to want to kill me on sight. I hope.
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Post by Purika on Dec 10, 2016 2:53:22 GMT
Duri listened and watched as Callion replied back to him. Duri was sure he didn't know what he was saying. He watched as the man descended. "Yea, this guy has absolutely no idea what he's doing." He watched as the man said hello to him as he touched down on the floor. Duri would float down slowly before landing in front of him, folding his arms one across the other. He soon landed, and his hair floated back to normal position. "So, what are you doing here...?" Duri was sure he meant no harm, since he wasn't showing any signs of hostility. Neutral at the moment to Duri. Duri waited as the desert winds hit against the energy field preventing the heat of the desert from getting it in. It was quite cool in this room so that training could be maintained without overheating. The other few saiyans would look at him also, some dozen saiyans not being present in the room at the moment did not take notice.
[ KP 3/3 | T-PL: 22,813 | C-PL: 11,407 ] [ Items: Battle Armor / Medium Weights / Scouter Lenses] [ Bonuses: Medium Weights ] [ Tags: Callion ] [ OOC Notes: Hiya. ]
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Post by Callion on Dec 10, 2016 18:31:24 GMT
Callion nodded at the man's question, taking a moment to appreciate how much cooler it was in the training area. Some unforeseen force must've been keeping out the scorching desert winds. Callion's eyes darted around, taking in the area around him.
It's probably a forcefield, given the high-tech architecture, or perhaps a very powerful cooling unit. Fascinating.
Callion looked back to the man and gave him an awkward smile.
"Uh yes, well you see I was just traversing the desert when I heard the sounds of training. Being a bit of a fighter myself," Callion paused in his rambling to adjust his glasses, which had begun to fall down the bridge of his nose again, "I was hoping I could join in. After all, you know what they say, training is better with more people."
Callion finished off his explanation with a toothy grin and a nervous look in his eyes. He had no idea if people actually said that or not. He hoped they did. Looking around the room, Callion recognized some of the Saiyan battle armor and began to get even more nervous. His tail, which was hidden in the belt of his red waistband shook a bit, causing slight movements to be visibly around his waist.
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Post by Purika on Dec 10, 2016 19:16:21 GMT
Duri watched as the man smiled, awkwardly. Duri only looked very straight forward in return. He watched as the man rambled on about training. "Oh so that's it? You just want to train?" Duri smirked, looking at him for a few brief moments before getting into position for a fight, multi-purpose at that. "Well, I'll give you a fight." His hair would stick out just like it always did. Duri looked at the man, he had glasses on. He didn't really pay too much attention to it though, not knowing why he was wearing them. Was it to look cool or did he really need them? Duri was itching for a good fight with someone near his level anyways. Duri watched as there was some twitching around his waist. Duri then looked at his hair, very saiyan-like. 'So... that must be his tail under there if he's a saiyan.' Duri looked back up looking back at his face. Duri was anticipating a good fight.
[ KP 3/3 | T-PL: 22,813 | C-PL: 11,407 ] [ Items: Battle Armor / Medium Weights / Scouter Lenses] [ Bonuses: Medium Weights ] [ Tags: Callion ] [ OOC Notes: Hiya. ]
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Post by Callion on Dec 11, 2016 0:17:35 GMT
Callion's smile faltered at the man's lack of smile in return. He quickly looked down in shame, trying his best to not ruin another social encounter by being too casual. Memories of that purple alien filled his mind and made his spine ache a bit. Once the man had asked if he simply wanted to train, Callion looked up and nodded quickly. Then the man offered to fight him, and Callion's pupils shrunk in fear. Callion gave the man another awkward smile, and said, "I think you misunderstood me. I meant train by myself, you know? Besides, why waste your time with a weak opponent such as myself? I am positive one of your friends here could give you much more of a challenge." Callion added, gesturing to the other people in the room. Callion hoped the man would see the logic in what Callion was saying. Callion wasn't itching for a fight, although for some reason, the young warrior wasn't as repulsed by the idea of fighting as he usually was.
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Post by Purika on Dec 11, 2016 1:54:31 GMT
Duri watched as the man smiled again. Duri listened as he spoke, and gave his own reply. "I know your power level at the moment, and its quite a bit higher than my other men. I'm currently wearing weights also. One of my men almost got ahead of me once... but I've outgrown him since that fight. But, if you don't want a good spar, what else do you want?" Duri stood there, a bit confused at the most. His smirk let down, to a standard casual look on his face. The others saiyans stood there and watched. One saiyan arrived into the room, warning everyone of something. "Incoming Sandstorm! Going to have to close the roof!" Duri would then look at the man in front of him. "Sandstorm incoming, we have to close the roof. If you want to leave, now is the time." Duri waited on a reply as he stood, with the other saiyan about to lose the roof.
[ KP 3/3 | T-PL: 22,813 | C-PL: 11,407 ] [ Items: Battle Armor / Medium Weights / Scouter Lenses] [ Bonuses: Medium Weights ] [ Tags: Callion ] [ OOC Notes: Hiya. ]
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Post by Callion on Dec 11, 2016 9:57:14 GMT
Callion's eyes went to the man who had entered the room and delivered the warning of the approaching sandstorm. Callion slowly put together the situation he was in. He couldn't leave since that sandstorm would probably tear him apart. Staying, however, meant he would have to fight. If he stayed and kept trying to refuse the offer to spar, he would get tossed out into the sandstorm anyway. His eyes shifted around the room, before he let out a sigh, and gave the man who seemed to be in charge a smile. "Okay! I shall spar with you! But let us avoid killing each other, shall we?" Callion asked, hoping the man was not too bloodthirsty. If the man agreed then Callion would get into his usual fighting stance, one palm held in front of him pointed toward the opponent while the other was by his hip. His legs would be spread apart, and his eyes would be devouring whatever information he could gauge from just the enemy's appearance. The man looked comfortable with the proposition of fighting, which either meant over confidence or a fair share of experience. Or both, though Callion had never met someone who had both. The weighted dampeners on his wrists felt heavy as he stood there in his stance. "Ready when you are...uh...sir." Callion faltered at the end of his announcement as he had never bothered to ask the man his name.
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Post by Purika on Dec 12, 2016 0:08:48 GMT
Duri smirked in response to Callion's words. "Alright then." Duri would turn towards the saiyan by one of the panels, calling out to him. "Instead of losing the main roof, just close the glass roof!" Duri watched as the saiyan pressed a few buttons on the panel before the glass dome assembled. "There we go..." Duri would turn back to see the man getting in his fighting stance. Duri got into his defense and attack stance, really multi-purpose. Nothing special, just the standard. Duri listened to Callion's next words. "Alright, well I guess we should begin." Duri gathered his ki quickly before lifting himself from the ground, floating up and backwards to gain him a bit of distance. Duri's bones would lace themselves with ki, before Duri would then do the same to his skin. This was all done naturally by his bodies fighting instinct.
Duri was quite excited to get a good spar in, as he hadn't done so in a while, except for that fight when he was transformed that his squad had told him about. Duri gathered some ki inside his right hand, in the palm and near the fingertips. This ki would soon start rapidly encasing his hand, with Duri clenching it into a fist. This led to ki hardening his fist, showing itself as it did. Duri would then call out to Callion. "So shall we begin?"
[ KP 3/3 | T-PL: 22,813 | C-PL: 11,407 ] [ Items: Battle Armor / Medium Weights / Scouter Lenses] [ Bonuses: Medium Weights ] [ Tags: Callion ] [ OOC Notes: Hiya. ]
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Post by Callion on Dec 12, 2016 1:40:22 GMT
Callion gave a deep sigh. The sound of the glass dome closing above the two of them, while being loud, could not get Callion to take his eyes off of his opponent. Callion watched with rapt attention as the man's skin seemed to coat itself with some sort of energy. Callion's mind began going through the multitude of possibilities. Hm. Probably some form of armor, though he could just be raising his power levels very faintly. If it's the former then that means he expects to get engaged in melee combat with me, though I still can't be too certain.As the man took off from the ground, Callion tensed his legs. He was ready to leap forward at a moment's notice, The weighted power dampeners on his wrists felt heavy with tension. His movements and ki output would be very restricted, but he was sure that he would be able to manage, as long as he fought smart. Callion's eyes narrowed with satisfaction as the man seemed to encase his right hand in ki. The odds of him being a melee fighter have seemed to skyrocket. I assume he intends to punch me with that, although knowing my luck, he's simply preparing a blast, Either way, giving him the initiative would be a costly mistake. So in that regard...Callion's eyes would begin to glow with a dark red energy. "Ready," Callion said. Suddenly two beams of dark red energy would race forward at the man. The beams were made of superheated ki and would both pierce and burn any weaker foe's flesh if they made contact.
Purika [N1] Eye Laser used! Effective PL Damage: 2,985 [KP:2/3]
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Post by Purika on Dec 12, 2016 2:02:14 GMT
Duri would stand there in position as the opponent replied ready, when his eyes glowed before firing off 2 red beams. "So, he's going strong this quick? Well, guess im going to have to counter this." Duri shifted his arm, before transferring the ki from his glowing fist and morphing it into a ball of ki in his hand. He would then tighten his hand, not gripping it. He would stretch his arm back before launching it forward, launching the ki ball into the direction of the beam. The ki ball soon collided with the beams, before overpowering it, but weakening the ki ball at the same time. Duri would re-assume his position, while waiting for impact at the same time.
"A good way to start a fight, huh?"
[ KP 2/3 | T-PL: 22,813 | C-PL: 11,407 ] [ Items: Battle Armor / Medium Weights / Scouter Lenses ] [ Techniques: [N1] Ki Ball; 3,764 - Bleedthrough DMG; 779 ] [ Bonuses: Medium Weights ] [ Tags: Callion ] [ OOC Notes: Hiya. ]
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Post by Callion on Dec 12, 2016 5:08:40 GMT
Callion eyes continued to let forth the beam of energy, but something was amiss. He could feel the beams getting pushed back with more and more force. Eventually, Callion's lasers were slammed back into his eyes quite forcefully, while some sort of ball of energy smacked him in the face. Rearing back from the blow, Callion felt a cut beginning to form on his right cheek. Okay. That would have been much worse if I had ceased using the technique. If I had the ball would have still smacked me in the face, but by keeping my attack up, I was able to absorb most of the ball's force.
Callion felt a cool drop of blood slide down his cheek, before he looked back to his opponent, and raising a hand out to him. "Just a moment please!"If granted a moment, Callion would take the gym bag off of his shoulder, walking over to one of the wall's of the training area and placing the bulging black bag up against it. The same would be done for the four-foot sword he had sheathed on his back, along with its sheath.
Purika 1 KP regained due to no use of KP! [KP:3/3]
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