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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 9, 2016 19:05:01 GMT
PL -- 278,171; 6,397,933 [x23]
A massive, royal-class spaceship entered Earth's atmosphere with alarming speed. Faster and faster, the spacecraft barreled towards Southern Earth before landing with an enormous, earth-rattling bang. Dust, ground, grass and trees were hurled up into the air, leaving a gignatic crater in its wake. Birds and animals scattered from the impact point. The ship remained motionless, a steady steam sizzling from its metallic carapace. After a few moments of jarring silence, the ship's door opened with a loud hiss. A figure stood at the entrance. The figure took a step down the ship's extendable stairs, then another and another. Finally, his feet touched the ground.
"... It's been a long time."
There he stood: Beryl Roarke, the leader of the Galactic Patrol. His clothing was covered in rips and tears; blood, both fresh and dried, covered him from his clothing to his arms to his legs to his face. The dark-skinned human looked about; it had been so long since he had been on his home planet that he had almost forgotten how it felt like to breath fresh, moist Earth air or to see trees, grass, clouds and animals about. Everyone thought that he had died succeeding on the incredibly dangerous mission that he took upon himself; it was so perilous that he refused to bring any of his fellow Galactic Patrolmen with him, deeming that it would jeopardize both the mission and their lives.
However now, the Galactic Patrol was in shambles. With no clear leadership, many of its members drifted away to either join other organizations or to deliver justice their own specialized way. A pang of guilt jolted through Beryl's body. He couldn't imagine how worried his friends and family were. He had to find them as soon as possible ... even with the terrible shape that he was in. For now, Beryl stood out in the open, trying to collect his bearings. His ki signature remained strong; after all, he didn't know how to suppress it since he couldn't manipulate ki and all.
@noxa
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2016 0:31:19 GMT
Power Level: 235,176 Resonance: 2,586,936 / 2,822,112 Mr. Floofs: 50,000 Collar Bot: 500 Ki Setting: 1,337
Noxa and her trusty canine companion had received perhaps one of the strangest assignments any employer ever graced them with: the duo had been told to scour through the Mt. Paozu area in search of a strange, crystalline, orange orb; inside of which red stars could clearly be seen. The description was incredibly concise, though Noxa was certainly worried about how well her contract could be completed — after all, the orb had been described as no bigger than one’s palm. Finding something like that within the Mt. Paozu area would surely be akin to searching for a needle in a haystack.
Thankfully, Noxa had companions along for the ride. Sure, one less than she hoped for — after all, her current romantic interest seemed to be averse to spending time with her. She wasn’t entirely sure why. Either way, her cell phone drone and trusty demonic pup were by her side today.
Her mind lingered on the aforementioned subject, while her canine companion sniffed about the forest, not minding all of the dirt and soil that soon began to ride up his legs as the hours of searching yawned on. As Mr. Floofs diligently searched Noxa often found herself distracted by the buzzing and chiming of her phone; Pocky’s texts constantly pulling her away. The subject as to Pocky’s withdraw from this weekend getaway not being a subject Noxa was willing to drop easily.
Just as the two came to a cliff, overlooking a larger section of the ecosystem Noxa found herself giving an exasperated sigh. The westward-facing cliff allowed the warm, orange sun to bathe down on the two of them. A day wasted, it would seem.
The twin hair mesh-like antennae over her head twitched as she sensed the onset of an approaching ki signature — it was massive. Xanthic gaze turned to watch as the ship shot through the atmosphere, burning through reentry. It was a longshot that the item she was sent to acquire would be about that craft — but even so, she couldn’t resist the urge to check, even if only for the chance to meet the oppressive presence within.
The scarlet-haired woman’s arrival at the crash site was done through a dog delivery system. Mr. Floofs rushed above, spinning himself as to send the Bio woman crashing a few dozen feet into the ground.
Flat on her face she landed — the entrance very poorly executed on both accounts. Floofs landed beside the woman just as she got to her feet, rubbing out excess dirt from her cheeks.
“Awruff.” Floofs gruffed under his breath, his message being translated telepathically to the woman ‘That failed majestically.’
“Shut it.” Noxa hissed, only to turn to the new arrival, trying to play down the massive failure. Only then did her her eyes fall on Beryl; she took in his figure.
‘He looks like one of those music guys from West City that introduced Namorel and I to rap…’ The woman concluded; her right hand rose up in a ‘V’ sign. “Yo, yo, yo!”
Zucceta
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 11, 2016 19:05:08 GMT
Getting out of the crater took effort. Slowly but surely, Beryl ascended the earthy slope, trying his best to minimize the movements he made. He was able to walk and move about, but he was still in terrible physical condition. Once he finally made it to the top, he took a moment to collect his bearings, only to stumble upon a woman and a rather demonic-looking canine. The dog wiped off his master’s cheeks and let out a simple bark. The woman turned and told the dog to shut up, venom laced in her words. Beryl observed silently, still covered head-to-toe in blood, cuts, scratches, bruises and burns. Eventually, the woman rose to her full height, standing over half a foot taller than Beryl. She made ‘V’ signs with her hands and proceeded to greet the dark-skinned male in the best way she believed to be.
“Yo, yo, yo!”
Beryl stared wordlessly. Some booty ass naked, fur-covered white chick was greeting him like he was some kind of hoodrat or rap artist.
He hadn’t even been on Earth for five minutes, and he was already done, and Noxa would be able to see that in his facial expression.
“... Yes, hello to you too,” Beryl returned, taking a moment to examine the red-eyed female. Whatever she was, she definitely didn’t look human even if her facial features and bipedal form said otherwise. Frankly, Beryl had never seen anyone that looked remotely like her; Earth did have a way of attracting odd individuals though. “I’m sorry about the horrible landing. Nobody was hurt, right?” Beryl asked, looking around to see for himself. A trail of blood oozed out of a cut on his forehead; he dabbed it away with the back of a hand. “I’m not in … the best shape right now as you can tell. Do you know if there is a town or city nearby that I’d be able to see in order to get some help?” There was a pause. “If not, perhaps it’d be best to just do what I can to fix myself up with what I have in my ship.” He slumped his shoulders, wheezing slightly. “Sorry. I’m in some considerable pain right now …” A golden badge was pinned to his black, collared shirt; it was in the shape of the Galactic Patrol's symbol with a ornate, jewel-studded crown perched on top of it. It glimmered in the afternoon sun, begging for Noxa's attention. @noxa
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2016 21:53:21 GMT
Despite the keenness of the woman’s senses, it took the body language of pain and the stranger’s verbal confirmation for Noxa to finally take a hint. He wasn’t doing too well.
The woman looked past the shuffling human and towards the ship. It had certainly seen better days, but its current status certainly didn’t detract from the fact it was certainly owned by someone of status, much like the gargantuan power level that emanated from him. That observation was further confirmed by the strange thing pinned to his attire. Noxa didn’t exactly understand what it was; she had never had any run-in with any faction whose symbol that would represent. So, naturally, she figured it was a fashion accessory.
Still...
If this encounter had taken a place a few months back Noxa would likely have lunged at the man in hopes of a free meal. These days humans didn’t seem very appetizing. The caloric and ki surplus was not only no longer needed by her body, but she got far less pleasure from absorbing things now than before.
Instead of this scrawny guy she might as well track back to the city of some strawberry shortcake.
“If you hurt anyone then it wasn’t anyone important enough for me to have noticed.”
Mr. Floofs felt the same as the woman, though he was far more vocal about it. With Beryl’s approach the dog began to growl and soon barked. His face refrained from snarling, and remained on the same innocent, happy aspect as always. The noises he made, however, were soon translated to to Beryl. ‘You don’t look too good.’
Noxa picked up on the message and nodded, “He looks like he got the fuck beaten’ out of him.”
“ARF!” That last bit wasn’t given any meaning to Beryl, but Noxa shot the dog a rather stern look.
“And that’s just rude.”
Her xanthic gaze returned to the patrolman and soon. A quick whistle escaped her lips, and Mr. Floofs’ back went rigid.
“Common.” Noxa said, “Get on the dog. He doesn’t bite — at least, not hard enough to hurt you. You need a hospital.”
“Bark!”
“Or both.” Noxa noted, referring to the untranslated dog speak. After the little quip, the scarlet-haired Bio continued, giving some context to her actions: “I don’t think you’ll find anyone around here to help; the wilderness isn’t known for its hospitality… But it’s not like I’ve got anything better to do… Anymore.”
Despite the seeming ‘good samaritan’ nature of her actions, the woman didn’t seem to reflect it. From her voice to her body language, to even her facial expressions; all of them were void of concern or anything of the sort. If Beryl’s idea of the average human was a compassionate being, this would likely only add to the aforementioned lack of humanity in her features.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 15, 2016 0:24:45 GMT
Great, so that were a possibility that someone could’ve gotten decimated from the ship’s impact. Beryl continued to look around, trying to see if he could spot a body or body parts or … some indication that the collision had killed someone. Thankfully, he couldn’t find anything; that was one less worry weighing on his shoulders. Beryl couldn’t keep his eyes off of the giant, white-furred dog that accompanied Noxa; what surprised him even more than the canine’s massive size was his ability to communicate telepathically. The dog barked — normal dog things. Then, the bark was translated into actual words, and that made Beryl’s eyes widen. Even the dog knew that he was in crappy shape. Beryl nodded slowly as he massaged his side; a couple of ribs were most likely fractured. He lowered his eyelids at Noxa’s blunt deduction as to why he was in such bad shape.
“You could say that was the reasoning,” Beryl replied, not wanting to delve into too many details at the moment. The hairy chick then offered to take him to the hospital by having him ride on the top of her canine companion. Beryl gave Mr. Floofs a quick look; the dog didn’t seem too inviting earlier, and the bio-android’s quips didn’t help ease his suspicions about the animal. Then again, if the dog really did try to maul him or anything, Beryl could literally launch Mr. Floofs to the moon with a single punch. “That sounds good to me,” Beryl answered as he slowly and carefully made his way towards Mr. Floofs. The dog was much larger than he was, but Beryl was able to climb onto the canine’s back without too much trouble. After that, he gripped his legs around the dog’s sides just to make sure that he wouldn’t fall off. Knowing that the dog could already use telepathy, it wouldn’t surprise Beryl at all if the dog knew how to fly or was able to run at insane speeds.
“I appreciate the help. Do you know any place nearby that we can go to?” Beryl inquired as he gave the woman a look over, particularly noticing the lack of emotion and humanity in her facial features, her mannerisms and her speech. @noxa
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2016 6:37:19 GMT
“Yeah, guy.” Noxa said, “You’re in luck — you landed in Mt. Paozu; this place isn’t too far off from the South Capitol. Or, rather, it isn’t as long as you fly… Although, given your shape something tells me that even flying you’d be pretty screwed if you landed somewhere in Yunzabit Highlands or what weird-o desert to the west.”
Red half-heart-tipped vines moved out from behind the lush red mane, some of her hair going as far as to clump together into meshes as well. While the injured human began climbing on the canine guardian said scarlet tendrils moved to help him, some gripping at the cuff of his shirt — should it still be strong enough to not give under the tug — while others moved around his torso or legs.
“Awroo.” The dog chimed in under his breath, both of the individuals got the message this time: ‘try not to bleed on me too much, I rather not look like an idiot with red fur.’
Noxa snorted, “You wish your fur had the same beautiful vermillion color as my hair.” The exchange continued as Beryl straddled himself. The verbal jabs were nothing more than superficial comments — easily an exchange between friends or coworkers.
With the wounded human secured the dog would begin to levitate in the air, followed by Noxa herself. She didn’t get on the dog — something that Floofs openly questioned, though Noxa’s response was a simple:
“I don’t want to get blood on me — I showed just last week.”
The unspoken reason, despite being secondary to the first, was at least a little considerate. Noxa’s mind — though mostly objectively empty — had some common sense; she knew that in his state it was very possible that whoever this guy was he could faint mid flight and fall off. As such the woman positioned herself in a prime position to catch him — flying just slightly off to the dog’s side.
Soon they tore through the skies, gradually picking up speed. They would slow down and settle into a comfortable pace if the human showed any signs of weakening. If not, all the way past supersonic they would go.
Before breaking any barriers, however, the vixen found herself openly questioning the man.
“So, what’s your name?” She wondered, “And why did you come off that spaceship completely wrecked?”
Noxa turned fully on her back as she flew, right leg crossing over her left knee as her hands folded behind her head; she got comfortable. The woman went as far as to mold meshes of her hair into a sort of baseball cap's visor to shield her gaze from the orange sunset. However, she wasn't courteous enough to offer him the same relief from the warm glare they flew towards.
Her eyes scanned the human further, once more landing on the ornate badge he wore. The lack of familiarity she bore with it naturally brought on the final question:
“And what is that golden thing you’re wearing?” She pressed, hardly giving him time to respond to the original questions. It seemed she enjoyed interrogation about as much as bathing in the sunset's light. “It looks like one of those things that human policemen wear on their uniforms — but different… Shinier.”
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 22, 2016 7:40:04 GMT
Mount Paozu? He figured the landscape looked familiar; considering he was a native of South Capitol, Beryl was pretty aware of the areas and points of interest scattered throughout Southern Earth. “All things considered, I’m pretty lucky to have landed out here,” Beryl said as he managed to get onto Mr. Floof’s back with a little help from Noxa herself. The little tendril things she had creeped him out a little bit, but he didn’t want to point it out or anything; she was helping him after all. Besides, the chick was literally full-on naked with dark-purple fur covering all of her naughty bits.
Mr. Floofs said a smartass comment about Beryl bleeding on him to which Noxa retorted that she had showered a week ago and thus did not want any blood on her. The thought of her only showering one a week sent horrific images through Beryl’s head, and the Galactic Patrol Leader internally cringed. He sincerely hoped that if Noxa had any sort of body odor that he wouldn’t get a whiff of it; if he did, he’d probably fall over off of Mr. Floofs while the dog was flying him to the nearest city. Although Beryl couldn’t fly, he was used to traveling at supersonic speeds and had no problem maintaining his balance while the dog and his master flew through the air. “My name’s Beryl,” Beryl replied. “And … um -- let’s just say that I had a pretty rough year so far. My ship’s piloting modules got all scrambled during flight, and I had to make an emergency landing. I hoped that it’d be a lot more smoother than what I had just pulled off, but at least the ship and myself are intact.” He really didn’t want to disclose potentially sensitive Galactic Patrol information to a complete stranger.
“This thing here?” Beryl asked, motioning to his fancy, golden Galactic Patrol badge. “It’s my badge; I’m part of the Galactic Patrol. I’m actually the leader of it,” Beryl explained. “I usually wear it wherever I go. It makes it easier for people to spot me if they need something. Anyways, if you haven’t heard of the Galactic Patrol, we’re tasked with making sure that the entire galaxy is at peace; you can think of us as the space police … except we’re an extremely small force. It’s kept that way on purpose since it’s an elite organization.”
@noxa
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 0:48:21 GMT
“Elite, huh?” The woman wondered, enjoying her backward, lying down flying. “I gotta figure at least some of that blood isn’t yours then — hate to see the other guys.”
Thankfully for the Galactic Patrolman between the high pressure of the air cascading around them — and the fact Noxa traveled ever so slightly behind, below, and to his side, there was nothing in the way of smell for him to catch. Although even previously it was doubtful he’d catch much of a scent from her.
The conversation was kept to a minimal from the woman’s side, as she rather not struggle to hear and be heard over the noise of their flight. It was for this reason that she would speak up only as the trio began to slow down, not wanting to torment an entire city with the ear-shattering roar of hypersonic flight.
“Well, either way, it’s nice to meet you, Beryl.” Said the redhead as they began to near the center of the city.
Mr. Floofs’s barking was heard, ‘How do we know where the hospital is?’
“Just follow the flashing lights and go to the widest building near them.” Noxa suggested, turning to beryl, “Oh before I forget…” The woman began, narrowing her eyes, “Have you seen an almost transparent glass-looking orange ball with a red star or more inside of it? I was hired to look for it — supposedly has magic powers or something. I was told to look in that jungle / forest thing, but I don’t think it’d hurt to ask you about it.”
While her question was posed Noxa and the pup began to land near a large construct with a red plus sign painted on its side — a hospital if Noxa had ever seen one. The woman had only landed before a large, burly, brunette woman caught the side of the heavily injured man. Only doing her job, the woman found herself almost dragging her feet to the scarlet-haired witch and her massive familiar. It wasn’t until her eyes caught a glimmer of gold pinned to his clothes that her eyes narrowed. It took her a moment, but soon she recognized the origin of the ornate insignia.
“T-the Galactic Patrol badge!” The woman stammered under her breath, soon picking up her pace and bringing with her a wheelchair to the dog’s side, arriving just as another scarlet tendril wrapped around the man’s torso to help him down. The nurse wasn’t entirely sure what this man’s rank was, but given the intricacy of the design, she was sure he was, without a doubt, far above a normal recruit.
“Mister Patrolman, sir! Y-you look — what happened?!” The woman called, rushing by Noxa’s side — nearly giving the Bio Android a heart attack with the bombastic questions being tossed over to Beryl.
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Post by Shemha on Jan 11, 2017 0:58:02 GMT
@noxa 2,008 WC - 4,920 Zeni gained. New total - 49,711! Beryl Roarke 1,527 WC - 2,153 PL gained. New total - 280,324!
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