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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2016 1:21:17 GMT
[Thread Power Level: 147.283] - [Heavy Weights ON]
[Power Level: 36.820] Beryl Roarke
The Earthling Saiyan stepped out of a building, closing the door behind him before he glanced around in a curious manner; Satan City, probably one of the most popular cities he knew-- even if he didn’t see anything special about it. Their food was lovely, though. As a matter of fact, the man had just walked out from a little modern-ish restaurant, its sign read: ‘Barru’s Hottest Chili Dogs-- kind of a funny one if one were to ask Cornatto, but they served good hot dogs, so he couldn’t certainly complain.
He took a bite from the one he had just bought, tasting its strong but delicate aftertaste slowly and steadily, walking on the streets as his glance shifted around his surroundings. It was quiet, way too quiet or even boring. It had been a few days since he had met the pink-haired hybrid again, and he couldn’t help but feel quite excited for what awaited him. It was probably nothing to get hyped for, but catching up with the hybrid couldn’t have made the Earthling Saiyan happier-- the whole business about powers and whatnot aside, he respected the hybrid.
He could turn into a Super Saiyan, but what if he couldn't? He would still be nowhere near Raisu’s power. If he had to make an estimation of his power, the hybrid was a half times stronger than him, which wasn’t a small gap considering how far the two had gotten. He couldn’t help it; the man wanted to measure himself against Raisu-- and on fair terms, that’s one of the many reasons as to why the Earthling Saiyan wished for the hybrid to tap into the power of the Legendary Super Saiyan as soon as possible.
Cornatto snapped out of his thoughts as a voice caught his attention; it wasn’t familiar to him at all, but it was impossible to ignore it considering how loudly he was screaming. The man decided to follow it, out of curiosity until his eyes set on a small crowd surrounding someone on the corner of the street, walking closer as he tried to take a peek. That said someone happened to be the man he had heard earlier; his attire didn’t tell him much, he was an ordinary man by his looks; an ugly dark jacket, jeans, and a white shirt.
“Ladies and gentlemen, even this time our boy Snackyboogie obliterated his opponent! It’s incredible! No one can stop him!”
The Earthling Saiyan’s eyes shifted on a gray Zoanthrophe with the looks of a wolf, he wore pretty much nothing, aside from a pair of sweatpants and gloves, seemingly showing off his ‘moves’ even if it didn’t seem like a big deal to the Saiyan. But apparently, the other people considered him to be a big shot. “Well, I can’t blame him… fighting is always fun no matter how strong you are.” - he thought to himself, cracking a soft smile on his face as images of his old self-invaded his mind.
“Who is next?! Who wants to give it a shot and try to bring down our Snackyboogie boy?! It’s only for five hundred zeni each!”
The man’s smile soon faded, “Ah. He’s doing it for money.” - he mumbled under his breath, with a hint of disappointment in his voice. He didn’t exactly approve of what they were doing; it felt like a cheap way to get some money out of people after all. He let out a sigh, folding his arms over his chest as he half-heartedly considered to step in himself and take the infamous 'Snackyboogie' on, at that point, that stupid show would probably come to an end at least. “Hmm... what to do-- maybe I'd just let them be.” - he muttered, scratching the back of his neck in reflex.
On the other hand, the Zoanthrope just continued to show off, acting like one of those cold-blooded, delinquent teenagers; some men seemed intimidated, while a few women were fascinated by the wolf’s physique which wasn’t anything to look at, but respectable compared to most earthlings. However, no one was apparently willing to accept the wolfman’s challenge.
“Yare yare... ("Good grief...")” - said the Zoanthrophe with an exasperated sigh. |
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 23, 2016 2:14:21 GMT
PL -- 278,171; 6,397,933 [x23]
Like North Capitol, Satan City had its own wide-scale, destructive battle; however, the details of it were muddled, but it was definitely certain that many high powered individuals showed up onto the scene to add to the fight. Beryl shook his head; it seemed like no matter what, there was always something happening on Earth. It didn’t help that many of the responsible individuals showed a mastery of ki and touted power levels multiple times above the typical human range. He thought about establishing some sort of Galactic Patrol center in every region of Earth: North, South, East and West. However, he ultimately decided against it for the time being. Earth already had numerous organizations defending it such as the Blue Banner Army and the Z-Fighters, and the Galactic Patrol couldn’t focus all of their efforts solely on one planet. While Earth was Beryl’s home, his responsibility was to protect the galaxy in its entirety.
It was sometimes hard to remember that after everything that Earth has been through.
After getting done speaking with local officials about the current situation in Satan City, Beryl proceeded to walk down the streets of the populous Satan City, making his way to another Galactic Patrol promotional event to where anyone interested in the elite organization could go to receive information and guidance. Even more so, if they wanted to speak to Beryl, the leader of the Galactic Patrol, they could do that as well. As Beryl was about to turn the corner, he ran into a crowd of huddled people, all surrounding a man with no sense of fashion and a half-naked, tall and buff wolf Zoanthrope who was busy showing off his moves, flexing and displaying just how strong he was. Beryl blinked as the man in the ugly ass jacket and greasy wifebeater shouted about how his boy, Snackyboogie, was able to easily obliterate his most recent opponent and asked if anyone wanted to try their luck against him for a small fee of five hundred Zeni. Beryl stared at Snackyboogie; he had a build similar to Samba -- big, muscular, tall and bara. They were both wolves; they both liked to fight; they were both intimidating, and they both liked to run around with no shirts and no shoes on. Beryl scratched his cheek; maybe it was just a Zoan thing to do that.
“I’d like to try my luck,” Beryl said as he stepped forward, the crowd parting slightly to allow him to stand in front of Snackyboogie and his busted ass friend. Beryl was a dark-skinned human who wore a black collared shirt with a light-green tie, black slacks, black dress shoes and a green beanie. He only stood about five feet six inches tall and weighed around one hundred and thirty-five pounds. He certainly didn’t look like a fighter at all, and his appearance and demeanor caused many people to underestimate him.
However, if someone was able to sense ki and power, they’d immediately realize that Beryl housed monstrous power -- power so great that it’d almost be seemingly impossible for a mere human to be that powerful.
Beryl produced his wallet, pulled out several crisp bills and handed them to the gentleman in charge of Snackyboogie.
OOC: WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS? WHY WOULD YOU TRIGGER ME?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2016 20:14:21 GMT
As a fellow martial artist, Cornatto could tell that whatever this Snackyboogie was supposed to be, he didn’t feel like an expert of sorts. It was a common thing to differ person to person just by their attitude. However, every individual was different from the other, so perhaps he was judging him without having much of an opinion. Still, his stance didn’t truly resemble any martial arts he had seen in his life. Maybe the wolf had not specialized himself in any style? Or perhaps, he was a practitioner of that other kind of combat style he had seen in one of South Capitol’s gyms. He didn’t remember what it was supposed to be exactly, but their fighting style consisted of a series of grabs and similar moves that’d drive the opponent to hit the ground-- and pretty hard.
Cornatto himself had experienced such a move that one time when he fought a Majin and a Human named Treylech, who had managed to take the Earthling Saiyan down with a similar move. He didn’t exactly remember its name, but it seemed pretty easy to counter if one were quick enough.
He had not seen the infamous Zoanthrope fight yet, so the man couldn’t tell much until he'd see for himself what sort of fighting style the giant wolf used-- and if Snackyboogie truly were a champion, he’d see it soon enough. “He doesn’t feel like much, though…” - he thought to himself, staring at the Zoan as he seemingly just continued to show off in front of the crowd of people. In the meanwhile, his comrade continued to encourage-- in a loud and annoying way, anyone who were brave enough to face Snackyboogie in close quarters.
The Earthling Saiyan was tempted, unsure whether to give it a try or not. There was always a small chance that Snackyboogie was suppressing his energy. Otherwise, it wasn’t that difficult to imagine what would happen in case Cornatto were the one to fight him. Plus, he was rather curious to see if someone possessing an actual minimum of power and experience would step in to fight the Zoanthrope.
And someone did.
Cornatto’s gaze shifted as he looked for the man whose voice announced his decision to take up Snackyboogie’s challenge, following the movements of the crowd as it parted slightly to let the dark-skinned human step in and stand in front of the Zoanthrope and his friend. At first, Cornatto stared at him in mild interest-- he had seen that man before, not to mention that his Ki was incredible. It had been a long time ago, but he could still remember that he had met only one man stronger than the blonde-haired Galactic Patrolman Kaito, and that was the Galactic Patrol Leader himself; Beryl Roarke.
The Earthling Saiyan’s eyes widened in amazement; he didn’t honestly expect to meet Beryl in a place like that-- not to mention; he didn’t remember much of their last encounter if not that it ended with a spar. Just like back then, the man’s power was enormous, something that not even a Super Saiyan could match. If he was going to be the gray Zoanthrophe’s opponent, he couldn't see any way that Snackyboogie would be able to get out of this.
On the other end, Snackyboogie stared at the man as if the latter one were a mosquito; he knew that he couldn’t lose against someone with that little of muscles. In many ways or the other, the Zoanthrophe’s build resembled Samba's, which was a hilarious coincidence. But his physique wasn’t obviously going to be enough for the wolf to lay one of his paws on Beryl.
Snackyboogie’s ‘busted ass friend’ quickly took hold of the money Beryl offered him, giving it a quick look as he made sure that they were worth five hundred zeni-- but even if Beryl had given him more than that, he wasn’t certainly going to say anything about it. That was just how greedy a person could be. Then, he nodded with a sly smirk on his face and stepped back so that the two fighters could have their space to fight.
“Ladies and gentlemen! We have a new challenger, will Snackyboogie manage to maintain his champion status?!”
The Earthling Saiyan folded his arms over his chest, letting out a faint chuckle as he shook his head for a brief moment. “You’ll be surprised.” - he muttered under his breath. There was no way that someone could stand up to someone as powerful as Beryl. A power that was mysterious to Cornatto himself-- Kaito, one of Gnash’s friends in the Galactic Patrol, used to be sure strong but not even close to Beryl’s immense aura. Cornatto himself couldn’t help but feel like he needed to train harder if he wanted to keep up; there were some ridiculously strong people, and not only on Earth but possibly in the whole Galaxy and the mere thought fired him up.
The gray Zoanthrope looked at the man standing in front of him, his eyes staring at him sharply before his expression widened in a huge smirk, showing out his sharp teeth as he licked his lips in a very slow pace. Snackyboogie looked like as if he was trying to intimidate Beryl with that mouth full of his disgusting saliva that drooled down his mouth, making his chin partially wet.
In the meanwhile, his friend just continued beaming at the zeni he had received from Beryl. It was easy to tell how much the man cared only for his income apparently, and as a matter of fact, he was about to forget that it was up to him to announce the fight.
“Ready? Three, two, one-- BEGIN!” - the wolf’s friend raised his voice, lifting an arm in mid-air as he gestured the two to begin, and Snackyboogie decided not to waste time. The gray wolf rushed at Beryl and clenched his paw tightly for a brief moment as he lifted it up close to his head, before his palm opened, showing his claws to Beryl. “It’s time to ‘eef some booty meat!” - exclaimed the Zoanthrope, trying to slash the man’s face with the tip of his claws-- should it be successful, it would likely leave a few gnarly scars across the side of his face.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Jan 3, 2017 7:47:39 GMT
Snackyboogie, or whatever the hell the Zoan's name was supposed to be, looked awfully similar to Samba. Beryl chalked it up to mere coincidence; he was fairly certain that Samba didn't have any siblings. Samba could be fucking terrifying, to Beryl at least, but Snackyboogie was just something else. The shirtless wolfman stared down at Beryl as if he were just a walking slab of meat. The wolf's mouth widened, revealing pointed, white teeth dripping with thick saliva. Strands of spit slid from the wolf's maw, soaking his furred chin. Beryl blinked and made a face, clearly not enjoying what he was seeing. His eyes flitted from Snackyboogie to Snackyboogie's badly dressed friend once the guy started the countdown. Once he urged the two fighters to start brawling, Snackyboogie immediately broke out into a sprint, the Zoan moving quickly despite his large size.
"... He did not just say that," Beryl thought as the wolf exclaimed that he was going to eat Beryl's ass -- metaphorically or literally or both. Yes, he realized that Snackyboogie was trying to claw his face off -- something Samba tried to do in nearly every fight of his with Beryl. Now, normally Beryl would be concerned. However, Snackyboogie had no clue just how outmatched he was. When the claw swipe came, Beryl quickly ducked behind it before immediately jabbing one at Snacky's abs with his left hand. The punch looked half-assed and non-threatening at all. However, as soon as it'd hit Snackyboogie, the wolf would immediately fall forward, completely and utterly knocked out. Thankfully for him, Beryl was there to catch his fall. Assuming the counter struck true, Beryl would proceed to gently lay Snackyboogie on the ground in a recovery position -- one that would keep that wolf comfortable until he came to.
"Don't worry. He's just knocked out," Beryl said to Snackyboogie's friend before stepping forward. "He's definitely strong ... and fast too. He has potential. Tell him to pay me a visit at my martial arts school, the Zen School, if he's interested in finding out a place where he can hone his skills. I'd love to work with him." With that said, Beryl would proceed to walk away from the group as if nothing happened, only to stop at a nearby building a little ways down the street. He stopped at its entrance and began conversing with funny-looking alien-like people decked out in fancy, intergalactic uniforms. A large symbol was branded on their tactical vests -- the same exact one that Beryl's badge was in the shape of.
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