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Post by Chili Pepper on Dec 25, 2016 19:16:50 GMT
Chili and Beryl: A Rematch with a wall
[PL: 76,607 + Heavy Weights = Thread PL: 19,152]
Chili Pepper was still wandering around West City since he regained his freedom from under the tyranny of ruler wielding educators. The pup honestly had no idea where to go. Being out of the loop of most events and out of contact with his fellow Galactic Patrol members he would have no idea where to find them. He would also have to figure out how to get back into training, even though he was a considerably powerful kid sized creature. Sighing to himself Chili found his hands resting behind his head as he strolled down a street “ Maybe I should try and find Samba… or Kaito. We had so many members last time I checked I barely got to meet any of them” he shook his head “ I bet they are out in space having adventures… protecting people…” His eyes graced the sky, not sure what to look at until they found a familiar building. A training center loomed before the pup the same one where he had met Beryl Roark himself, the leader and reanimator of the Galactic Patrol. Well not met but had gotten royally trounced in a friendly spar. ‘Friendly’ being very subjective. Chili scoffed to himself. What would the odds be of finding the same man in the same place? It would seem highly unlikely. He looked around up and down the street before deciding to at least go inside and have a peek. “ I might run into Beryl…. Heck maybe just someone I know. If not I can use their equipment.” With an affirming nod to encourage himself he slipped into the automated doors. Inside he was greeted with the sight of a busy gym like center with areas to build your strength, speed, endurance and open areas to spar. At front stood a desk to sign in, but plastered on them were two flyers that caught his attention. Each of them was a depiction of a person, one a squat bulldog faced zoan, with an eyepatch, an evil mug if you ever saw one and a military looking red cap. The other was a human looking man with dark skin, a goofy stocking cap, and a freakish face. It would appear these were posters to designate that two individuals were not allowed. “ Huh.” Beryl Roarke |
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 28, 2016 19:07:01 GMT
A few seconds later, another individual followed behind Chili. Chili wouldn't even need to look behind him to know who it was; the individual's ki signature was awfully familiar and overwhelmingly powerful. It was none other than Beryl himself. Calmly, the Galactic Patrol leader strode up to the front desk, not even noticing Chili due to the Zoan's small size and the mass amount of people funneling in and out of the lobby area. He was decked out in business-casual attire consisting of a gray collared shirt with a stripped green tie, black slacks, black casual shoes and his usual green beanie. As soon as the front desk clerk got a good look at Beryl, he immediately started shaking his head and waving his arms about. "No! No! No! You are banned from this facility, sir! Banned!" the clerk began to holler, pale face reddening with every syllable. "Please. I'm just here to pay for the damages that I had caused the last time I was here," Beryl stated, holding his hands up in a placating gesture. "No! Get out, you crazy freak! Get out!" The clerk's voice had risen several octaves at this point. "The Galactic Patrol will pay for the damages in full. I can assure that." With that, Beryl gestured towards the golden, jewel-studded, crowned badge pinned to his shirt. The clerk leaned over and glared at the badge with burning scrutiny; his gaze then leveled with Beryl. "Fine. FINE. Just as soon as you wreck some shit around here, you BETTER pay for it." "Everything will be paid for in full," Beryl replied before looking about the crowd. It was then he spotted Chili. His eyebrows lifted upwards in surprise. "Chili? It's great to see you!" Beryl walked up to the much smaller Zoan and clapped his hands together. "I was worried that something had happened to you." Then, Beryl remembered his OWN sudden disappearance and rubbed his cheek. "... Speaking of which, I do have explaining to do regarding my own sudden and extended disappearance." Chili Pepper |
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Post by Chili Pepper on Jan 2, 2017 22:42:43 GMT
" What disappearance Beryl?" The young pup questioned. Chili had a look of shock on his mug when he sensed Beryl walking by him, apparently the universe had a sense of humor granting this meeting again. Peering around the adult as he dealt with some unsavory business with the owner of this establishment. It clicked for him when the guy started going on about damages. Suddenly those posters made more sense, Chili taking the opportunity to look at the flyer of himself. His paw went to his face to feel out his own bone structure to make sure that wasn't exactly what he looked like. " ...Who drew those, a blind guy?" he questioned quietly to himself. It would take a good few minutes before Beryl would turn around and finally notice the young Galactic Patrol cadet. A excited wagging tail greeted him " Hi Beryl! It's been a while" he greeted his superior back just as excitedly. He flashed a grin and laughed a little " Nah I'm doing fine nothing happene-" Chili's eyes stared off into the distance his ears fell back as his mind flashed back to where he had been. " I uh... Yeah I got into some trouble actually..." he snapped back to reality shaking his head and making his ears flop about. His cheek now being scratched by his finger " My grades slumped somewhat and Mom was very...very... mad" the dog swallowing hard. Chili blinked and looked up " You said you were gone though? What happened to you?" he asked curiously, taking a minute to lean to the side and eyeball the manager of the training facility. " Was that what I think it was about?" Beryl Roarke
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Jan 4, 2017 7:06:32 GMT
So, Chili was unaware of what happened. Apparently, school had been keeping him busy in the meantime. Beryl had almost forgotten that the teenager was still enrolled in school, that and somehow his mother allowed him to be a Galactic Patrolman -- a position that tossed Chili into numerous dangerous scenarios. "Well, your mother is only concerned about your education as she should be. It is something that you should take seriously," Beryl said as he looked down at the young Zoan. "I am a scientist myself, and I wouldn't be able to get where I am if my grades weren't up to par." Regardless, the Galactic Patrol didn't check his transcripts during their evaluation of him as the potential leader of the Galactic Patrol, but the point still remained. "Um. Yes. That was," Beryl answered. "He wasn't very happy about our ... spar in the past. Granted, I've managed to get the situation settled with him. The Galactic Patrol will pay for any damages that either me or other Galactic Patrolmen inflict. Of course, I'd rather there not be collateral damage at all if it can be avoided." The dark-skinned male scratched his cheek. "Also, to answer your question, yes -- I've been gone ... for almost an entire year in fact. If you were wondering where I've been, well--" Beryl sighed and pondered for a second, doing his best to find the perfect way to describe his interesting ... situation. "Well, I took up a mission -- one that involved combating an intergalactic army that had been conducting planetary conquests. I didn't take any backup because I was afraid for all of your lives; in reality, if anyone else had went with me, they would've died." It wasn't an insult or a shot at the rest of the Galactic Patrol's strength; it was just the cold, hard truth. "... Well, the Galactic Patrol expected for me to be able to complete the mission with a week. However, after that week passed, all contact from me was severed. They couldn't contact me, and they didn't know where I was. In short, everyone presumed that I had ... died. It wasn't until about a week ago that I've finally managed to make it here to Earth and alert the Galactic Patrol that I'm alive. However, in that time, the Galactic Patrol has fallen apart due to my absence. I'm working my hardest to bring it back to its former glory." There was a pause. "Do you still consider yourself a Galactic Patrolman?" Chili Pepper |
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Post by Chili Pepper on Jan 7, 2017 22:31:14 GMT
Chili pulled his hat down a little bit to hide his face from Beryl “I-uh I usually do Beryl, I swear! I just got preoccupied… trying to get as strong as the rest of you guys. I guess I was too focused though.” Moving his hat out of the way he gave the Galactic Patrolmen a defeated smile “It won’t happen again, seeing my mom like that was all the fright I need in my lifetime.” He shrugged his shoulders “If anything it backfired on me anyway, those months in that private school made it pretty hard to train. I really had to hold back my strength the whole time, I might have uh broken a few...hundred...pencils.” With a cough he was ready to move on from that subject with a nod.
The zoan watched as the owner removed the signs that had been barring both of them entry, though he wasn’t certain how they would have been identified anyway. “Yeah we did leave them with a new window last time, but that was an accident.” Chili gave Beryl a big thumbs up “at least you took care of it. I’ll try not to break anything else.” The dog let out a gasp “Did… uhm. Ya know what never mind.” He flashed back to two large buildings falling down on top of him having been knocked from their foundations. Chili thought it was best he didn’t bring that up or he might be adding another bill for Beryl to pay.
Chili’s ears perked now that he was going to be brought up to speed on Galactic Patrol business. His tail wagging a bit eagerly now, leaning forward on his toes. The young child’s face going from glee to a frown to shock, really jumping through the spectrum. “WOAH, Beryl you took on a whole army? Are you really sure no one could have gone with you, that’s a lot of people to fight ya know!” Chili had taken the turn to scold back now, even raising a brown eyebrow at Mr. Roarke “Wait… did you almost die? Beryl that’s why you should have brought one of us with you!” He was actually a little miffed, but let out a sigh. “Well I’m glad you made it back, but next time let us know okay? I’m not letting you disappear like my dad” Chili actually managing to say that with a smirk.
“The important thing is you’re back and the Patrol can get back to work” Chili added. The zoanthrope blinking a few times at the last question “Why would I stop being a Galactic Patrolmen, Beryl? This is what my dad did, if I’m ever going to find him this is going to be the best method.”
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Post by Chili Pepper on Mar 12, 2017 3:39:49 GMT
(Since Beryl's leave is currently indefinite I am just going to turn this in)
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Post by Queen Habana on Mar 13, 2017 2:53:47 GMT
Chili | WC: 1,127 | PL Gains: 2,634 | New PL: 85,919
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