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Post by Big Train on Dec 28, 2016 4:12:19 GMT
[HWs ON: 5,753 PL] Big Train knew it was time for some extreme training. And more than just the type that Beryl was giving him, he had to undergo some extreme temperature training. Having trained in the desert, and taking part in the adventure he found himself in, the next logical step was the frozen north! He headed straight for the ice lands after his desert foray came to an end. Once he arrived, he decided that the best way to go about this was to allow the full force of the cold to hinder him. Tossing off his shirt and his shoes. Leaving him only sporting his white gi pants and his weighted poncho which covered his bare chest. He would start his training, with one day bleeding into another. Big Train would continue to train until he was completely and utterly exhausted. Both from his nonstop training and a lack of sleep. However, it seemed that arriving was a lot easier than leaving, as a storm had rolled in and started to rage on the very night he was attempting to leave. His Air Bike 1000 just didn't operate well in the snow, he knew he should've sprang the extra zeni for the upgrade! So he did the only thing he could, try to walk out of this storm and into some form of settlement or shelter. He should've brought a map! Then again, the storm made it nearly impossible to see two feet in front of himself, never mind navigating himself to any nearby settlements. So he walked and walked, into the early hours of the morning. Until he passed by a sign that read "Luna: 2 miles ahead". He was close! But he was so exhausted. But he had to make it there, falling asleep in this storm would not end well. So he trekked on, the two miles feeling like ten. But sure enough, he made it to the village. Finally! He shuffled through what could only be the roads of the village, but it was hard to tell, everything was covered in white. As he took a few heavy steps into the village, he noticed that it seemed so empty. But that only made sense, everyone was obviously inside with it being so late and with such a storm raging. But he had done it, he was safe. "All I... have to do... is... knock on a... door..." he thought. But his eyelids were so heavy! And next time he knew, he was out before he hit the snow. He had come so close, only to pass out right in front of the entrance of a house. Arlic Valliere |
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Post by Arlic Valliere on Dec 29, 2016 1:36:24 GMT
[Medium Weights on, PL: 32,666]
It was a common occurrence for Val to be the only one out and about during heavy storms. The North was infamous for the white out conditions, where everyone would retire to their houses for days on end. And as the Sheriff, it was his job to check in on everyone twice a day. In the morning, and before everyone bedded down for the evening. The towering, duster clad Saiyan wandering from porch to porch, double checking everyones heating was on and they had enough fire wood. Never passing up a chance to get a work out, the old fighter's weights were settled firmly under his thick leather coat. Hat brim pulled low and scarf covering everything below his nose. "You gotta be kiddin' me." The Sheriff grunted to himself, spotting the body a few feet from his front door. His house was obviously the one in the front of town, best way to handle trouble makers. With a sigh he lent down and brushed the quickly accumulating snow off the inert man's form, checking his pulse. "Lucky lad, just about to turn in for the night. Aight, up and at 'em youn'un. Ol' Val 'ell have ya up right as rain in no time."
Dumping the half frozen to death being onto his couch, the Saiyan got to work stocking the fire. His house was a simple affair, two stories and more like a hunting cabin then a permanent home. The kitchen and living room separated by a narrow bar that served as his table. Making sure the fire was up and roaring; the aging fighter chucked all the extra blankets he had onto the comatose figure. Then getting to cooking, knowing that anyone who made it this far north would be starving. Plus it was good manners, people in small towns this far were well known for being hospitable. Dicing some vegetables with the blade of his metal arm; the quiet snick of chopping and the bubbling of the pot filling the air. Dumping those in, he started on the meat. Some deer he'd hunted in the autumn diced and added to the stew. The thick dinner meal a favorite as the smell filled the room, smokey and rich.
"Food don't wake the lad up, ain't nothin will." Val said to himself.
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Post by Big Train on Dec 29, 2016 3:34:19 GMT
Big Train was most definitely lucky. It was incredibly foolish of him to train to the brink of exhaustion so unprepared. But thankfully the sheriff was taking good care of him. He would wake him, his eyes slowly opening. As Val worked on the meat, the Saiyan sheriff would feel a presence behind him. Assuming he would turn around, he would see Big Train standing on his feet there in front of him.
He looked near zombie like. His face was pale, well the parts of his face that you could see thanks to his luchador mask, and his lips were still a tint of blue. But hey, he was alive and appeared to be warming up. "F-food...?" the large man would mumble as his stomach let loose a mighty growl. It seems that the smell of Val's meal woke him up. Big Train loved his food, almost as much as he loved martial arts. He had one of the blankets Val put on him wrapped around his whole self like a snuggie with a hood. He had a very shell shocked look about him. The kind of look a man would have while recovering from the brink of physical and mental exhaustion.
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Post by Arlic Valliere on Dec 29, 2016 19:46:58 GMT
Well they were certainly a contrasting pair, the Sheriff was a tall man, lean and cut in the way that his race was. The man's tail swaying to grab a bowl and set it down on the table, before dolling it full of the thick stew. "Easy there big guy. Take a seat, ain't nothin' some of Ol' Val's stew ain't gonna fix up." His furry extra appendage resumed its place as a makeshift belt, even as with a 'snick' the blade in his cybernetic arm's fore arm retracted. "Gotta say tho, wanderin' up 'lone in dis woods ain't the best of ideas mate. 'Specially this time o' year. Cold enough to freeze a Changling, wot!" He set a spoon next to the bowl, it was appropriately sized for a Saiyan household, being twice the size of most peoples servings. The man looked like he enjoyed a meal, and the grizzled veteran always enjoyed feeding hungry younger fighters.
"I'm Val, Sheriff up in these parts. Ain't nothin' but a few scattered mining and lumber towns like this'un. Right lucky you are, finding lil Luna. Every spring we gotta go up and down the mountains burying bodies."
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Post by Big Train on Dec 29, 2016 21:31:27 GMT
Big Train watched as the Saiyan sheriff fetched a bowl with his tail. It was so cool, he wished that he had a tail. But as soon as Val set down a spoon, Big Train would waste no time in shuffling over to the table and taking a seat, his giant frame looking awkward in an average sized chair. He would pick up the spoon and start DEVOURING Ol' Val's stew. Immediately a bit of color started to come back to his face. He seemed to be enjoying it, he was indeed a big fan of food.
However he would pause for a moment, and reply, "You're right... It definitely wasn't one of my smarter decisions. But I thought it would make for some good training. But thank you, I really appreciate you saving my backside". Then he would look at Val, then to his tail and then finally settling back on the man himself. "So... why is a Saiyan the sheriff of a small town? No offense, of course. I'm just genuinely curious". The Big Train would continue to stuff his face but his attention wouldn't divert from Val as he waited for an answer. The way Big Train acted and spoke, It might be evident by the experienced Val that Big Train was only a teenager.
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Post by Arlic Valliere on Dec 29, 2016 22:57:56 GMT
"Mistakes are the spice of life young'un, ain't no harm in learning!" The Sheriff tipped the pot and refilled the young wrestler's bowl everytime it started to look empty. Settling back on the counter the man wagged his tail as the question was asked. The obviously Saiyan appendage helping him get his cigar to his lips. The metal hand wasn't so good at delicate things, and snapped fingers a few times to spark it to life. "Well lad, I've been here fer about, four years. All of Luna were slaves on an ship, so we escaped when it got damaged during a meteor shower and landed here." The cigar rolled to the opposite side of his mouth, blowing acrid smoke out the cracked window. "I used ta be one of those asshole Saiyans too. Couple years a slave helps ya figure out what matters in life, y'dig? So we made us a little town, and what ya see now is all that work."
"Myself, don't do much. Train a lot, fight now and then. Mostly that android group. Ol' cyborg doctor got me good a few months ago. T'why I got that gravity chamber out back"
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Post by Big Train on Dec 30, 2016 0:20:55 GMT
Big Train smiled at Val's words and it only widened at the continuous bowl refills. "Slavery..." Big Train frowned. "That's why I joined the galactic patrol, to stop things like that from happening" he suddenly had a very serious look about him. Big Train had a deep care for people and wanted to protect the weak and innocent. He wanted to save people from being bullied like he was. But that quickly ceased, replaced with its original smile, "I'm glad you all escaped".
Big Train would perk up when he brought up training and fighting. He wasn't too familiar with the Android group Val mentioned but he had something else on his mind. "Gravity chamber... I've never done any gravity training, not yet at least. But I've heard that it has massive results". By heard, he of course meant that he read about it in his favorite MARTIAL ARTISTS MONTHLY magazine.
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Post by Arlic Valliere on Dec 30, 2016 6:17:36 GMT
"It's a great way to accelerate some workouts. If ya wanna use it, don't see no reason not to get some sparring in once ye get some rest." Kind as he was, the veteran fighter was still a Saiyan, and filled with the stereotypical desire to fight. "Course, I'm prolly the oldest Saiyan ye ever met." He let a laugh out, words not mumbled at all by the cigar, indicating it was a usual trait to the Sheriff. It certainly fit the bill of Sheriff, he'd gotten to enjoy them after one of the towns folk started growing tabacco. "Ain't never seen no Galactic Patrol folk around these parts, pretty isolated. Not much since that Saiyan Invasion a bit back, got to fight a few of the grunts myself. Left it to the Z Fighters to handle the Empress." He stroked his beard in thought, leaning back. "'Tween you and me, I'm trainin' to go to planet Vegeta and give 'em a bit of my mind. Showing up and causing so much chaos fer no good reason. Best get there and nip the next invasion in the bud, whot!"
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Post by Big Train on Dec 30, 2016 22:35:46 GMT
Big Train would grin at the prospect of training together, "Yeah that would be great!" he'd shout with glee and excitement. But he would listen as the old sheriff continued on. "I've honestly never met that many Saiyan, not until I left my village. Now I see them everywhere!" he'd laugh with Val. When Sheriff Val mentioned the Saiyan Invasion, Big Train would half frown and say, "I wish I was strong enough to help at the time... My village, Burrio, was pretty isolated so we weren't really affected by it... But I watched it on the news, it was terrible. But the Z Fighters were amazing!".
At this point he would finish his last bowl of stew and push the bowl away from himself a bit. "You plan on attacking the Saiyan home world?" he thought for a moment, "I don't really know but about Saiyans but do they have civilians? Or is every Saiyan a warrior?". He would think on that, every Saiyan HE ever met was definitely a warrior of some kind.
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Post by Arlic Valliere on Jan 2, 2017 6:58:40 GMT
"Warrior race son, never met a Saiyan who didn't like to fight. Even I love to, and I'm prolly the friendlist 'un too." The Saiyan moved back to the living room, using his metal limb to shift the logs in the fireplace around and toss another one in. Indicating the couch for Big Train. "Reckon' you can't fly huh? I'd invest some time in that son, ain't no good ever come from an enemy that can swoop in and kick ya upside the teeth anytime he wants."
The old fighter rubbed his beard in thought, taking his seat in an old armchair. "Yea, we'll put you in the gravity chamber once yer better. Been awhile since I sparred anyone anyway." He reached over and grabbed his old scouter, clicking it to give the kid a once over. "Hmm...yer about 1/3 my power level. Probably pass by me soon enough. Then you can come and fight the androids while I nap in the snow."
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Post by Big Train on Jan 2, 2017 22:04:02 GMT
“Hmm… and I thought people on Earth were bad when it came to always wanting to fight. I'll have to visit Planet Vegeta someday” Big Train replied as he made his way over to the couch. As he made his way to the couch, he would shed the blanket wrapped around him. Tossing it to drape across the back of the couch. He was looking quite a lot better. He would take a seat on the couch before replying. “I can't fly… I'm honestly not the best when it comes to manipulating ki in anything other than physical attacks” a pained looked crosses his face as he said this.
He wasn't very proud of his inability to fire ki blasts. And he had just recently learned to sense energy. He still hasn't quite mastered it yet. “I'm ready for the gravity chamber whenever you are, man” he'd say excitedly. Big Train then watched as Val pulled out a scouter and read his power level. He had heard about these devices before but he had never seen one. Big Train would laugh at Vals comment but then follow it up with a question, “So… who are these androids you keep mentioning?”.
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Post by Arlic Valliere on Jan 4, 2017 0:22:47 GMT
"Ah, old enemies. Folk that wanna wipe out all the organics. Squishy people like you and me." The Sheriff let half a laugh out at seeing his newly made big friend back up on his feet so quickly. The cold up north had been known to claim lesser men in temperatures twice as warm.
"Let's go lad, ain't never gotten stronger by lolly gaggin' around here. Best way to warm up is to get the blood flowing. Just...try not to blast a hole in it, thing was bloody expensive y'dig?"
He got up and left his duster on the rack, taking the hallway of rough sawn wood and hued stone to the large dome of a gravity chamber. Pointing out some of the functions and declaring how it was the latest model. "Had to fly the materials in from South City myself, nowhere up here has nearly enough technical know how to get this sort of facility up and runnin'. Plenty of young folk like you swing by to use it."
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Post by Big Train on Jan 4, 2017 4:51:31 GMT
"Hmm..." Big Train thought on these androids for a moment. He had a funny feeling he would have to face them eventually. "Well... if and when they attack, I'll be here to help" a reassuring smile crossing his face. He'd get up to follow Val, "Oh, you don't have to worry about that, I still haven't mastered ki manipulation" he'd laugh in slight embarrassment as they made their way into the gravity chamber.
Big Train listened to Sheriff Val's rundown of its functions and how he got it here in the first place. It sounds like it took a lot of planning and effort, but it must be worth it if all the stories he's heard are true. "Cool" he'd say innocently as he looked around the chamber, "I can't say I expected to do gravity training when I made my way up here. But this is an exciting turn of events" he would say before chuckling to himself. "Ready when you are, Sherff" he would brace himself for the impact of the gravity.
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Post by Arlic Valliere on Jan 4, 2017 21:34:39 GMT
The Sheriff let a half grin out, before flicking the controls onto gravity x10, a whump of energy filling the room before the pull slammed down on them. For Val, who owned the damn thing, it didn't do much. He'd just gotten to about x40 gravity.
"First we do some warm ups, yer muscles need to adjust to the strain. So do your organs, bones, and everything in between. Gonna be hard to hit anything, since yer eye's ain't really affected by gravity." The grizzled man lifted an arm, indicating how it shook very little. "Some basic movements. Best way to adjust ta it, son." He made a few examples, letting his fist dart out in the usual jabbing of a fighter shadow training, or image training. Different people called it different things and what not. "Course...yer a lil bigger 'den me, might be rougher on you."
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Post by Big Train on Jan 4, 2017 22:43:49 GMT
Big Train shifted as he felt the g force pushing down on him. It felt like he was about to be crushed! It took all of his power just to stay upright. It was unbearable to move! How was He going to manage this. Then he realized the heavy weights wrapped around him didn't help much so he slid off his poncho over his head. If fell of to the side with a loud thud. His power level skyrocketed back to its normal maximum.
It wasn't quite crippling now but it definitely wasn't comfortable. Ten times Earth’s gravity was considerable when one had never experience any other kind of gravity. He would take a few exaggerated steps as Val spoke. The old veteran was pretty strong, ten times Earth’s gravity didn't even cause him to flinch. Big Train stretched out his legs and took long strides, trying to adjust to the shift in g force. He would then take the old sheriff's advice and start shadow boxing. He seemed to be doing decently now that those weights were shed off of him. “Phew, this is intense… it's even harder to breathe!” he would manage out of his mouth between deep breaths.
(If I recall, gravity doesn't stack with weights. But if I'm wrong I'll edit this post)
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