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Post by Big Train on Dec 28, 2016 21:53:35 GMT
East Capitol was Big Train's favorite city. I mean it may not be the biggest or the fanciest, but ANY city that is known for it's FOOD is going to be Big Train's favorite! He sat on a stool at the counter in a fancy diner. The stool looked like it could barely handle his massive frame. He had a giant chicken parm sandwich in his mitts, giant despite half of it still left on the plate in front of him. He took a huge chomp out of the sandwich and then he shyly thanked a pretty waitress that refilled his beverage. Big Train was a strange looking fellow. He stood about 6'3 but more impressive was how wide he was. He had a large pot belly but his arms and legs were riddled with massive blocky muscles. He wore an old luchadore mask which covered the majority of his face. Except for his mouth, which was surrounded by a goatee. It was red in color with a white star displayed across the front of it. He was dressed in a white doji which bore the symbol of the ZEN SCHOOL on its left breast. However right now it was concealed by Big Train's weighted brown and red poncho. The sign outside of the cafe read "SOUL CAFE" and was well known for their Soul Food, and Chicken Parm. Apparently there was some kind of accident that took place just a short while ago. But repair efforts were fast and the popular restaurant was soon restored to its former glory. Big Train was thankful for that and hoped that whoever was responsible would eventually face justice for their crimes. Callion |
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Post by Callion on Dec 31, 2016 19:02:16 GMT
Callion entered the Soul Cafe, his body stiff and sore from a long day's work. The Pagne Tower, a marvel of modern architecture, had many windows that needed washing, and the young warrior was all too happy to take the job if it meant he could buy more outfits from that lovely shop here in the East Capitol. Callion looked to be about 6'3 and very muscular though his body was lean instead of jacked. Callion had raven black hair and dark black eyes. For an outfit, he wore a sleeveless black gi with matching pants and a short sleeved red undershirt. On both of his wrists were two matching plastic looking wristbands, with large red buttons in the centers of them. A thick red belt was tied around his waist, with the two ends hanging between his crotch and knees. Every so often, the belt would slightly twitch, as this belt doubled as a hiding place for his tail. His boots were red with black laces, and on his face, he wore large black spectacles. His hair was flat against his head and was sleek with some liquid substance. On his back was a sheathed blade, that looked to be about four feet long. The sheath was red with gold trim around the edges. Slung over his right shoulder was a black gym bag, which bulged due to its copious contents. Callion moved to sit down at a table some ways away from the large man in the mask, and his eyes fell on that exact figure. The young warrior's head tilted at the man's interesting fashion statement. His eyes rested on the man's wide form for a minute before he shrugged. Who was he to judge someone else? Callion smiled as he waited for his order to be taken.
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Post by Big Train on Jan 1, 2017 0:09:30 GMT
Big Train sensed Callion's high power level as soon as he entered. He was pretty strong, definitely not a normal person. Big Train finished the half of sandwich that was in his hands as he waited for the waitress to saunter over and take Callion's order. As soon as the order was taken from the Saiyan and the waitress made the trek back into the diner, Big Train teleported.
Well, that's not completely accurate. He just moved with such speed that it would appear that he vanished into the thin air and teleported from his seat to appear across from Callion at his table. Callion would probably be able to catch his movement if he was paying attention to Big Train as he made his way towards him.
Big Train would give Callion a big smile and say, "Hi, I'm Big Train. You're pretty strong. Are you a martial artist?". Big Train, while undoubtedly strange, would seem nice enough on the surface. He was always interested in meeting other martial artists and strong people. He had no clue that Callion was a Saiyan. Though if he did find that out, he would be quite interested in that too, he hadn't met many Saiyans.
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Post by Callion on Jan 1, 2017 19:55:43 GMT
Callion sipped from a small white cup as the friendly waitress walked away. The young warrior enjoyed the kindness of these Earthlings very much and found how comfortable they were around complete strangers very refreshing. Such comfort was completely non-existent back on Vegeta, as most people would assume any stranger that walked up to them was probably trying to kill them. More often than not, they were right. The young warrior quite enjoyed the taste of the "tea." It had seemed that the waitress's recommendation was well founded. Callion raised the cup to his lips for another sip of the sweet liquid when a movement caught his eye. The wide man from earlier was apparently much faster than his size suggested. As a practitioner of After Image techniques, Callion easily followed the man's movements and wasn't even kind of surprised when the man was across from. Cool mask.Callion finished drinking from his cup as the man introduced himself. The young warrior placed his now empty cup back onto the saucer and cleared his throat before replying. "Hello, Mister Big Train. I am Callion. A pleasure to meet you," Callion spoke in a polite tone, trying his best to be cordial. His time on Vegeta had ingrained in him a sense of caution whenever someone he didn't know approached him. "No, I am not a martial artist, and to be truthful, I'd prefer not to fight anyone right now," Callion said, sounding truthful. He did not consider himself a "martial artist" so much as a "fighter."
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Post by Big Train on Jan 2, 2017 0:18:56 GMT
Big Train would stare blankly at Callion after he said that he wasn't interested in fighting. Things sure escalated quickly, he was expecting a fight. He was just genuinely intrigued by his higher than average power level. "It's a pleasure to meet you too, but I wasn't planning on fighting you man, just saying hi" the Big Train would say in a slightly confused tone.
At most, Big Train was only expecting to talk strategy, methods and potentially spar some time in the future. But the man said he wasn't a martial artist, even though his power level was about double Big Train's own. And that's assuming that he wasn't wearing weights like he was or could manipulate his power level like so many others could.
"So if you aren't a martial artist, why are you so strong?". He knew that certain races like Saiyans and Majins were stronger on average, but he was well above the average for those races as well. He figured the man was exaggerating. But at least he seemed friendly enough. Big Train wasn't opposed to having a friendly conversation regardless, so he would blink out and in again, in his faux teleportation. This time reappearing with the second half of his chicken parm sandwich. "Hope you don't mind me sitting here".
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Post by Callion on Jan 2, 2017 1:12:27 GMT
"Ah, my apologies. Most people who approach me usually want to murder me, or at the very least engage in combat," the young Saiyan said casually, watching the man quickly get up, walk back to a table Callion assumed to be his, grab something off of a plate, walk back, and sit back down. Callion pushed his spectacles back up the bridge of his nose, after they had slid down. They looked a little too large for him. As the man asked about the origin of his power, Callion mentally face-palmed. He had forgotten to surpress his power level. The young warrior might of well had a giant sign over his head that said: "COME CHALLENGE ME!" Groaning audibly, Callion shook the thoughts away. He was too tired from his day job to worry about getting attacked, and there was a conversation that needed to be had. "Of course you can sit here," Callion said, still waiting for that waitress to come back. He really enjoyed the tea beverage and was hoping that he could enjoy some more of it. "And to touch upon your other question, I am not so much of a 'martial artist,'" Callion said accentuating the last two words before continuing on, "so much as I am a 'fighter.' Martial artists constantly train to defend themselves, and better themselves as people. whilst I just train for training's sake." Callion liked that answer and offered the masked man a small smile after giving it.
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Post by Big Train on Jan 2, 2017 4:54:19 GMT
Big Train nodded in understanding. He's experienced other martial artists desire to want to fight everything they ran across. His rumble in the desert came to mind immediately. "Yeah, I get that man. It seems like people always want to fight first and talk second. It's kind of strange when you really think about it" he would reply back to Callion after he retrieved his sandwich and had retaken his seat.
Big Trained then listened intently to Callion's next words and replied, "I guess I get that" he'd say before taking a bite out of his sandwich. "I like fighting like the best of 'em, but it just gets old to get repeatedly challenged by complete strangers". Callion was definitely an interesting fellow, Big Train thought. He seemed to be a skilled fighter that at least somewhat disliked fighting.
Or perhaps just viewed it as something that wasn't the most important thing in the world, unlike many of the other fighters here on Earth. "So what's your story, where are you from?". It was nice to have a casual conversation. He felt like all his recent conversation were between punches and kicks. Civility was refreshing.
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Post by Callion on Jan 4, 2017 16:58:30 GMT
Callion was about to answer the man's question regarding where he came from, but the waitress had returned with more of that delightful tea. Taking the cup, Callion said, "Thank you, miss," with a small smile directed at the woman. Callion sipped from the small white cup for a moment, before he began to reply to the man's question. "Ah," he sighed with a smile, as he placed the cup down. Looking up to the man, Callion nodded his head. "Right, well firstly, my name is Callion, and it is a pleasure to meet you. I am from a place very far away from here, but I enjoy these Eastern Lands and frequent them quite often. As for my story, well there is not much of a story to tell. My life up until now has been very placid, and uneventful," Callion lied, his right eye twitching a bit. He was neglecting to mention that he was a Saiyan, due to the general consensus of that kind being that they were overly violent savages, who must be dealt with on sight. "Now then, what might your name and story be?" Callion asked curiously as he wanted desperately to know why the big man wore that cool mask, and where he got that interesting dogi. Callion sipped his tea, while the man answered if he chose to do so. Big Train |
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Post by Big Train on Jan 4, 2017 22:04:35 GMT
When the waitress bounced over she also carried some tea for Big Train. As she handed Big Train a white cup, he accepted it with a warm smile and a polite thank you before he would take a long sip from the cup. Big Train would listen intently to Callion. He stared into his eyes, as respect would dictate. He listened to his story and even noticed his twitch. Big Train had a funny feeling he wasn't getting the whole truth. But it wasn't his place to question it. Because at the end of the day, he too keeps his true identity a secret.
More so to hide himself than to protect himself. The mask and alter ego are just tools for him to overcome his shyness. Maybe Callion too, had something to hide. “Well my name is Big Train, and I raised myself... I bounced all over the world until I won the junior world martial arts tournament. I recently was accepted as Beryl’s student and a member of his galactic patrol. And that's really all there is worth mentioning at this point” he’d say with a friendly smile. It was all true, in one way or another. He would take another sip of his tea and let the man process all of what he said.
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Post by Callion on Jan 12, 2017 2:39:45 GMT
Callion nodded slowly as the man told his life story, sipping from his small white cup of tea every now and again. The man told an interesting story, though Callion's head tilted at one of the words that he had used. "What exactly is a...tournament?" the young warrior asked, a bit confused. He'd heard the term before back on Vegeta, but he had never truly learned what that entailed. Callion looked around the cafe and took in all of the smiling patrons. Couples on a date, and single people just trying to pass the time. Suddenly, Callion's stomach gave a loud rumble. The young warrior looked embarrassed as he placed a hand over his gut. "I must have skipped lunch. Pardon me," Callion said to the masked man in a polite tone. Callion reached down to the black gym bag that he always carries with him, and opened it, pulling out a crudely wrapped sandwich, which he unwrapped and began to eat it. Once that sandwich was consumed, Callion grabbed another, and another until he had eaten about six of them. Placing all of the unused plastic wraps back into his bag, and Callion let out a content sigh.
"Delicious," the Saiyan said, still relishing the taste of the cooked meat that he had prepared by hand. Big Train |
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Post by Big Train on Jan 12, 2017 5:22:15 GMT
Big Train was surprised Callion had never heard of tournaments. He was taken aback a bit, but he was happy to oblige. "A tournament is a competition involving a bunch of contestants. In my case, Martial artists. If you win you move on to face another competitor that also won their match. You keep doing this and moving up through the brackets until you're the last one left, the champion of the tournament" Big Train explained before taking a sip of his tea. He continued, "The Junior World Martial Arts Tournament is a contest between all the best fighters around the world that are under 18 years old. I won it all thanks to master Bai". Then, after any reply from Callion, the saiyan's stomach would cut into the conversation with a grumble. Big Train laughed at Callion's bashfulness, a trait all too familiar to Big Train. "Don't worry about it, man. My stomach growls any time I go more than an hour without eatin" he flashes a cheesy yet friendly smile. He would eat with Callion, polishing off the last of his second serving of a large chicken parm sandwich. Finishing his meal at almost exactly the same time as Callion did. And after sighing along with Callion, he would lean back in relaxation. "You can say that again, buddy". He was content. Sometimes it was nice to just sit back and relax. Not having to worry about fighting or training or having to be ready for an incoming attack at any moment. It was nice, peaceful. "You should try the food here sometime, Soul Cafe has great food". The waitress came by to refill their tea cups again. As she turned to walk away, her skirt would twirl flirtatiously. Her walk was deadly. Big Train took a long pull of the tea to hide his blushing. After setting down the cup and regaining his composure, he had ask, "So if you're a fighter, as you say... what kind of techniques do you know? What's your go to?". Callion |
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Post by Queen Habana on Aug 27, 2017 8:53:37 GMT
Callion | WC: 1250 | PL Gains: 2406 | New PL: 65,630
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