Endivia
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Post by Endivia on Dec 30, 2016 15:10:58 GMT
Now I’m Here!
West Capitol Records! |
Power Level – 12,704
Tier 2 Shop – Active
Word Count – 501
“Having to do all this myself still? Ugh!” the Saiyaness complained, albeit pushing the pieces into position with very little exertion. Indeed, the various parts that had been meticulously crafted to suit her design were little more than building blocks when your strength far surpassed the average Earthling. She might not have looked it thanks to her somewhat lithe aesthetic, but Endivia was a pure-blooded member of the race, born and raised on Vegeta. After all those years spent on Earth, she was finally striking out again – this marvel of engineering was to be the focus of her endeavours.
West Capitol had been chosen as the venue, the bright of day keeping the woman’s bane – the Full Moon – out of sight, and thus out of mind. All of her attentions were focused solely upon setting up the stage. A double-decker coach parked neatly in an open plaza, its simple paintjob and appearance was concealed by a black backdrop that had been rolled out from compartments at its roof. But that was just one piece of the puzzle, for ‘Chicory’ herself was finalising the construction of the stage. Simple yet sturdy metalwork and toughened plastic and board forged a raised platform about four feet off the street, trapezoidal in formation, which jutted out from the bus’s flank.
Click!
“Perfect,” she smiled, nodding proudly. The final parts set; all she now needed was an audience. Sure enough, her efforts would not be in vain – flyers and posters had been frantically served out around the city the day prior as a means of advertising. There was still only so much she could do, but that had not deterred Endivia. The only ounce of worry in her soul so far was that of the moon, its gibbous form she had spied just a week ago being enough to make her wary of what time she had to work with. The last thing she wanted was to transform in the midst of a performance, and thus she had taken as many precautions as necessary. The deeply tinted windows of her tour bus provided both privacy and protection, from peeping toms and Blutz Waves alike.
Eager to get the show on the road, so to speak, she briskly moved back into the confines of the vehicle itself. Behind black veil she had prepared it all – the necessary speakers and amplitudes to make her melodies resonate louder, further and more energetically. Plus, to add to it all, a set of recording equipment was primed and ready to sample her works live! When the time came, people could easily purchase a copy of the performance for their own entertainment, an eternal memory of what the guitarist hoped to be another exceptional and well-received concert.
“Huh,” the dark-haired demoiselle mused, tidying her hair a bit before donning a simple headset with wireless microphone. The ebony guitar that was Tohnari, her pride and joy, was quickly picked up and tuned: “I think I’m more hyped for this than my audience is…”
Ladies and gentlemen, let’s get this show going!
Endivia (eebc1d)
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Post by Edoma on Dec 30, 2016 19:03:25 GMT
[Thread PL: 23,582. Heavy Weights off]
One would think Edoma would have learned by now to stop taking random papers he finds in the western frontier, however, this time he wasn’t planning on looking for any trouble. In fact, he made a conscious decision to take things easy, without anyone else telling him to do so. He went as far as to forgo wearing his weights, giving his recovering leg a much needed break, or rather rest would be the preferred term in this case. This time the flyer Edo picked up wasn’t a wanted poster, it was an ad for a concert going on in the capitol. Now normally, the young saiyan wouldn’t care too much about some Earth concert, however he heard something very interesting about the performer. Apparently, she was a full blooded saiyan named Chicory, complete with a tail, not that a tail meant you were full blooded. Which also begged the question, is she really full blooded with such an unsaiyan name. Of course, Edoma is considered saiyan, and he is admittedly only half.
As the teen made his way into the second capitol city he’d been in, he got this nagging feeling that something was off, like he was forgetting something. His armor? No he left that back in Valley Village to get repaired. Instead the teen was wearing average earth clothes, which he had to admit, while they felt very odd and loose on his body, he looked pretty good in.
“Ah well, if it’s anything important I’m sure I’ll think of it.” He assured himself, heading over to the stage. The hybrid purchased a ticket with what little money he had left, then filed into his seat. He was honestly a little shocked that there were so many humans there, considering what he went through up north, he thought everyone would hate this Chicory. Honestly it was refreshing to see. That being said, none of their power levels really stood out, not that it made much of a difference, though it did make the young half breed ever so slightly uncomfortable, though that could have just been the cast on his leg shifting again. The only power he felt came from behind the stage itself, no doubt belonging to the singer
The sun was now high up in the sky. Gazing into the sky, the teen realize what had been vexing him earlier. If he wasn’t mistaken, tonight was a full moon. Well that explained why the show was set for during the day rather than at night. A giant monkey showing up to perform would probably go less than good, though it'd certainly be entertaining. The thought of a singing Oozaru, grunting barely recognizable lyrics caused a small chuckle to escape from the teen. At least his own tail wouldn't cause any ape-involved trouble
That wasn't to say Edoma's tail wouldn't at least be an inconvenience, as the people behind him began tripping over it as they filed into the seats.
“Do you Earthlings not understand how to avoid some ones tail? Your planet has animal people for crying out loud.” Edo grumbled to himself, wrapping his tail around his waist. Finally comfortable, and the pain of feet on his brown furred appendage gone, the teen settled in, ready to watch, and hopefully enjoy the saiyan performer.
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Post by Big Train on Dec 30, 2016 23:38:14 GMT
[HWs ON: 5,753 PL]
Whenever Big Train wasn't training with Beryl, he was wandering around Earth. He was ever on a journey for challenging training and adventures. It was surprising how strong he's gotten so quickly, though he still had a long way to go to be as strong as someone like Beryl. Not to mention that he hadn't worked on his ki channeling AT ALL! But that was a problem for another day. Today, it just so happened that on this faithful day Big Train found himself riding around the streets of West Capitol on his cherry red Air Bike 1000.
He was on his way from the harsh deserts of the western frontiers to the harsh snow covered north. He was in a pursuit for extreme training and decided to start with extreme heat and cold. Maybe gravity next? However, while stopped at a red light, he found his eyes drawn to a poster that was plastered to the side of the adjacent building. "A concert?" Big Train thought, it had been a while since he had seen live music.
So without giving it much thought at all, he revved up his bike's engine and accelerated straight to this Chicory's concert. He had never heard of her before, but he wasn't really all that in touch with the modern music scene. But he figured that as long as there was some guitar playing involved, then he was sure that he would be pleased. When Big Train arrived at the location of the show, he would waste no time in poofing his hover bike back into its capsule form and purchasing a ticket. He wanted to make sure that he had a good view of the show. Big Train would then join the crowd that was starting to form in front of the stage, waiting for the show to start.
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Post by Samba on Dec 31, 2016 22:58:02 GMT
 BEHOLD THE HORRORS.
● ● ● ● THEY LURK BENEATH. THE SHADOWS OF REMORSE. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW OF COURSE. BUT I FORCE. A NEW JUDGMENT DAY. "A concert, eh?" Samba scratched the back of his head as he read the poster one more time, in it described about a Concert that would soon take place in West City, the word pulled back memories of his brief time with Belle, a previous blue-skinned member of the Galactic Patrol, the woman herself an idol that regularly had to be called off duty because of her other job as a Diva. He was sad to see her go almost a year ago when her job as a celebrity meant that she didn't have time anymore to patrol the Galaxy with them, but at least they parted without any hostility and instead as friends, so that was cool. It would be interesting to watch this Chicory's concert, he wondered what kind of music or style did she have when she went on stage. Was she the ones that screamed incoherently about the impurity of the world? Perhaps a lovely soul that sang about the wonders of the world, life, and the galaxy? Perhaps just someone that loved to sing whatever it came to her mind but with a hidden passion that belied her race? She was a Saiyan, after all; a race normally attributed to senseless battles, destruction and killing thanks to what the SSE did back then when they invaded the Earth to conquer it. Perhaps this concert was just what Earth needed to stop the prejudice they had about the Saiyans. He could definitely say that he was part of that group, no one could exactly blame him if they knew his backgrounds, but that was neither here nor there for now. Shaking his head, the Zoan checked the location where the concert would take place before he was off, soon enough after forking some of the cash he had on his person (not much, if he was honest...), he pocketed the ticket that he was given and soon enough he was standing in the mass of people loitering around. Looking around, the Zoan tried to see if he could spot anything of interest, but besides the fairly odd numbers of high power levels that dotted the place, nothing else was of interest for the tall dark furred Zoanthrope. Crossing his arms over his muscled chest, having foregone a shirt once again and instead wore a simple unzipped vest, he waited like the rest for the show to start.
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Endivia
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Post by Endivia on Jan 1, 2017 0:30:05 GMT
Power Level – 12,704
Tier 2 Shop – Active
Word Count – 515
Wow, looks like I roped in quite the crowd already… A little surprised by the success of the turnabout, even prior to her performance, Endivia took a moment to observe the gathering numbers from the relative seclusion of backstage. At first, just a few had shown up, but now the numbers were rapidly growing – Earthlings of many a shape and size taking seats or milling about within the vicinity. Humans, Zoanthropes and Majin alike graced the girl with their curious presence, and she could have sworn she recognised one or two of the people that had congregated nearest the stage. Typical fanatics, perhaps a few diehards from her previous run of fame. Nonetheless, they were as welcome as the myriad of new faces.
With a flick of a switch and the tap of a button at her headset’s side, the taupe-tailed traveller stepped out from behind the blackened veil of secrecy and onto the stage proper. The gleam of her guitar, well-treated and finely tuned, belied the length of time that the simplistic instrument had served her. It might as well have been fresh from a specialist’s store. Jet shirt, chalky purple shrug and ivory denim jeans – the woman’s typical code – comprised her outfit once more. Around her left thigh, bare-skinned by the cut away leg of her bottoms, she had wrapped the iconic tail of the Saiyajin race. It was on display, but out of the way.
She inhaled, silently counted to three in time with each forward step.
“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen of the West!” the Saiyaness called out, her voice resonating clearly. With one hand raised, she gave the audience a wave, some of the front crowd already struggling to contain their excitement and anticipation. Dark hair fluttered lightly in the gentle lunchtime breeze, while the strings of Tohnari glistered like silver in the sun’s warming rays. Chocolate eyes swept the audience, a smile worn upon her face at the reception. There were certainly quite a few unique individuals amongst the populace, but none stood out so much as the more alien encounters she had been a part of in days past.
“Chicory’s the name,” the performer introduced herself: “Some of you might know me from a few years ago – I was a small-time guitarist steadily working my way up. I may be a Saiyan, born and bred, but I’ve been passionate about music since I was just a kid. I even left my home planet to come here, just so I could share my love of music with the people who appreciate it most! I’m not going to keep you all waiting any longer! I thought I’d start the show off with something steady, haunting, but powerful to whet your appetites. Enjoy!”
With a graceful flick of her wrist, Endivia muted the mic as she brought her hand down to Tohnari’s body. Slowly, she began to pick away at the strings – a serene rhythm of light notes that cycled for a few seconds. Anticipation welled within her soul, focused and honed as the power started to crackle through the chords…
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Post by Edoma on Jan 1, 2017 17:09:00 GMT
As the young hybrid sat in patient anticipation, more and more people started streaming in. It was a shocking relief for the teen honestly, with all of the hate for saiyans around on this planet, seeing a group of humans and Zoans alike gathered full of excitement for a full blooded saiyan really helped take his mind off of what happened up north. What was even more of a shock, were the higher power levels that started showing up to the event. Edo took a moment to try and locate the energy sources, see if they were possible anyone he recognized. So far, no, though it didn’t really bother the teen. However, it seemed to bother the people sitting behind him, as he felt a tap on his shoulder. Edoma looked down to see a human couple having a hard time seeing past the now standing teen. He was a little confused at first as per why they needed to see anything, though his confusion quickly vanished when the crowd erupted into a raucous cheering. The saiyan turned around to see the performer herself walking down stage.
Of course the first thing Edoma looked for was his race’s signature tail, which he easily spotted wrapped around her waist.
“Well, either she’s at least part saiyan, full saiyan, or has a great costume designer.” He thought to himself, eliciting a small giggle.
“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen of the West!” resounded the performer, bringing forth another wave of cheers. Now it became clearer who were current fans and who were new. The current fans easily stood out, their cheers louder, a few people literally jumping out of their seats. Now a majority of people were standing anyways, leading Edo to wonder why he had to sit to begin with. Earth Concerts are strange, why can’t humans decide if they want to sit or stand? In all honesty Edoma was a little skeptical, having never been to a concert before.
“Chicory’s the name,” the performer began: “Some of you might know me from a few years ago – I was a small-time guitarist steadily working my way up. I may be a Saiyan, born and bred, but I’ve been passionate about music since I was just a kid. I even left my home planet to come here, just so I could share my love of music with the people who appreciate it most! I’m not going to keep you all waiting any longer! I thought I’d start the show off with something steady, haunting, but powerful to whet your appetites. Enjoy!”
That caught the teen’s attention, another person from his home planet coming to earth to pursue their goals, just like he did. Hearing this filled the teen with a warm comforting feeling. If that didn’t quell his skepticism, what came next did, as the instrument strum to life, creating a slow, peaceful, but eerie melody. It was mystifying, sending a small chill through the half breeds own tail.
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Post by Big Train on Jan 2, 2017 0:39:56 GMT
At first Big Train sensed Edoma's power level, it was strong. A bit stronger than his own when he wasn't wearing training weights. But then he was hit by a power level so massive that he responded physically, jumping at bit at the realization of it. Big Train would swing his head around, peering left and right, looking to see the source of the power with his own eyes. He would eventually find the source of it.
He would spy Samba, the wolf zoanthrope. Very interesting, Big Train thought. It wasn't every day you find a power like his. But he decided to play it cool, he didn't like bugging people like the paparazzi. Though he was somewhat known for his ostentatious displays. But Samba faded from his mind when the the musician came out to craft her music. The large teenager would slump a bit, so that the folks behind him had a better chance of seeing over his large frame. It was something he had long since gotten use to.
But that didn't detract from the experience at all, oh no. Big Train couldn't help but be entranced by the performer's beauty. Perhaps it was her physical appearance, or perhaps it was the soul of an artist that attracted him. Probably both. He definitely could see why Chicory was drawing such a big crowd, her song was a work of beauty and mastery over an instrument. People would always find the creatively adept alluring.
Probably more so than the strongest martial artists. But that was probably for the best, the art of music serves a deeper role than the art of war. But as long as the world needed protecting, Big Train would be a warrior. Music always caused him to reflect, and that's what he would be caught up in doing as the Saiyan played her song.
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Post by Samba on Jan 2, 2017 18:06:59 GMT
BEHOLD THE HORRORS.
● ● ● ● THEY LURK BENEATH. THE SHADOWS OF REMORSE. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW OF COURSE. BUT I FORCE. A NEW JUDGMENT DAY. "You might not believe this, boy, but music can calm even the most troubled souls. Never forget that, my son."Samba didn't know what his Father was talking about way back when, they two being done training and gazing up at the stars and the large full moon above, the cacophony of the wildlife of the forest ringing all around them as background sound when the large Zoan had voiced this strange statement. As a pup, he merely thought that his Father was trying to look cool and wise to his son by spouting some random dash of knowledge. Now, in the present, hearing this woman know as Chicory work her magic finger on that instrument, bringing all sort of tunes and melody into being... He could finally see what his Father was trying to tell him all those years ago. "Father..." Samba sighed through his nose, a forlorn smile stretching his muzzle into a pitiful expression. "I wish you could be here to hear this with me..." Nostalgia gripped tightly at his heart, squeezing the organ minutely with more force before he shook those feelings away. Not the time to get all emotional in a concert that was supposed to be for fun. Trying to get the groove of the music, Samba's feet started to tap a staccato beat onto the ground, and his shoulders started to slowly shake and move with the music. Even his head started to nod up and down as his tail wagged behind him softly from side to side. 'Oh yeah, that's much, MUCH better.'Some of the patrons that were standing around him gave the Zoan odd looks, but the wolfman could care less, he came here to see what was the big deal about a concert, and now that he realized how fun it was started to be he planned to make the best of it at any cost. Who would have thought that a Saiyan could create something so peaceful and harmonious and not something that partook in bloodshed and destruction?
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Power Level: 177,280
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Ki Points: Samba 3/3 MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0 |
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Endivia
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Oozaru (x10)
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Tag: @endivia
OOC Name: Vio
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Post by Endivia on Jan 3, 2017 19:35:29 GMT
Power Level – 12,704
Tier 2 Shop – Active
Word Count – 586
Her first melody was well-received. Just as she had promised, the way her fingers worked the strings of her guitar had created something mysterious – an ethereal charge that made the musician feel simultaneously at ease, and yet ready to spark to life. She wondered if her efforts were in vain at first, still trucking through the rigours that she had imposed upon herself for the sake of this single performance, but her eyes soon caught the audience. Their energies stifled by what could only be labelled as respect for her songs, all of that excitement had to go somewhere! The tapping of feet, the bobbing of heads, the serene swaying; it all made her smile.
Each chord played struck home, and not just to those who had come to observe. Endivia’s own body subject to the raw power, she could not help but move her own form to the rhythm as it washed across, ebbing and flowing like the tide. The strings of Tohnari visibly illuminated by the passive Ki charge that coursed through vein and chord, the instrument continued to wail its unnerving melody at its owner’s grace. Recollection of memories was a strange thing, but it came to her anyway…
“How does that guitar even make those sounds, eh?” her old manager had asked of her, curious as to what mechanisms were hidden away within the ebon guitar’s body. Chicory recalled his surprise – there was no technological trickery involved in Tohnari’s form back then, nor was there any now. It was the same simple piece that she had taken up, treating it with the kind of respect that most Saiyans wouldn’t think about giving to anyone but themselves. So close was her bond with the guitar that through means that even she was not wholly aware of, she had learned to channel her Ki through it as if it were an extension of her own flesh and blood.
“Tohnari can make pretty much any noise I want it to,” the dark–haired dame remembered telling him: “I’ve been taught that a sword is only ever as sharp as the person who wields it, so the same goes for a guitar, right? I’ve been pouring my heart and soul into my music for as long as I care to remember, and I guess that resonates with Tohnari– uh– No pun intended…”
“…Is that so?”
The melody’s end came about sooner than she had expected, gently coaxing Endivia from her memories alongside the strings’ waning cries. Dark eyes settled on the audience, now picking out individuals who seemed the most heavily enamoured by her works. Few and far between they were, or it was just too hard to tell. Though, she soon noticed the presence of a certain Zoanthrope – a man who practically towered above the rest by virtue of sleek dark fur, lycanthropic visage and powerful build. Heck, whoever he was, he had a body that could make many a male Saiyajin jealous.
Strangely, it reminded her of familial ties.
Lots of memories coming back to me today, so I guess it’s time for something a bit fiercer! Thoughts rippling with enthusiasm, flickers of the past still teasing her visions, Chicory turned. Her stance shifted, feet spaced apart for balance, head held high. Once more with feeling she worked her magic, Tohnari’s pitch and cry shifting without complaint as she worked the strings. From neck to base the silvery lengths blazed bright as a surge of Ki – wild and yet rhythmic – filled the taught fibres…
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Post by Edoma on Jan 3, 2017 22:06:54 GMT
Watching Chicory work her magic on the guitar was truly a sight to see, as if the two were bonded together. Edo felt the notes resonate within himself, each one placing the teen floating in a thick liquid, no light around him. However, as the first song ended, the hybrid was brought back to reality, once again surrounded by the mass of fans and listeners. He decided to see how the two other high power levels were enjoying the show. He noticed both Big Train and Samba entranced by the performance, though the teen laughed when he noticed a few attendees were struggling to see past the large Zoanthrope. Another giggle escaped the half breed, as he wondered if the wolf man was wagging his tail in excitement. As the thought crossed his mind, Edo decided to unravel his own tail, allowing it to swing freely, giving it a few sways himself. The saiyans distraction didn’t last long, as the guitar brought a new melody to life.
This once again transported the young warrior, only rather than with the haunting serenity on the previous song, this one had a fiery, sort of hopeful for Edo, reel to it. He could envision himself fighting some menacing enemy, oddly enough only with the help of one, if not all of the high power levels present. It was truly an exhilarating tune. As the saiyan performer played, the teen noticed a spark of ki flow through the taut strings of the instrument, giving them a noticeable glow. The humans would probably think it was just special effects, though the three, technically four more empowered individuals would no doubt notice.
Needless to say, Edoma was actually awed by the display, though he himself really didn’t know why at first. Perhaps it was the simple and pure sound emanating from the guitar, or the way Chicory presented herself. No, it was both, and more. The way the two were in perfect harmony with each other. It was the power of a saiyan, placed into something so seemingly mundane, transforming it into something greater than the sum of the two parts, being the performer, and her instrument.
(OOC: I love that song, though its not my all time favorite, I’d say it goes 3. Dialga fight 2. Boss Battle theme 1. Defy the Legends/Rayquaza fight [which really needs a metal mix])
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Post by Big Train on Jan 4, 2017 5:40:47 GMT
(Short post, I'll be a bit busy tomorrow and don't want to hold things up)
Yes, yes indeed. This was a musician Big Train could get behind. Most definitely. The seamless shift from a ballad to a rockin' tune, pure mastery of the craft. It reminded him of his own inabilities when he tried his hand at flamenco guitar back in the orphanage. But Chicory definitely made him want to try and pick it up again.
The current song she was playing was definitely the type Big Train could move his body to, like some of the other folks in the crowd. Even the wolf zoan swayed his tail in appreciation, as did the rest of him. But Big Train's intense shyness kept him from doing so, instead he just simply nodded his head along to the song.
That is when he noticed the glow of ki running along the neck of the guitar. Of course, stupid on him, he should've sensed her power level long ago. His energy sensing was still a work in progress. But she was a martial artist and a musician? A match made in heaven. Plus she was a Saiyan on top of all of that. All Big Train knew was that when this concert was over, it would be over much too soon.
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Post by Samba on Jan 8, 2017 0:10:07 GMT
BEHOLD THE HORRORS.
● ● ● ● THEY LURK BENEATH. THE SHADOWS OF REMORSE. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW OF COURSE. BUT I FORCE. A NEW JUDGMENT DAY. Now we were talking! Chicory was now making that guitar bleed with a new song, and this one was a doozy! He felt almost reinvigorated in a way, as the thrums and the riffs of the guitar sparked against his soul and created a cacophony of sounds that gave energy to those around the large Zoan. The Zoan couldn't help it any longer, as he finally began to sway and dance slightly against the beat of the music, his large frame almost knocking over a few of the fans of Chicory that came to watch her work her magic. On any other day he'd feel sorry about knocking people over, but right now he was having too much fun dancing to give a damn! "Hey, watch it furball!" One of the bystanders said heatedly, but Samba merely flipped them off after he stopped spinning for a bit. "Sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of my soul bursting at the seams!" The offended onlooker gritted their teeth before their friend pulled them away. 'I feel like I can fight anyone and come out on top! This is amazing! My Father might have talked about music calming most souls, but right now I feel like I'm ready to fight anything!' With a hearty laugh, Samba looked back at the girl on stage and gave her double thumbs up. "Nice! I'm feeling it right now! Keep going!" He had spotted how her guitar seemed to crackle and give off wisps of electricity, to the mere untrained eye it might have seen as some light effects, but with his enhanced senses and energy sensing abilities, the Zoan could see how the Saiyan female was charging her guitar with her own Ki to produce this effect. It was nice, to see that such an energy could be used for something as mundane yet beautiful as playing a song to a group of fans. He kinda wished that Beryl was here with him right now, he'd loved to see how Ki was used for creation instead of destruction.
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Endivia
Archived
PL: 12,704
Oozaru (x10)
Zeni: 886
Tag: @endivia
OOC Name: Vio
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Post by Endivia on Jan 11, 2017 20:35:26 GMT
Power Level – 12,704
Tier 2 Shop – Active
Word Count – 523
There was something about the audience on this fine day that seemed different. That much Endivia had noticed through the throes of her first melody, but the second instrumental – not to mention the variability she had infused into it – seemed to have provoked a whole other level of spectatorship. There were different types of entertainer, sure, but there were also many a different breed of the entertained. Those who would rather sit or stand, allowing their senses to be overwhelmed, were usually the most common. Indeed, her dark eyes spied many such souls in the audience today. However, there were a few individuals who were making a spectacle of themselves in time to the music, and some who seemed a bit reluctant to do so.
Hmm…? Is that a tail…? Chicory’s eyes swept over the audience once more, broken momentarily from the ritual that was her performance. Sure enough, amongst the many bodies who swayed or bobbed or cheered to the music, dark irises caught wind of the striking silhouette of a Saiyan’s tail. Born and bred on Vegeta and influenced heavily by its surrounding star systems, recognition of such physiology came instantaneously – the sway of a lengthy brown coil was equal parts dissuading and inspiring. While her own taupe length remained bound around her thigh, seeing another Saiyajin move their tail to the rhythm was a notably fresh experience.
I can’t tell whose tail that is from here, she noted, shifting into the final movement. Tohnari’s chords crackled vividly, but there was still so much more energy to give to the ebony guitar. Silencing the beast that was her pride and joy was one of those things – the wielder knew exactly when the time to quell its wails came, and never did she dare to bring that moment sooner. Indeed, she allowed the ‘weapon’ to growl further still even as the melody receded, letting Tohnari’s roars wane of its own accord. They echoed, through the air and through her body alike, making their way out as she flicked the microphone back into place.
Some of the audience slowed; the tide of bodies was changing.
“Thank you, everyone!” she cheered, her hand giving the whole array of bodies a single wave of gratitude. Some started to applaud – music to the mysterious madam’s ears. Funnily enough, her senses still quavered with the chords of her performance, to the point where even the applause she received sounded like a continuation of her guitar’s cries. Or, just maybe, it was the senses of her audience that were still ignited by her antics? Regardless, two tracks were not enough to be considered a show. However, now was the time to try something that few other musicians – whether soloist, band or orchestra – seemed to attempt. It was time to make the audience part of the show!
“Now then,” Endivia grinned, “I noticed we’ve got some pretty good dancers in our audience today. So, as much as I’d love to hog the limelight, I’m going to give a few lucky folk a taste of what it’s like being on stage. I’ll need two, four… six of you! Any volunteers~?”
Sorry for the wait, I’m doing a work experience placement, so my posting time’s a bit thinner than usual!
Edoma
Big Train
Samba
Endivia (eebc1d)
Flashback Manager (111111)
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Post by Edoma on Jan 14, 2017 19:08:30 GMT
Edo felt a twitch in his length of brown fur, as if someone was watching it. That being said, there was a good chance that a good portion of the crowd was watching it, so the teen just passed it off as nothing to worry about. As the guitar started to simmer down, the young fighter could still feel the sound reverberating through him, his blood sill pumping furiously through his veins. Then apparently, something strange happened, not that the half saiyan would know that. Apparently, in an Earth concert, it’s uncommon for performers to call for audience members to come up on stage. Again, with this being Edoma’s first concert, he didn’t know that, so as soon as Chicory called for volunteers, the teen’s hand shot up almost immediately.
Now had this been a human performer, the hybrid would have kept his hand down, and let the earthlings show him how this was supposed to work. However, Chicory was a saiyan, and even if it was unspoken, or even unintentional by any means, Edo saw this as a challenge from one saiyan to another. Of course, the saiyan was hardly a song and dance man, more of a punch and kick man. Still, with what the teen had been through the last few months, he figured this sort of challenge was just what he needed to get himself back into his old self, even if it was quite new for him. So, he kept his hand in the air, showing just as much enthusiasm as before, though now having a miniscule second thought. It just felt so strange to him.
Thinking it would make him feel any more comfortable, Edoma looked towards Samba and Big Train, surely if the other higher power levels would volunteer for such an event, then there would be no shame in doing it himself. After all, he did come to earth thinking they knew how to get stronger, if either of them did this, it certainly wouldn’t be too much of a reach to believe this would somehow help the teen grow stronger. These thoughts permeated the saiyans mind, really all he was doing was trying his best to justify why on earth he was doing something so unlike him. Maybe it was the fellow saiyan on stage, the hope that the two other high powered beings would join him, or perhaps it was the sheer raw energy flowing through the crowd that convinced Edoma that he should not lower his hand.
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Post by Big Train on Jan 16, 2017 18:33:03 GMT
Volunteers to go up on stage and dance? Big Train wasn’t that brazen, not yet at least. Though Chicory’s tunes were breaking the shell of Big Train, causing his foot to tap and head to nod in rhythm. Big Train could bust a move like the best of them! As long as they weren’t around to see it… So for now he sat back and continued to watch. Maybe someday he would be able to join in and dance with no inhibitions.
The first thing he saw was a hand pop up through the crowd. He couldn’t really get a great view on the man from where he was in the crowd. But he most certainly felt his impressive power level. Dammit! Big Train’s naturally competitive nature and desire to grow stronger kicked in. He couldn’t sit by when someone stronger than him was willing to volunteer. Besides, dancing with these heavy weights on might prove to be good training!
So with that the big man named Big Train leaped high up into the air, leaving the crowd beneath, and behind him. He would soar through the air like a cannon ball and land on the stage with a mighty thud. He would cock his hand up in a confident fist and say-shout to Chicory, “Let’s do this!”. She was even prettier, the big goof couldn’t help but think. Before turning to back to the crowd, Big Train would peer back over his shoulder, to Edoma, who he would give a challenging smirk to. As he prepared to dance, he indeed turned to face the crowd and gave a glance towards the wolf man with the enormous power level. Big Train was curious if he would join in too. It might be a little hard to dance next to a power level so distracting. But on the other hand, watching someone so powerful move around might give him a few ideas for more than just dancing.
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