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Post by Purika on Jan 23, 2017 22:52:22 GMT
Purika would be walking down one of the many roads of the Capital. He'd have his power suppressed to a standard saiyan power level, which was 2,500, so he wouldn't attract unwanted attention. He also had his weights on today. He'd already went to his dad's house to say hi, which his Step-Mom lived with. His real mother had died during birth, sadly not able to see her. Purika's father never blamed him for it, as he stayed positive most of the time. He also left his ship docked at his old residence, so he he wouldn't be worried about that. His legionaries had been out visiting their families, not having seen them in a good while also.
Purika sighed, before sucking a bit of air back in. He'd cross his arms, thinking of something to do. Then, an idea hit him! He could go to a training facility and train a few troops, but he'd have to restrain himself or he'd most likely disable them, which is something he didn't want happening.
Purika walk down a few more roads before making it to a known training facility. He'd enter it's door, looking around and scanning the area. He'd crack his knuckles, before walking over to an attendant. "Is it alright that I train here?" The attendant would speak. "Go ahead." The attendant would then returning to what he was doing. Purika would turn, before walking up to one of the arenas, looking around for someone to spar.
[Thread PL: 36,723] [Weighted PL: 18,362] [Suppressed PL: 2,500] [ Zoraba ]
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Post by Zoraba on Jan 25, 2017 7:09:51 GMT
[13,775 PL + Heavy Weights = 3,444 Thread PL]
Zoraba was walloping the heavy sandbag inside the facility, his gloved fists bouncing off it’s leathery surface as they weighed him down. Gnashing his teeth as his body was strained by his use of heavy weights, his full power being incredibly difficult to completely grasp while training this way. Nearby floated his surrogate father Lise, the short bug like alien observing and keeping his protruding eyes on the surroundings. “Come on boy have you not thrashed that device long enough?” he questioned the saiyan.
The burly male huffed and stopped the bag’s swing with his open palm. “I must train Lise, do you wish for someone to overtake me?” he smirked “Perhaps luck with grace me and I shall meet a challenge.” His balled fists going back to assaulting the sandbag with vigor, hitting it harder than before. “Boy, all you’ve had are challenges, I’m beginning to wonder if you truly are destine to control the universe.” Lise spoke with an air of salt, taunting Zoraba.
His reaction was more than Lise bargained for as Zoraba gave the bag a hefty quick kick, uprooting it from the floor and sending it flying at the creature. The bug zipped out of the way dodging the collision just barely and panting midair “What do you think you’re trying to do!?” Demanding an explanation which was met with a cackle. “Father’ remember your place, and your tongue.” Zoraba spat. The heavy bag now spilling it’s contents across the floor and causing a stir of commotion within the facility. Not the first piece of equipment the barrel chested saiyan had broken however.
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Post by Purika on Jan 25, 2017 21:47:40 GMT
Purika listened as a commotion started in facility. Purika was curious as to what this was, turning around to see a bug flying in midair, panting. Purika sprinted over, before stopping in a small crowd. One saiyan male had seen the whole thing, telling the crowd what happened. Purika would continue listening to the two, apparently the bug-like man was the assaulting saiyans father. Purika assumed this was his surrogate father. It wouldn't make sense if his name was Father, but some people did things that didn't make sense. Purika watched as the contents of the bag spilled on the floor. Also, what the hell was he wearing? No shirt, which was perfectly alright with Purika, but his feet. Purika grinned a bit, keeping himself from laughing. That was besides the point, Purika was going to go and investigate. Purika pushed through the spectating crowd, smirking as he walked up in front of them all. He'd look at the alien man a bit, before looking at the weirdly dressed saiyan. "Why'd you have to do that? Also..." Purika eyed the saiyan a bit more. "What the hell are you wearing."
The surrounding crowd was also holding themselves back from laughing a bit, but most of them would have sense not to laugh at anyone with a power level higher than most of theirs. Purika would cross his arms, a usual thing for him to do, waiting on a reply.
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Post by Zoraba on Jan 26, 2017 1:02:10 GMT
A hairy and cocked eyebrow greeted Purika, Zoraba giving him a dead stare after hearing his questions. “Wearing…?” the hairy saiyan looking down at his clothing and grunted “The garb of a warrior!” he answered. Giving Purika a once over before smirking “Zoraba is not one to cower behind his armor.” Lise piping in afterward “It is much more then he wore back on my planet, a ratty old loincloth at best.” Zoraba shooting the bug a look “With such little clothing to choose from, either a loincloth or something fit for you.” Spitting back at his parent which earned him a mighty roll of the eyes.
The laughter in the crowd could be heard, mild as it was by Zoraba, his eyes glaring at all who surrounded him. “Your machine is meant to be beaten upon, Zoraba hadn’t known my people were so keen on protecting their... junk” he scoffed as his mind jumped back to his bought with Habana’s mother. She too had been peeved at him for breaking the equipment or roughhousing within the facility. Snorting he looked back at Purika “Who are you anyway?”
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Post by Purika on Jan 26, 2017 3:45:32 GMT
Purika listened as Zoraba spoke about what he was wearing, before giving his own comment on the matter. "I'm not saying you should cower behind armor, just wear something appropriate. Take me, for instance, im wearing a jumpsuit." Purika then looked at Zoraba's feet. "Im also wearing shoes that don't have my feet showing." The bug caught Purika's attention when he spoke, looking and listening before turning back to find Zoraba replying. Purika now used his context clues. "Well, I can see why you wear that."
Purika paused as the crowd laughed, before Zoraba spoke yet again. Asking why we were protecting our machinery and who he was. "The reason we protect our stuff is because we have to pay to replace or repair it. Also, my name is Purika. I learned yours while you were speaking." Purika was a bit amused to say the least. Zoraba was like a primitive saiyan in his view. Maybe he could teach him one or two things about society. Zoraba was also strong for a primitive one like himself, but you could never tell with those types.
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Post by Zoraba on Jan 26, 2017 5:17:05 GMT
Thick arms crossed Zoraba’s chest as he was lectured on his clothing choices. “Appropriate?” the saiyan looking over the jumpsuit and shook his head. Toes gripping onto the floor while his short tail whipped behind him revealing his annoyance. “You appear to be a superficial one hm?” Looking Purika in the eye as he spoke now “Zoraba does not have time for such things. His skin is tough, years of a wild life will grant you that. Strength accompanies this, maybe you should feel the soil beneath your feet.” Showing off his wide mouth full of gleaming white fangs.
“Repair? Pay?” he rolled his eyes and dropped his arms “I thought we were a race of WARRIORS! Why do you all whine like pups? You go out there and take new things” shrugging his shoulders. “Zoraba has no idea how you have managed without him, so weak.” His eyes look back at Purika again, letting out a cackle. "So tell me Purika did you come here to bark or to bite? Zoraba was under the impression that only the women on this planet had any guts.”
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Post by Purika on Jan 26, 2017 12:05:59 GMT
Purika continued listening as Zoraba continued his lecture, watching as Zoraba's tail whipped about. A bit shorter than usual, probably a defect of some sort. Purika would ready himself for a reply on Zoraba calling him 'superficial'. "I'm far from superficial." Purika continued listening on, before Zoraba finished his sentence and showing his teeth. Purika observed them. Maybe another defect or a result of him living under specific conditions? His teeth sort of looked like fangs in the Oozaru form. "A wild life? I grew strong perfectly well without being under those conditions. I'd also rather not walk around with my feet hitting every sharp thing on the ground." Purika laughed under his breath a bit, before stopping, and continued listening.
Purika continued listening as Zoraba talked about them being a warrior race and taking things for their own. "We are a warrior race indeed, but we have a sense of being civilized. We take from the enemy, we don't just go around stealing everything that we want. At least most don't." Purika listened on once more, before replying once more. "So I'm weak? I bet you haven't even scanned my power level yet." Purika hadn't actually scanned Zoraba's either, taking the time to do so quickly. Purika's scouter scanned Zoraba quickly, before giving out an estimate of 3,444. Purika would have to raise his also, to make sure Zoraba wouldn't call him weak.
He'd loosen up his ki suppression, so it'd show a higher level than before. After he was done, it came to an estimate of 5,000. Purika listened yet again to what Zoraba had to say, apparently about his 'bark' or 'bite'. "So you want a fight? I can gladly give you one if that's what you want." Purika smirked, waiting for anything else Zoraba would say.
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Post by Zoraba on Feb 21, 2017 7:27:11 GMT
Zoraba didn’t even bother to return the social grace of scanning Purika, instead putting his money where his mouth is and leaping directly at the saiyan and throwing a few fists at his face. “Speaking my language finally you pampered dog!” Zoraba howled out before throwing a mighty knee at Purika’s gut. The Saiyan Jumped back after that exchange whether he had struck or not and cracked his knuckles with grotesque pops.
Lyse quickly flew backwards away from the confrontation, growing more concerned by the second. “Boy, this really isn’t the place. That strong female gave you a beating for roughhousing before. Do you want her to show back up an-” Zoraba shot his father a look of annoyance which shut the bug up quickly.
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Post by Purika on Mar 3, 2017 23:46:45 GMT
Purika would watch as the underdressed saiyan sprung forward at him. Purika would smirk, the saiyan was brave. Purika was going to give the saiyan a chance, even though it wouldn't do much. He would watch as the saiyan threw a barrage of fists forward at him. Purika's instincts quickly redirected some ki to his face to protect from Zoraba's strikes. Sure enough, they hit his face, though, with Purika holding his head back a bit. He would not flinch, though. He had not moved either, listening as the crowd conversated among themselves.
The punches did no damage. Purika would listen as the saiyan spoke while sending his knee thrusting straight towards Purika. Purika would laugh. "I guarantee you, I am no pampered dog." Purika's laugh would continue, amusement being heard in his tone as he spoke. Purika would raise his right hand quickly to where the saiyans knee was heading, grabbing it. He would listen as the 'father' would speak about the female who gave him a beating before. Purika would laugh at the saiyan, as well as the crowd. But, there was a female queen.
Two in previous years. Purika would wrap almost all of his hand around the saiyans knee, before applying force and squeezing it. "I can do the job just as well as her." Purika would direct this towards Zoraba's 'father', looking at him. Purika would turn back to look Zoraba straight in the face. Purika would raise his left hand, reinforcing it with ki. While he still had his grip on Zoraba, he would quickly lower his fist and would slam it straight into Zoraba's jaw. Purika was trying to send this saiyan straight to the ground, hitting his jaw with amazing force.
If this hit, Zoraba's jaw sure would be aching for a while. Also, the group watching would laugh at him if it went through.
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Post by Zoraba on Mar 8, 2017 7:43:33 GMT
Zoraba had been knocked backwards by a strike to the jaw, knocked onto his ass he glared up at Purika as he stroked his chin “This is the spirit! This is what I had seeked!” The saiyan laughed out louder than anyone and jumped back up to his feet with a flip “It is good to see that even our pampered dogs can bite.”
Zoraba smirked at Purika “Throw away your collar and bondage and find your spirit again brother.” He slapped his naked chest and snickered a little more “A true warrior you could be one day if you desired. You could even match me at some point hm?” Sneering then “There is much doubt”
It was then Lyse flew in front of Zoraba and floated alarmingly “Child I say it is time we just leave, you have managed not to destroy enough to make that woman mad. Let us leave before someone who matters arrives.”
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Post by Purika on Mar 12, 2017 19:57:24 GMT
Purika's grin reappeared as his reinforced punch collided with Zoraba's jaw, watching him fall to the floor after the impact. Purika would look down at him. He would just fold his arms. The saiyan wasn't much of a threat to him at the moment, so he felt no need to take it seriously. So, Zoraba wanted a fight. Purika would give him just that, not even trying to get a bit of distance from Zoraba. People crowded around spectating the event. Purika would keep his eyes locked onto Zoraba as he laughed and got back to his feet, appearing to not be affected, continuing to call him a dog.
Purika would chuckle at the under-dressed man's comment. "You really don't know who you're fucking with, do you?" Purika would say, amused. Purika would listen to Zoraba's excessive comments, replying quickly afterward. "You really are a fool..." Purika would say, taking a short pause before continuing. "I am over FIVE times stronger than you, even while I'm wearing my weights!" Purika was amused at how stupid this saiyan was, he truly believed that he was not stronger. Purika's grin would return again. "I AM a true warrior!" Purika would say, balling his fist.
Purika would watch as the alien adoptive father of Zoraba would fly in between the two of them, causing him to frown. The alien had something he didn't like. "So, I don't matter?" Purika would reply, throwing his arm up and swatting the alien aside. Purika would turn his attention back to Zoraba after he did so, his grin returning to his lips. "Shall we continue or fight?" Purika would ask, before continuing to speak. "Right here or in the arena?" Maybe swatting the saiyans adoptive father aside might tick the saiyan off, he could only guess.
Purika wanted to see how much of a fight this saiyan could put up, folding his arms again. Purika's scouter readings could tell him that the saiyan was pretty weak.
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Post by Zoraba on May 6, 2017 0:22:27 GMT
Zoraba cocked an apathetic eyebrow as Purika made his sad attempt to goad him into a fight, which Zoraba desired. However his bug dad was right in that this was ultimately a fruitless endeavor. A sneer from the beast like man as he glared at the antagonizer “You said it yourself, you don’t matter.” Zoraba made his way out of the facility now heading for the door. The small bug like man named Lise climbed back to his feet, a little dazed. Catching glimpse of the departing Zoraba he spat at Purika “Scum, one day you’ll be paying for that." Zipping past him and after his son “And what do you think you’re doing not defending me, boy?” A hectic chuckle as the burly man stepped out of the door “Remember, you’re the one who told me not to fight.”
Thread Exit (Pl plz)
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Post by Purika on May 11, 2017 0:50:09 GMT
Purika continued to stay still as his eyes watched Zoraba, waiting to see if he was going to accept or decline his request. His ears detected that he started speaking, and he heard something he didn’t like. A small frown began to form on his face. He also declined his request to fight, which disappointed irritated Purika a bit. He was itching for a good fight, he was sure that the man would be able to put up a decent one.
Purika’s frown became a bit more visible as the man walked around him. He turned his body around, his eyes trailing him as he began to exit the facility. “I really should knock some sense into you,”, he stated, “but I have some self-control.”
Purika grinned a bit after this remark. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the bug man got to his feet. He turned his head a bit as he watched him take to the air. He had his own remark which seemed pretty funny to Purika. “We’ll see about that, weakling.”, he remarked.
Both of them proceeded to exit the facility, Purika now paying attention to the crowd. They’d been discussing among themselves. Most were disappointed that the two didn’t fight, which would’ve been something they could’ve enjoyed. Purika now turned towards the crowd. “If someone wants to fight me, I'm still available.”, he said with a grin on his face.
He cracked his knuckles, only getting a few volunteers. He fought them in the ring and took every one of them down rather quickly, eventually taking his leave after all his opponents were beaten.
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Bing Gan
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PL: 374,871
Enlightenment (x16P), S. Ascension (x23)
Zeni: 13,528
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OOC Name: Bing/Biggums/TruetoCaesar
Posts: 3,722
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Post by Bing Gan on May 11, 2017 7:34:08 GMT
Purika, your Word Count is 1,885 and your Zeni Gains are: 2,121!
Current Zeni Total: 10,116 > NEW Zeni Total: 12,237!
Zoraba, your Word Count is 1,064 and your PL Gains are: 1,703!
Current PL Total: 15,732 > NEW PL Total: 17,434!
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