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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2017 4:19:38 GMT
Lizbeth had recently gone under a transformation. Exchanging her normal attire for her new attire she deemed perfect. Her new shirt being a black sleeveless turtleneck shirt, paired with loose fitting pants tied together with her new belt. On her arm, a reasonably sized red armband was tied with a small cat face insignia. To finish off her new appearance, she wore a pair of red street fighting gloves that matched her explosive personality. She was constantly bragging about her uprising and her new clothes to Kimo, who tried calming her down with her smirk as they made their way to a community garden they grew in the Bamboo forests. It was average for Lizbeth to view the gardens she worked on in the Bamboo forests with Kimo, but this was exceptionally different from normal. Her gardens were destroyed it seemed, and while Kimo was depressed over it, Lizbeth was absolutely livid. She gathered her Ki, dust and dirt below her flying up around her as her newly bought clothing rattled and ragged against her skin. Her fired up blood looking for something's ass to kick as she pounded her fist into her glove, growling at a low tone before firing a small Ki blast into a nearby bamboo patch, exploding and causing smoke to rise inside the forest of green and blue stalks. Anyone for miles could see her outrage. Lettucia
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Post by Lettucia on Jan 29, 2017 18:16:30 GMT
[Thread PL: 8799]
This planet was a lot more boring than she had thought it would be in the first place. Perhaps she should've trained more before coming to Earth, then maybe she could've just went straight for her goal instead of going this round-a-bout way. It was annoying and tedious, something she'd rather not deal with. Her main reason for coming here was because she thought this planet was filled with strong fighters, they had the strength to push back the Empire; she figured she'd get more out of fighting the natives here, but so far everyone she's come across was weaker than she was.
"Waste of a trip and a spaceship."
The white haired female took a bite out of the fruit she was holding in her palm as her red eyes stared out into space lazily. She was bored, and she couldn't stand it. At least on Vegeta she could always go out into the wastelands and terrorize the more primitive of the saiyans. The ones that decided that living under the control of the moon was better than growing stronger and gaining control over the transformation. Fools, remaining a slave to the light in the sky.
Her train of thought was interrupted when she suddenly sensed an energy signal in the distance, causing her head to snap to the left. It was almost as strong as hers, the highest she'd found since being on Earth. Her lips curled slightly as she took one more large bite out of the fruit before heading out. She jumped out of the tree she was in and took flight in the direction she had sensed the energy from. Her simple white shirt billowed in the wind, on her lower half she donned black jeans and black chucks on her feet. It wasn't long before she came upon the source of the energy. It seemed to be a red headed girl throwing a tantrum? Lettucia took note of the destruction around her, it probably was caused by the red head. She did also notice the armour clad warrior that was there as well. Perhaps she could find some fun here after all.
Lettucia entered a descent with her arms folded across her chest, of course her tail remained wrapped around her waist beneath her shirt. "Well, what do we have here?" Her features held a very playful smile though one still filled with mischief. "Someone's mad about something."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2017 22:38:06 GMT
Kimo seemed to notice the power first, nearly matching her master's it seemed, and with a quick stroke, released her sword from it's sheath and stabbed the point into the ground next to her, as a sign of uninterest in combat. Her armor rattled in the wind while she removed her helmet to greet the incoming person. "Welcome, are you seeking peace, or do you wish for combat?" The tall Samurai would mentally say to Lettucia, looking for the reason of the surprise visit of the Saiyan. Her eyes would gaze expectingly at Lettucia, searching her whole body visibly for any sign that might cause worry, and before she could finish, Lizbeth began to speak. "Is this happening? Is this really happening?" A faint laugh would come from the mentally insane Neko, her hands slowly setting themselves on her face as she began to giggle like a school girl. "I don't really care what she is here for, I suggest taking a hike or I might have to dig my claws into your back.." The Neko's voice would say, lightly and almost under her breath, before her Ki would pulsate again. This hybrid was clearly having a bad day, and her red and black tail would exit from hiding inside her pants, along with her cat ears on her head escaping the hair to flex around and loosen the cartilage in her skull. Her rage went silent, as she slowly lifted her body few inches from the ground, as she would turn to the new Saiyan and popping the knuckles underneath her gloves. "But, if you are here for a fight, I am completely willing to go ahead. It is difficult for me to find someone of equal power, ever since Namorel showed me his power... You remember Kimo?""I do remember ma'am. He was equivalent to around sixty saiyan warriors I believe, possibly more" the telepathic message would enter both of the woman's minds, as the two discussed their dear friend. Lizbeth began to release her claws and fangs, something she usually did when she prepared for combat, before stopping and taking a bottle of alcohol from her bag. Bao's Special BrandThe label read clear, as she would begin drinking heavily, small trails of the clear, dirt colored liquid exit the sides of her mouth and drip down her shoulder and onto her shirt, before she would finish the bottle and shatter it on the ground after tossing it a few feet away in the other direction, her tipsy body ricketing as her body quickly processed the alcoholic beverage. She would slowly take stance, her body angular and oddly placed. She seemed ready for anything, as she usually was, having had to deal with challenges for the past few months.
OOC: The stance looks like this: LINKAlso, Lizbeth is very paranoid, so she is quick to take initiative xD. Just watch out for the rogue kisser.
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Post by Lettucia on Feb 1, 2017 2:25:02 GMT
She turned her attention to the armours warrior who had thrown her sword down into the grown. She had quite the power level, it would be an interesting challenge and test of her strength, but Lettucia knew she couldn't overcome that, at least not as she was now.
Welcome, are you seeking peace, or do you wish for combat?
Lettucia smiled, well that was an odd question from who didn't seem like they were very interested in fighting. It was then that the other girl spoke up. The adolescent Lettucia turned her head back to the red headed chick, her face now one of mild interest. She was suggesting that Lettucia run away, was she serious? Her head tilted slightly to the left as her brows furrowed slightly, forming tiny creases in her forehead. Lettucia listened to the woman as she spoke some more. It seemed she didn't mind a fight either though. Well she may as well take her up on it. She was bored, not like she had anything else to do here.
Lettucia floated there with her arms crossed across her chest as she sized up the redhead some more while she took up her stance, She had a decent power level, not quite as high as her own, but enough that she could prove to be quite troublesome if she wasn't careful. Not only that, she was more like Lettucia than she had realized. She noted the claws and fangs appearing, but most notable were the ears that appeared on top of her head. She would slowly lower herself down her very brief smile revealing her only warning of what was about to come. As soon as her toes hit the ground Lettucia pushed off as hard as she could dashing towards the redhead at maximum speed. At the very last second when it seemed like Lettucia would run into her she would disappear, though really she had just jumped into the air very quickly carrying with her the momentum from her earlier dash. Lettucia would enter into a front flip with her right leg extending and whipping down to hit the redhead in her head, hard if she didn't manage to block or dodge somehow.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2017 3:03:26 GMT
The drunk Lizbeth was less paranoid as her previous self, the limp body swaying as she saw double of the woman going towards her, checking her out it seemed, before reaching the ground, her toe baring grazing the grass before she would bolt for her opponent. Lizbeth's mind panicked for a response, but her stoic face kept the same look before saw the eyes of the demon in front of her at such a close angle she could almost touch her soft face. It didn't last long for a gaze, as the graceful woman leaped above Lizbeth, somersaulting into the the Nekosaiyan with her leg directed at Lizbeth's noggin.
"Heh,-Hick- I have seen this before" She spoke in slurs, lifting her rugged arms up quickly to take the blow with her forearms, flexing the muscles to increase her defense there. The leg would connect, causing slight pains in Liz's arms, before her plan would go into effect. Forcing the leg upwards from her arms with her full physical might, before sliding down into a crouch, her leg planting into the dirt and seeming to be as if she was planning to start running. If she succeeded, her chest would breath heavy as her drunk self would launch herself into the air towards Lettucia's landing spot, claws out and ready to dig into her skin, and her fangs open to the air, as her mouth was hissing like a tomcat in an alley. If she failed to fully escape the woman, her leg would give in and cause her to forcefully take a knee, before sending her down to the ground, lying down in the grass with her eyes towards the sky, gazing at stars.
"Y- You know~" She began to speak, looking towards her opponent, "You look really -Hick- pretty in the dark". She would smile slightly, her near fainting eyelids barely holding open the intoxicated woman's vision. She was wake and fine, but the alcohol seemed to only drag her body down. One would wonder why she would purposefully intoxicate herself for combat.
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Post by Queen Habana on Feb 19, 2017 7:28:06 GMT
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