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Post by Ginge on May 11, 2017 23:28:33 GMT
Ginge's PL: 6,068 Current PL: 3,034 (w/MW)
Early afternoon underneath the red Vegetan sky, where both soldiers and civilians alike went about their business just like any other day. The clouds above were sparse, and the threat of rain had long since passed, leaving only a cool breeze and the occasional gust of wind to ruffle through one's hair.
Ginge was among the midday crowd, a paper bag of assorted foodstuffs in one arm and a partially-eaten leg of cooked meat in the other hand. The coming war rest heavily on her mind, as did other recent events. No matter how badly she wanted to believe that the Saiyans were the strongest beings in the galaxy, her spar with the majin Kaza had shaken her beliefs. What did she have to retort with, anyways? A half-breed sat on their throne, and non-Saiyans were becoming more prevalent in their society every day. It was damn near pathetic, the state of her people.
Holding the meat between her teeth, she stopped briefly, only to reach underneath her armor and sleeveless top to scratch before resuming her walk. She thought about her own training, and how much more progress she'd been making in just the past few weeks. Hell, if she, of all the Saiyans in the empire, could do something like this, then why couldn't everyone else? There were plenty more with unfathomable amounts of talen that should've dwarfed her in power, yet the very scouter she wore told her that simply wasn't the case any longer! Pathetic almost wasn't a-
The young Saiyan woman's thoughts were interrupted by a loud clang from above, and she quickly sidestepped the falling, metal bucket just before it crashed into the ground with a great splash of soapy water. Her dark eyes narrowed underneath a furrowed brow, and she glared up at the instigator who had nearly struck her on the head and ruined her freshly bought food.
“Hey, dumbass! Watch where you're throwing that shit!” She yelled up at the fairly large man who had been near the top of the building that she'd been passing. Wait, she thought with a twinge of curiosity. Didn't he look familiar?
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Post by Argus Boch on May 12, 2017 0:29:10 GMT
PL: 1,100
High above the streets of Vegeta, Argus was dunking a thin metal rod into a bucket hooked to his belt. That, among the other many tools hanging to his waist, were the reasons why his tail waved casually behind him as he worked. The only reason it wasn't wrapped around his leg was because if any idiot decided to mess with him, his scouter would alert him before they were close enough to grab his tail. For the first time in weeks, he was actually pretty content with his place in life. This had to be one of the easier jobs to take on Vegeta, which meant the pay was shit, but because he could fly and didn't need the aid of any safety measures to keep from falling to his death (unlike a weirdly large amount of Saiyans and aliens with this job) he was paid a little extra. As far as he was concerned, life was finally looking up for him. Mainly because he hadn't been looking at the news lately. After scraping more filth off one of the windows, the moment he dunked the squeegee back in the soapy water, the defective clamp holding the handle broke, allowing the bucket to plummet before he could catch it and soaked a pedestrian down below, "Fuck." He was less concerned about her and was more annoyed that he'd need to refill the bucket. As he floated down, the screeching of the offended woman down below rang familiar to him. Once he landed, instead of bending down he allowed his tail to wrap around the handle of the bucket to pick it up while facing the diminutive Saiyan in front of him, "Sorry about that, the clamp broke." Instead of immediately leaving, his eyebrow perked curiously as he studied her for a moment, then a spark of recognition flashed into his eyes, "Well then, long time, no see, huh Ginge?" He grinned down at her and crossed his arms. He was more than sure she wasn't going to take kindly to one of her old soldiers being a window washer, if she even remembered him, but he couldn't help wanting to rile her up for old time's sake even if his scouter told him she's over three times stronger than he is now.
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Post by Ginge on May 12, 2017 1:34:17 GMT
A vengeful smirk crossed the young woman's lips, as she could see the very large man beginning to descend down the side of the building. One horrible thing after another passed through her mind while she waited. No matter if he seemed familiar to her, or not, she would have her retribution for the ruined bag of food and wasted time. She would have to return to the store again to buy more before resuming her training, after all.
However, as the giant of a man finally touched down on the ground and retrieved the bucket with his tail, she hesitated. Yes, she thought, she definitely knew this man from somewhere. The extremely exaggerated build, even among Saiyans, left far too much of an impression to forget, and that booming voice only confirmed her instinct that she'd known the clumsy oaf.
"Argus Boch, you son of a bitch!" As if the last couple of years had never happened, Ginge shouted at the much more imposing figure with all of her rage and self-imagined authority. It took her a few moments before she remembered where she was, or even that they were no longer in the same squad. A light tinge of pink came to her cheeks as she began to speak again.
"I mean, You'd better," Slowly, her attention was drawn to the larger's man's belt, where various tools and supplies hung haphazardly, just as he'd made an excuse for the fallen bucket. Her voice trailed off as she realized why the former comrade was dressed as he was, then her scouter beeped to signal that it'd read his power level.
[1,100 PL]
"What..." Ginge muttered in utter shock, as she stared past the pitiful number and at the Saiyan man who towered over her on the street. "WHAT THE FUCK, ARGUS!?" Finally, she bellowed as her rage came to a boil, and threw the soap-covered leg of ruined meat at him. "How the hell have you stayed so weak!?"
Tags: Argus Boch OOC: Ginge is not happy right now.
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Post by Argus Boch on May 12, 2017 2:20:38 GMT
His grin widened when he saw that same recognition in his old squad mate's eyes and her familiar enraged tone as she seemed to forget the years for the moment. He held back laughter at the faint blushed that followed, which was worth whatever punishment she was planning to dish out. Then the scouter's alert wiped the smirk off of his face and drew both their eyes to her purple screen. He mentally cursed. While he didn't mind what she thought of his change of occupation, his power level was quickly becoming a source of shame that took away the power away from his otherwise large and imposing figure. And because nearly everyone wore their damn scouters twenty-four seven, he may as well have had that shame tattooed to his forehead. Still, he was a Saiyan, and he wasn't going to allow himself to be intimidated at her very obvious outrage, bringing his arm up to block the chicken and letting it fall to the ground without flinching. She didn't need to know that somehow physically hurt way more than it should have. Then his eyes went back to the numbers on his screen and he realized that it hurt less than it should have, "Okay, I know what you're thinking, and I'm not any more happy about that than you are." He stepped back and motioned to himself, "I mean, look at me, I couldn't keep this bulk without some serious training. I just, kind of, stopped getting stronger a few years ago." and that wasn't a lie. He's not sure if he reached his physical peak or what, but his power level hasn't moved up an inch even while he was still purging planets. Maybe he had to push himself harder, maybe he needed new training methods, maybe he needed the shit beaten out of him, whatever the case was, he didn't know. If he was honest, he also didn't care much, because while his weakness infuriated him, he also didn't have much beyond that in terms of motivation to try to increase his strength.
Tag: GingeOOC: At least the bum has an excuse.
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Post by Ginge on May 12, 2017 5:41:39 GMT
Ginge continued to fume as he explained himself. She'd crossed her free arm over her armored breast, and listened to the larger man's excuse for the few moments that it'd taken him to utter it. Could she really be that upset with him, despite the situation? After all, she had only just recently discovered a way out of the very plateau that he was describing.
Actually, she thought inwardly, yes, she could be. Even if her own growth in power had stopped for a couple of years, she'd continued to try and improve herself. She had still gone on missions, threatening her life time after time, again and again. She was almost positive that her near death experience on her last mission had been what opened up this new level to her, even!
"Excuses." The young woman nearly spat out the words, her tone filled with venom all the while. "Is this what you've been doing for three years, then?" She inquired into the ex-soldier's life, gesturing towards the bucket and collection of tools hanging from his belt.
"Actually," For a moment, she cocked her head and stared at him in mild confusion. She didn't want to believe what she was seeing, and she wasn't sure whether to be angry or pity the extremely tall bastard. "What are you doing?" Briefly, she glanced up at the building above, then back to him with a look of mild disgust. "Tell me you're not washing windows."
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Post by Argus Boch on May 13, 2017 1:48:22 GMT
Argus didn't show it, but he was surprised she hadn't knocked the sense out of him for his reasoning, yet. Not only because that's what he's used to from soldiers who are stronger than himself and see a hulking mass of wasted potential, but because he had no doubt that if he was on the other side that's exactly how he'd react to an able bodied young Saiyan that was playing it safe. Mainly because, even though he wouldn't admit this to himself, a small part of him found his reasoning to be more than a little lacking. At her first question, he refolded his arms, "Of course not, I only left the service barely a few months ago." He hoped if he spent three years as a civilian that he'd have a better job by that point than some specialized janitor. And he blatantly ignored the brief flash of pity that he saw before her second question, instead attempting to reign in some control of the conversation by perking his brow, "Okay, I won't tell you I'm washing windows." "What I was doing was getting ready to refill this bucket." As soon as he said that he realized his tail had been a ready target this entire time and his guarded expression gave way to curiosity, "Why are you so caught up about what I'm doing, anyway?" His voice lost its edge, "Most people would have knocked me on my ass and left by now." Sure they knew each other a few years ago, but he couldn't wrap his head around why she was this concerned about his lackluster employment.
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Post by Ginge on May 13, 2017 5:04:44 GMT
The young woman couldn't believe her ears, in addition to refusing to believe her own eyes. A Saiyan, the very man whom she'd called comrade for those few months, had been reduced to a window washer. He hadn't so much as grown any stronger since she'd seen him last. Now that it was sinking in, her feelings of pity were beginning to give rise to an all too familiar sense of anger.
Her jaw clenched as he tried to turn the conversation back onto her. For a moment, she did give some serious thought to simply punching him and being on her way, but then what would she do? It just didn't sit well with her that a soldier of such potential had turned his back on the Empire like this.
"We're at war, Argus." Ginge put it as bluntly as she could. There was no dressing up the fact, after all. A body that wasn't on the battlefield was as good as dirt to them, and she hated to admit that her instincts were telling her this might not be such an easy matter that they could afford to lose anyone. "The slugs are on their way.
"In fact," She continued with a small sigh, as the weight of the situation bore down on her even further. Why was she still talking? "I'm probably not supposed to be telling you this, but rumor has it, they're already in Empire territory. Even the higher ups are worried." She paused briefly to peer into her sack of groceries, spotting a few items that hadn't seemed to have been touched by the soap. She reached in without another word and retrieved a small piece of fruit, then munched noisily on the juicy flesh.
"I mean," She began to speak, then paused to swallow the succulent bit of fruit. "We're here, training and getting ready to fight, and you're... You're..." After a small growl of frustration, she uttered the rest with a sarcastic laugh. "You're washing windows!"
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Post by Argus Boch on May 13, 2017 20:12:49 GMT
He grimaced. Yep, that more than explained why she was still talking to him, "Okay, so I'm a little out of the loop, sue me." he narrowed his eyes, "But just because I turned to a civilian lifestyle doesn't mean I'd run away if the SSE needed me. Don't forget I could have turned my back on Vegeta the second I realized what my options were outside of the army and could have gone to Earth like every other spineless sheep with a barely functioning spacepod." Argus sneered as he pictured the young Saiyans who turned their backs on their heritage simply because of some sentimental morality bullshit. While he wasn't entirely sure what he would do if he was pulled into a draft, the implication that he didn't care about what happened with his home planet's conflicts was almost an insult. It wasn't a total insult because, if he found out about the severity of the war on his own, there was a small chance he'd have just look out for his own interest and leave for another planet. But now that his loyalty was actually being questioned - and by an old comrade, he had taken a liking to way back when - his pride just wouldn't allow him to admit his concerns leaned more towards his own self-preservation than anything else. "And who cares if I'm washing windows, even if I was scraping shit off the streets, all that'd mean is I'm trying to earn a living so I can stay on this planet. And you can be damn sure that I won't be adding to the shame that comes with these jobs by allowing slugs to win any kind of fight with us. Like I said, I did not stop training just because I left the service." The bitterness left his voice when he shook his head and sighed in an attempt to relax, "If they need cannon fodder, they know where to find me. Outside of that, I should at least make myself useful by doing jobs we don't also give to children." He didn't like to admit it, but if he was being sent on the same assignments as barely trained kids, he was probably a pretty useless as a soldier, to begin with.
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Post by Ginge on May 13, 2017 23:48:53 GMT
She had to admit it to herself, at least. He was right in that he could've just as easily left for other planets, like so many traitors had already, and that only fueled her budding anger all the more. The fact that he was still here, trying to make himself useful to the Saiyan race, in some way, said that he cared in some respect. However, that wasn't anywhere near good enough.
"'Who cares'?" Ginge repeated back at the much larger man. For a moment, she thought about the food and how hungry she'd gotten, not to mention how much this conversation was proving to cut into her training, but the Saiyan standing over her was much more important than that right now. She tossed the fruit back into the sack in frustration as she continued to speak. "You should care! If you're so concerned about doing the same job as children, then you should care that they're surpassing you, too!" In truth, she wasn't wrong. There were many children in the capitol who matched the man's power before they'd even grown into their tails, and others still who she could safely bet on to win in a fight.
As the urge to punch the man began welling up to insurmountable levels, she grit her teeth and rest her face in her hand for a brief moment. Once she'd managed to restrain herself, the Saiyan woman sighed and...
Actually, no, that did seem like the better idea. With a growl that quickly grew into a short, powerful exhale, she struck the much larger man in the gut. She was never one to hold back, but with any luck, the added weight of her training weights had kept her from putting too much strength into the blow. Well, no, she didn't really care at the moment, but even her anger wasn't enough to cause her to want to kill the bastard.
"Pathetic." She uttered the word with contempt that was usually reserved for the traitors who had actually betrayed their people. As she stared daggers at the weaker Saiyan, a lush red-purple aura began to manifest around her, for the first time ever in front of the man. "Where's the proud warrior who I fought beside? He wouldn't have lowered himself so far. He would've jumped at the chance to fight and kill the slugs."
Before she could think any better of it, the woman began to turn and walk away. She needed to return to the store to replace the ruined food, then resume her training as soon as possible. No amount of preparation could be enough for what was coming. Then again...
"Argus," She stopped again and sighed, speaking this time with a strange sincerity. After a moment, she twisted her neck and back around to glance at the failed soldier. "It sounds like you've hit a wall. Do you want to break it?"
Tags: Argus Boch OOC: It finally happened. It's going to hurt a lot, but she's not intending to kill or horribly maim.
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Post by Argus Boch on May 14, 2017 4:06:51 GMT
Ginge wasn't wrong. He should care that children were at his level and surpassing him. But after so many years of trying and getting no results, his motivation waned significantly. Argus looked away from her as his arms lowered to his sides, hands clenched. Of course, he wasn't happy about it, wasn't even content with where he's ended up, but what could he do about it? He made his choice months ago. If he was worth less than a child on the battlefield he should find a way to be useful as an adult on Vegeta. Besides, it was better to die in obscurity on or for his home planet than as a weak, nameless grunt on a purge. Her sigh drew his attention back, and he only had time to brace for impact when her punch landed, making him lean forward and his eyes bulge as the air was completely knocked out of him. Quickly, he clenched his teeth to make sure the only sound of pain that came from him was a grunt while he forced himself to stay upright and keep his breathing even. His tail whipped once at the air from the force of the strike, flinging the empty pail to the concrete behind him with enough force to leave a noticeable dent on the rim. He kept his glare on the ground even as Ginge walked away, trying not to show any sign of his pain but not being able to stop the shaking of his fists and the thin line of blood leaking down the corner of his lips. Argus didn't look up because she was right. At one point, they were near equal to each other. Back then, if he felt a punch like that he'd have tried to return the favor no matter who it was. But now, he just stood there, trembling from just a single hit. Whether his shaking was from pain or anger, it didn't matter, what did was that he hadn't made a move to retaliate. It was pathetic. "It sounds like you've hit a wall." The dented bucket rolled in front of his feet, "Do you want to break it?" he lifted his eyes away from it, spitting blood on the ground as he straightened himself. Then he grinned at her, "Do you really think you need to ask?"
GingeOOC: Big Boy's ready for action. Also, I think this is a good place to wrap the thread up. Imma get Zeni.
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Shemha
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PL: 396,617
Super Majin (x31/35)
Zeni: 52,398
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Post by Shemha on May 19, 2017 1:54:59 GMT
Ginge WC 1750 - 3500 PL earned. New Total - 16,450! Argus Boch WC 1783 - 1872 zeni earned. New Total - 3,236!
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