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Post by Ginge on May 21, 2017 0:15:55 GMT
Ginge's PL: 21,118 Current PL: 10,559
Gain Bonuses: Medium Weights (+50%)
The hustle and bustle of the Vegetan people rose up like a dense fog of noise. The cities were packed, full of soldiers preparing for war and civilians wishing them well, so much so that one would have trouble just walking down the street anymore. Some fights broke out every now and again, stopped by those with better heads on their shoulders before any lasting damage could be done. The convoluted mass of bodies was a strange contrast to the red sky above, which was already beginning to darken as the sun prepared to set.
Ginge grinned softly from her perch atop a high-rising apartment building, seated as she was on the very edge with her legs dangling precariously. Her body was covered in various bruises and cuts, signs that she'd been training harder than ever before in her life for the past few weeks. Her clothes, even, were torn from only earlier that day, baring a large bruise that covered her midriff in sickening purple; her armor lie on the roof several feet away, and she continued to wear her weighted wrist guards and boots out of sheer habit.
After tossing yet another emptied beer bottle onto the small pile behind her, she grabbed yet another from behind the wall upon which she sat. Her dark eyes remained on the silenced scouter beside her for a moment, then she scowled briefly at the pair of blutz blockers lying beside the small device. The full moon would be out soon, and she would need those, at least, for a little while.
"Two days..." She spoke aside to the incredibly large man seated beside her, as she pried the cap off of the bottle with her fingers. "Are you ready for this, Argus? The slugs won't pull their punches." As if she did just that, she asked before taking a drink from her bottle. She hadn't been going easy on him for the past few days, and had nearly the killed the larger Saiyan quite a few times over the course of their training. Even so, she didn't feel that he was ready.
Part of her still didn't feel ready. There was... something missing, but she couldn't quite place her finger on what in the hell that could be. She had pushed her own body to its limits, and felt that there was simply nothing more to do in the short time that they had before deployment.
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Queen Habana
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Queen of the Evil Space Monkey People Special Item: GPW Universal Championship Belt
PL: 415,489
Dark Power(x4); M.SSj(x14); U.SSj(x18/12), SSJ2 (x27)
Zeni: 0
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Post by Queen Habana on May 26, 2017 8:44:43 GMT
Ginge | WC: 406 | PL Gains: 609 | New PL: 24,997
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