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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Jun 18, 2017 5:46:45 GMT
(Thread Pl: 188,195) (Current PL: 5000) "Ah, man! This is really tasty!"On this sunny day getting close to the evening, the Western Capital was being visited by a lone half-breed, who'd been spending his days living in the Gizard Wastelands, fending for himself and making a living as a hunter of big beasts, of which he'd been lucky stumbling across out there. His most recent month, though, came from about a month ago and the funds from selling the beast's parts off were starting to dwindle. He did have some money to spend on some small treats from the Western Capital's various food markets! This hunter, Pieter Wolfbane, had gotten himself a batch of banana cream puffs from a food truck selling them. He'd been wearing his usual tribal attire, with a black tank top on underneath a black button up shirt without his tribal headband. "I ought to get the recipe for these later on," he exclaimed his thoughts aloud, with a smile upon his face, "Waputhi's birthday should be coming up, and I know that he'd love these things... Probably make sure he takes a spiced one just to get him back for one of his old pranks he pulled on me back in the day!"Pieter's visit today wasn't just to find some extra money, though, and to enjoy small confectionary treats. He'd been aiming to find a sparring partner that he could go more all out with. There weren't many around his level of strength on Earth, and while he did know some of them, he'd been hoping to not go to them. They, for the most part, had undoubtedly developed some beef with him, due to his interferences with the BBA and berating the newer generation of defenders of the Earth that Maeve, the Kami, gotten. Even the Kami was one he couldn't rely on, with her being a mother and overlooking the planet..! He'd been in the city for a couple of hours now, not finding any good potentials thus far. The city had been assaulted many times in the past, at one point even by the BBA, from what Pieter's heard around the pub in Ginger Town! Now the place was being defended and used by the BBA, and even then, it'd seen war and devastation many times over! In fact, most of the city had to be rebuilt due to the invasion of the SSE and a strange attack that occurred not that long before the SSE. "Food aside, there ought to be some sorta place I can find some people to spar. Where, though," Pieter thought to himself, popping another bite into his mouth while looking at the buildings around him. He honestly came here, not realizing where he'd been until now. Pieter was at a park with many citizens around, and a open playground with both adults and children playing in it. Not very far from it, there was also an open gym, with weights and machines chained down to hard concrete. Pieter frowned with raised eyebrows, realizing he'd been at a decent place to resume his search! "Maybe someone here'll be able to match me."( Corset, here it is! Hope it was an alright set up!  ) |
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Post by Corset on Jun 18, 2017 6:01:50 GMT
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*Crash*
The chain was slacked, allowing the weight to drop down on to the metal bar below with a thunderous boom. Local strong men quivered at the sight, their eyes widening in shock as this seemingly feeble eighteen year old girl, whom a few knew as the daughter of Capsule Corps CEO, was lifting a weight that five of the men combined couldn't even hope to lift. Despite their stares, Corset continued her daily exercises.
Without a home to practice in, the local gym was the next best place. She still wasn't comfortable with training alongside those at the BBA. Her eyes cast out to the park for a moment, noticing that even a few parents had turned to watch her. With a swift harumph, Corset pulled her with her left arm, lifting the weight up once more prior to letting it drop. All the meanwhile, she was counting up under her breath. "Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen.."
As the training continued, more turned in awe and simple confusion. How was it possible that a girl of her stature could perform such a feat. She decided to hop up and move towards the treadmill, setting it at the highest setting from the get go. Despite the display of strength, many believed that the treadmill would catch her out. At its maximum speed, someone would need to be running at around 40 MPH. With their eyes fixated, Corset leaped upwards and landed in movement. Shockingly, it didn't even seem as though Corset was moving at full speed, but her legs managed to easily keep up.
This wasn't human, it couldn't be..
After a few minutes, Corset removed herself from the treadmill. A slight bit of sweat was visible over her brow, her jade like skin glistening with sweat. "Oof, I'm glad this gym's got good equipment." she'd murmur to herself, reaching over for her bottle and taking a long drink of water, spraying a slight bit over her chest and arms to cool off. After all, it was quite a hot day.
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Post by Quince on Jun 18, 2017 9:28:34 GMT
((PL: 4,245)) One of the most surest things that ever could be true is that those who do not follow logic do not have logic follow them. For instance, Quince, the fat blue cat. He was but a child, yet he was so fat. He was so young, but he was blind. He was meant to be so wise, yet he was so unwise. He was the legacy of great authorities, the senbyo, the Blind Cat Who Sees All, yet he had squandered his worth on food and lewd things. And, so, we have come to his current predicament. "You! Know this, hairy-tick, I control vast powers! I will smite this land of its blass-femmies and of your in-soul-ants!" Understandably, Quince could get quite upset over an overpriced McBao burger. Not quite so understandable, he was threatening the store attendant with what could only be assumed to be souls with ants in them and haircuts for ticks. Also understandably, he was promptly shoved out of the store, burger less, and less a few zeni. He drowned out the noise of the 'and don't come back!' with his own highly-intellectual response: "I know you are, but what am I?"Of course, he could have 'smited' those fellows. Of course, it was entirely within his power. Yet, he wasn't feeling up to it. But, then again, was Quince ever truly feeling up to anything? Really, the last time Quince had felt very strongly about anything other than food, sleep, television and some other things that are best left unmentioned,— Grumble.—What was that? Nothing, really. Quince couldn't sense ki. He was just smelling the chips... the delicious chips... No! No, his mind would not be distracted by that which he could not attain! Instead, his mind would be distracted by something else he could not attain: muscles. And where else to get muscles then from the gym? His body scrunched up at the thought. No, he wouldn't exercise. Exercise is what makes people weak, after all. But, perhaps... hrm. He reminded himself of the etymology of gymnasium, which was vaguely motivating, as he made his way to the gymnasium. Perhaps, if he looked at them from a long enough distance... ... But, since he had no idea where he would find one, he just kind of walked around for a bit. Oh, here's one! |
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Post by Om on Jun 18, 2017 22:45:27 GMT
(Current PL: 2,000)
Om woke up on one of the Park Benches. “Huh? What time is it…” Ever since Om had arrived on Earth, he’s had no money for anything. He’s slept at many places like the park bench during his stay at West Capitol. He didn’t really care, he just wanted to get stronger and stop crime. He looked at his surroundings, everything seemed pretty ordinary. What wasn't ordinary was the small crowd that had encircled some girl who was doing exercises.
When Om got closer what he saw had surprised him.
He’d never seen anything like it! She was easily lifting weights that Om could barely lift, she was also running at speeds Om had never seen before. “Wow! This girl must be pretty strong!” Om thought to himself. After watching for awhile Om got motivated to use the equipment too. He managed to lift up one of the larger weights once or twice before getting too tired. He then did some basic stuff like Jumping Jacks and push-ups.
“Well. That was kind of boring. How do people train this much? I don’t feel any stronger either.” Om had decided that he should just keep going with the exercises. For a couple of minutes he repeated the exact same thing, large weights, jumping jacks, push-ups. “Well now what am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to tell if I got any stronger?” Then the idea came to him. “I need a training partner.”
(Hi. Sorry for the mix-up earlier, I wasn’t paying attention my bad.)
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Jun 19, 2017 19:05:45 GMT
Pieter's observation of the gym was seeming to become a time waster. He finished his last puff and tossed contained into a nearby garbage can before making his way through the park to the gym. As he did, though, 3 presences came to the the area, 2 of them having entered the gym themselves. The last, though, seemed to keep itself distant from the area. They were, however, definitely stronger than the individual civilian! "Not nearly strong enough," Pieter thought to himself, getting to the the gym and simply standing at the edge of the concrete area. He looked around at the people there, one of the people being a lavender hair colored girl who'd taken a drink of water from her water bottle and doused herself to cool down a bit. Then there'd been a very out of place individual, dressed as if he were coming from some LARP (Live Action Role Play) game, Pieter imagined. Yet, his power level, although lower than the girl's, was still above civilian strength! Maybe this guy was actually what he appeared to be? "He's certainly a bit vocal about his thoughts," Pieter thought to himself, approaching the strange man. He spoke to him, kneeling down to look at the strange man. His tone calm, but straightforward, he said to him, "You know, if you're having an issue training on your own, that probably is because you're impatient! Also, it's not really a good idea to bring things like that sword there to a public area, in the middle of a city that's basically owned by the BBA."( Corset to you! ) (Current PL: 5,000/188,195) |
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Post by Corset on Jun 19, 2017 19:26:51 GMT
Corset let out a sharp breath, her mood lightening up as the clouds parted, allowing trickles of sunlight to bathe her body. This mood was short lived, Corset realizing that a few of the frequenters to the gym were giving odd looks. It wasn't common for a girl, especially one of her build, to train here. Her look was dismissive, turning away from the group and moving back towards the treadmill. It was ridiculous that people couldn't contain themselves, needing to stare and take a double take at all of her actions. She'd wrap a towel around her neck to absorb some sweat before climbing back on to the equipment. ~After gettin' kicked out, it's harder to keep up with training.. I'd better get my workout in before heading back to the HQ.~ she'd muse. Corset's body ticked along, continuing with the brisk jog as her eyes were cast over towards the man whom recently entered.
He was larger than most of the men here, stronger too. Despite not being able to sense Ki, there was definitely a strong feeling emanating from the mans frame. It was safe to say that Corset was intrigued. The girl turned off the treadmill, deciding to walk over. Unfortunately, she only caught a few words at the end of Pieter's sentence. Luckily, it included 'BBA' so she could chime in. "Yep, it'd be best if you behave yourself an' don't bring.." she'd stop for a minute, looking Om up and down. "Well, best you don't bring your sword to a public area."
Corset finished with a nod, having a sense of superiority about her due to having been recently recruited in to the KAOS.
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Post by Quince on Jun 19, 2017 22:43:57 GMT
People. Too many people.
He hadn’t seen her at first, but it seems like the gym-goers had thought it strange that one of their number was exercising so easily with a frame one wouldn’t expect to do such things. But, he did notice her. He, with his eyes closed, most certainly did (and, as one would expect from Quince, not in the sort of way one would want).
But, then, other people. Strange people. One of the people looked strange: he seemed to have green hair, which isn’t blue hair and is therefore bad. He also had a sword. Quince wasn’t a fan of swords. They had pointy ends that you could accidentally stab yourself with if you spontaneously fell asleep and they weren’t good for hugging. The Senbyoling much preferred sticks. Or, better yet, smooth sticks that wouldn’t mind being nibbled on.
And there was another. A tall guy (at least compared to Quince; but then again, everyone was tall compared to Quince). He sort of looked like one of the people who lived at the bottom of his tower, yet, in a way even the unobservant Quince would notice, he was different.
Maybe, if he were to get a bit closer, he could hear what they were saying. He could see their mouths, yet never was good at lip-reading.
He activated ninja mode. He began humming the Mission Impossible theme. He tip-toed closer, finding cover through a particularly large weight. He paused for a bit (tip-toeing is hard), within range to hear the conversation.
… He heard something about a sword.
Having had already forgotten that the green guy had a sword, Quince immediately assumed that this was a euphemism. Perhaps he’d be able to hear them better if he got a bit closer? He leaned closer, managing to push the weight and have it lean on an angle. Inconspicuous. He leaned more on the weight, but it was too much! The weight collapsed on its side, exposing the fat blue cat (as if he were ever hidden anyway).
But, he had a plan.
He posed like a maneki-neko.
They’d never see through his disguise. Perhaps now he can find out what they’re actually talking about, now that he’s hidden in plain sight.
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Post by Om on Jun 20, 2017 0:00:27 GMT
Om looked at his sword. “Oh. Sorry, I didn’t know there were any weapon policies around here.” Om undid the piece of rope that tied the Sword to his back and placed the sword near the weights. He was a little annoyed about the whole sword thing but it didn’t really matter. “What’s the BBA? I’m new to earth so I don’t really know much about it.” As he asked the question he went back to using the larger weights.
During his lifting of the weights a thought had come to Om. “Hey that girl is pretty strong. And that Guy looks much stronger than everyone here. Maybe they could be my training partners?” That was when one of the weights toppled over. “What was that?” It was one of those little toy cats he had seen in store windows. It seemed rather large for one of those cat toys. “How’d that get there?” After inspecting it for a few seconds Om went back to Lifting the weights. Om was getting a little bored of lifting weights so he asked the question.
“Hey do either of you guys want to do a Sparring match? I’m a little rusty and I haven’t had a good fight in a while.” He knew it was a little weird to ask these people he just met to spar, but they seemed really strong and he wanted to see if he was even close to their strength. It would also be a good break from sleeping on park benches and stopping criminals.
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Jun 20, 2017 1:02:57 GMT
The man, who later identified himself as being foreign to the planet, apologized for bringing it along. Pieter waved his hand in front of his own face, telling him, "Don't worry about it! I figured as much, after getting up here."The man went away from his push up position and went over to some near by weights. Meanwhile, the girl with the purple hair walked over to confirm this information, too, about the BBA. This strange man inquired to the two whom the BBA were while squatting, to which Pieter explained rapidly, "Earth's current government. They've got some of the strongest people in the universe working in it, their boss being both the leader of the planet and among the strongest at the moment. It's good to be careful with-"Pieter was cut off by the sudden sound of someone grunting and a weight falling over. There, he saw what looked like a turquoise blue cat person, barely the size of a child, with a strange staff that looked as though it was meant for someone else! This seemed to be the source of that 3rd, and apparently the strongest presence of the three. The strange man spoke up about sparring them straight out! Talk about a strange request! Pieter blinked, standing straight finally and stating wearily, "That... May not be the smartest of ideas to ask right out the gate.""Although, an open exhibition match may not be so bad to get some cash coming in," Pieter thought to himself. He slanted his mouth while looking upwards, his tongue poking the side of his mouth as he mulled this thought over. He continued thinking to himself, "Then again, these guys aren't nearly close to my level strength. May not be fair for them to fight me, even if I continue holding back as I am.""Well," Pieter spoke a bit slowly, before looking down to the man and resuming his normal pace of talking, "If we were to spar, we'd be attracting a bit of a crowd. It may be better to make this a bit more interesting by making it more open..."( Corset to you again!) |
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Post by Corset on Jun 20, 2017 1:16:37 GMT
Corset wouldn't allow her attention to split, focusing her gaze upon the two men in front of her, instead of the ninja kitty that was sneaking up behind. Her gaze scanned across the two. The one with the sword, he didn't appear to be all that strong and was slightly.. bland. However, the other man stood with bulking muscles, appearing to be a tribal man. It was quite interesting to the girl so she'd stay and listen for a while. As the idea for an open spar rolled around, Corset nodded. "I'd agree, a one on one spar here'd make it hard to use the gym. If you want, we can have a spar elsewhere with a few people. Like a two versus two or somethin'." she'd suggest, looking between the two for their opinions.
(Sorry, short post. Working on something!)
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Post by Quince on Jun 20, 2017 9:20:54 GMT
They even had 'policies' on 'weapons'.
Definitely a euphemism.
"How'd that get there?"
He was about to say 'how'd what get where?' but used his daily supply of willpower to stop himself. After all, if such a thing was said, it might bring up the question of who said it. Quince was an idiot, yes, but he wasn't an idiot. Or, perhaps he was both an idiot and an idiot. Quince wasn't good at picking up different subtexts of the same word at a conscious level.
... What were these people even talking about? His infiltration, if that's the word for it (it isn't), was working! These fools were speaking, divulging all of their information, letting the not-suspicious-at-all feline to pick up on everything. There was a slight, itty-bitty problem, though. Quince had no idea what they were talking about.
it was something about fighting, probably. It tends to be with this sort of person, 'this sort' being just about everyone not wearing 'normal' clothes from a civilian standard. Blue fur was hella normal. But, anyway, he heard something about a spar, which is a bar that only serves spirits. The green sword guy stopped chatting, allowing the big guy to speak a bit. 'Govern Nuts', crowds, something about that. But then, coming into his big blue ears, he heard some worrying words:
"Like a two versus two or somethin'."
What.
'Two' versus 'two'. These were alien concepts. And, while 'somethin'' was much preferable to 'two versus two', he got the strange idea that the 'somethin'' would be pretty similar anyway... He got the strangest idea that he was a part of the 'two versus two'. Quince, despite being the second strongest of the group (how did that happen? How does that ever happen?), was not combat-competent yet alone combat-oriented.
"W-Why are you all looking at me?"
At that moment, no one was looking at him. Never underestimate the egocentrism of a cat.
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Post by Om on Jun 20, 2017 17:12:58 GMT
After hearing their responses Om was a little sad. “Where are we going to find another person?” Then suddenly the maneki-neko spoke.“Did that cat toy just talk?” Om walked over to what looked like a maneki-neko and started to poke it. “You guys heard that too right?” The more he studying the toy more he saw some odd things. Real fur, a chubby body, and it looked like it was breathing. Not only that, but if it was alive then that would explain how it knocked over the weights.
“Hey guys I think this cat toy is just a regular cat.” He stood up and turned to the girl and the man. “So, do you guys think any of the people working out here would be up to sparring with us?” He knew that they were all the strongest here by a mile, but he couldn’t think of anyone to spar with them. After asking the question, Om went back to doing some push-ups.
(Sorry, couldn't think of much to write.)
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Jun 20, 2017 20:06:15 GMT
"Ah, I was thinking," Pieter spoke up, "We can do some open betting on matches."The foreigner's attention got attracted to the cat-guy, intrigued the animal-person could talk! Then came to the assumption that it was a toy or something. This usually spelt out an uncomfortable atmosphere. Pieter crossed his arms behind his back, looking at him with a brow raised and a frown, as he stated, "Well, yeah, they are able to talk. They're a person, too! You've not seen people like this before?"Then came the quick question of adding someone to this sparring match. They... Wanted a group match going? "That's... You're in the middle of an open gym, friend," Pieter stated, pointing around. The guy went to doing push ups, allowing Pieter some time to walk backwards towards the purple haired girl and whispered to her, with a hand up between them to keep the message to her, "This guy's a weird one. I've seen a lot of weird in the past few years, but so far, this guy's taking the cake..! Probably best to keep this sparring thing open for people to bet on, and then split afterwards."(Pieter is estranged by Om's questioning! Corset, you're up!)
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Jul 6, 2017 21:53:02 GMT
(Hey guys, are we continuing this thread..?)
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Post by Quince on Jul 7, 2017 3:03:51 GMT
(I think it'll be too hard to continue at this point. If we aren't continuing, I'll take zeni.)
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