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Post by Iroh on Jul 8, 2017 1:41:05 GMT
As he walked onto the boardwalks of Satan City, Iroh was keeping watch of his surroundings, admiring the view of the city and the buildings that crept within it. It was... a rather pleasant sight, to say the least. It was quite different from the green pastures that crept close to the Bamboo Forest where his parents lived. Here, technology ruled over nature exponentially and without absolute respect for the latter. Here, the people did not grow food from the ground: instead, they built buildings and threw bags of paper and plastic on the streets once they were done eating or taking out whatever was inside. It was just like the first time he came here, back then, when he had just left his parents' house. After all, it was the very first place of difference that he stumbled onto while walking down that paved road he discovered after some distance away from the ground works near his home, which were mostly constructed of dirt and trees that surrounded it like some sort of pest. He decided to come here after he left that woman back then from the Bamboo Forest. She was the very first stranger to him that he met and actually made friends with. Well, "friends"... No, he could not consider himself friends with her. An acquaintance, maybe. Friends are closer to one another. Usually, such relationships only develop after years of trust and friendship. There were no people that he could consider as such, not even the other children back on Planet Ingot. This person was also the very first stranger who was actually able to control Ki, too, and with a Power Level of over a mere 1 or 2. Their conversation was a very good experience for him. So, really, it was no surprise that he eventually came back here to this city. At first, he had thought he would simply head away from the city in hopes of finding another location, but, for some reason, he came back here like a moth to a flame. Though he already visited this place, he, for some reason, wanted to come back to it and visit some more. Most of what he had visited were the downtown parts of the city. He was aware that the city was much more than these areas, and so, resolute, he went ahead and walked around, passing by places where Humans prepared for food or sold stuff to other Humans. Seeing so many social activities at once left him confused. He did not really understand why these Humans looked so happy. They acted just like his parents after they came back from a small trip, bubbly with happiness and laughing about their memories. None of these activities really interested him. Drinking "alcohol"? Eating those strange mixes of bread and ham and cheese and whatever else food was present on this planet? Buying antique and ancient-looking watches? This... This was so, so mundane. None of it attracted him at all. "I guess I'm not the guy they're aiming for."He told himself as he stared at an ice cream parlour, his eyes fixated on the strange, cold food they served on some sort of weirdly shaped structure. Each of these things were eaten by Humans which all found them to be pretty tasty for some reason. Maybe... Maybe he could try one out? People did seem to enjoy it for some reason. As he stood there, he put his hands in his pockets with a completely neutral face, trying to maybe find a coin, at the least, then sighed as he realized he had nothing. "Maybe next time...?"He blinked, interrogative, as he suddenly noticed a nearby poster on the wall of a building. The poster showed two Humans wielding red gloves on their hands in front of a black background, and the both of them looked pretty serious and menacing. The words "WINGS OF GLORY" were written in a blinding gold on top of the two males. For some reason, he could recognize the logo of the company that seemed to have organized whatever this was supposed to be on the bottom right corner of the poster. "Fantastic World Boxing"... For a moment, Iroh simply stared at it in silence, then, blinking, he took something out of his packet. It was a piece of plastic somebody had given to her some time ago, something about this "boxing" thing. Ah, so that what that was all about... That man was trying to get him to witness this... "match"... "Huh."He simply let out, then allowed his eyes to trail towards the date it showed. It seemed whatever this was was going to happen this evening. Interesting... Maybe he'll witness it some time later, just to see what this was all supposed to be about. He stood there for a moment, then deadpanned once he realized that he didn't know what this location, this "Arena" was supposed to be. "Hm..."He then started to look around, trying to find someone he could potentially talk to in hopes of fixing this curious issue of his. He didn't really need anybody to do this - after all, he could really just find the place while flying around the city - but it would be very helpful to just ask someone some potential directions. Haupien Kokosnuss |
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Post by Haupien Kokosnuss on Jul 8, 2017 4:15:33 GMT
The prince walked, having since long left the wide plains mostly suited for farmlands. Instead he found himself on this long stretch of pavement, having finally entered an area where tall buildings rose around him. Inefficient metal sped down the pavement, swerving around like this and that, barely dodging the ignorant Haupien while blaring their loud irritating noise. He glared at the pilots, considering making them leave their vehicles by means of his sword. Walking further into the strange place, he finally reached a point where the hovering contraptions instead of soaring down the space, instead floated in place. Each one was behind another one, occasionally a blaring noise coming from one. Not caring for this slow down, he simply hopped on top of one vehicle. The prince began an odd way of travelling, hopping from small vessel to vessel. Each time his feet touched the apparently weak metal, a small indention was left behind as well as insufferable screaming from the angry person inside. He simply ignored it, continuing until suddenly the pilots were all exiting their crafts and screaming at him, angrily shaking fists and pointing fingers. Haupien frowned, annoyed by the disrespect they were showing him. Did they not know how to treat royalty? He brought his sword up, and they instantly shut up. He smiled, and suddenly the silence was disrupted. Now instead of angrily yelling, the humans were running amok, screaming most obnoxiously. The prince sighed, trying not to lose his composure. Maybe they simply weren't very intelligent? He continued his car hopping, growing used to the high pitched shrieks. That was when a new sound emerged- a loud blast. Haupien's instincts kicked in, his body twisted as his blade moved to protect him. A small chunk of metal hit the side of the blade square on, separating cleanly into two halves. He glared at the man in blue holding someone sort of weaponry towards him, before the earthling simply joined the screaming and fled. Haupien grew tired of this behavior, and instead shot into the sky.
The prince entered a different part of the city, the commotion he had caused nothing more than a distant memory now. That was when the advanced machinery situation on the konatsian's face alerted him. He quickly read the on screen text. A power level of approximately 3.5k.
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Post by Iroh on Jul 8, 2017 17:06:38 GMT
Admittedly, even Iroh thought that he had now been trying to find someone that could potentially answer him for maybe a little too long now. He couldn't tell why, but it was as if most of the people that walked down the streets at the time were either in those weird floating constructs - that sometimes reached quite high speeds on the roads - or folks that were downright definitely uninterested in the subject of matter. He could tell them from those who would be interested in such a sport straight away: they often wore fancy clothes, with ties and all, carrying a suitcase in their hands. Though he was unable to predict where they were possibly coming from, they seemed stuck in their own little bubble, not even looking towards him and the others, and simply walking forward towards whatever destination they were heading towards. It was hard. Pretty hard, in fact. He had not expected the simple task of simply asking someone a question to be so damn hard to do. Everyone here looked so... occupied, stuck in their own antics and businesses. It did not bother him immensely, but it was not really pleasing him either. For something that looked so hyped up, this "boxing" sport seemed quite... unpopular here. Maybe he was in the wrong part of the city? Given the largeness of the place, there must be areas where people like fighting more than the rest of the civilization around here. So, sighing, he would stretch himself for a moment, then prepare himself to start flying away from this part of town. However, right before he could leave, he noticed that a young male Human, of about his age, wearing a baseball cap was staring at the poster with a smile on his face, chuckling to himself. He seemed excited. Blinking, Iroh stared at him in surprise, then smiled along. Ah, finally, someone that was interested by the match! Maybe he could ask this guy about it all. Approaching him, he would raise a hand, waving it at the man as he tried to appear as friendly as he possibly could. "Hey, uh, sorry to ask, but do you know where this is taking place? I'm kinda new here, so, uh, I'm not really familiar with this city's landscape..."
The young man with the baseball cap stared at him, his attention taken away from the poster towards Iroh. He smiled to him, then answered. "Ah, sure, man! You really can't miss it! It's just near the Satan Mall. This match seems pretty important, so I bet..."
He suddenly stopped talking once he noticed that there was somebody flying towards their direction, simply hovering over the city. Though one would normally remain calm in this situation due to the fact that Ki fighters are not that rare nowadays, this guy... was staring at the area they were in. And he had a sword. So, gulping, the baseball cap-wearing person laughed awkwardly, then patted Iroh's shoulder.
"A-Anyways, I-I-I-I hope this match will be as good as they p-pretend it to be... S-SEE YA!"
The man then ran away, leaving Iroh all alone as most of the people that were previously in the streets were simply minding their own business, seeming as though they couldn't give much of a damn about the flying man. However, Iroh, him, was left confused by the young man's runaway, staring in silence as he did so before turning his head towards the flying man. Oh... So that's why he seemed so scared... Well, this guy seemed like he's able to use Ki. That alone was pretty cool. What was less cool was that he had a Scouter and that he was staring more or less towards him with it. Usually, that's a pretty bad sign. Even his father told him that most people that wear this thing are considered to be pretty dangerous in some ways or another... and this guy had a sword with him. So, still a bit unfazed by the situation, he calmly took out his own Scouter from his pocket and put on his head, staring back at the flying swordsman with curiosity. The number that appeared on his screen left him surprised. 20,000. This guy had a Power Level of 20,000. That... That's pretty strong. No way he could defeat this guy in a proper fight. He couldn't tell from so far away from the ground, but it also seemed as though he was wearing clothing that did not seem to be of Human culture. They looked like... some kind of armor, actually. Slowly taking off the Scouter from his head and putting it back in his pocket, Iroh stared at the guy in silence, then started to walk away. Maybe he won't notice. Really, Iroh had no fights to pick with this guy at all. Most likely, this guy detected his own Power Level, of which he guessed to be around 3500. Most people around here had a Power Level of about 1 to 10, so maybe that's why. Then, he stopped walking away and sighed. Oh well, if he's gonna get beaten today, that's entirely his fault. He should have asked his trainers back on Planet Ingot how to learn to suppress his Ki. There was no way he was going to get out of here so easily while this guy is around. So, putting his hands in his pockets, he turned himself once more, then stared at the flying man. Most likely, the guy already noticed him, so he was already heading towards his direction. So, he waited. There was nothing else he could do here. Aw, man... He just wanted to watch a "boxing" match, not be sliced by some guy's sword...
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Post by Haupien Kokosnuss on Jul 8, 2017 20:56:03 GMT
The prince located the location of the power level, looking at the person. They were.. well relatively normal. This combined with the lower power level compared to some ki users. He watched the man talk to someone, until they both seemed to notice him. They stared, and the man he was talking to suddenly seemed to freak out and flee for some reason. Haupien smirked, curious what the commotion was. As he stared at the man, he looked back at him, seeming surprised. His hand slowly reached for his pocket, until a scouter emerged. A scouter? So he wasn't someone who just naturally had higher power, he knew about his abnormal power level as well. The stranger seemed to realize just how much more powerful Haup was, and instantly turned around and walked away. He frowned, curious on what the cause could be. It seemed odd to turn tail so quickly, even if he was stronger. Maybe he knew of his reputation as a mercenary? But why would that affect him? The prince began slowly lowering from the sky, before he noticed the potential enemy stopped. He turned in his path, staring at the prince casually, hands in his pocket. Haupien frowned, and suddenly fell out of the sky instantly, landing on the ground. Ignoring the cracks from the impact, he walked straight towards him, sword by his side.
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Post by Iroh on Jul 9, 2017 0:32:47 GMT
Yep, that reaction was definitely not the kind of reaction Iroh had guessed would've been brought out of the swordsman when he simply turned around and stared at him like that. At best, he had thought the guy would had tried to talk to him in some way or another so that the Ferrosian could have a guess as to why he was here, but... that doesn't really seem like that's going to be happening at all. In fact, it now really seems as though this guy somehow had beef with him even though they never even met before, which was now starting to worry Iroh just a little bit. He didn't want to fight. Well, at least, he didn't want to fight here with so many Humans around. Besides, he didn't even want to fight this guy at all: their Power Levels were so unbalanced, there were just no chances for him to even think about beating this guy in a fair fight. Though his neutral expression did not change, he was now starting to panic internally with small beads of sweat starting to fall down his right temple. He took a step back, cautioned, alert, unsure of what to do here, but he kept his hands in his pockets, his eyes blinking behind his glasses as he steadied his breathing. No. No, no, no, there was no need to panic. Why was he even panicking anyway? He was trained to never panic in front of the possibility of a fight! Ugh... So many years of peace must have weakened his mind somehow. It has been a very long while since he's felt his heart beat in his chest like that. It was a frantic beat, a beat that would normally be akin of cowards'. It was so utterly frustrating to feel such a heartbeat, so diminishing, so brutally shameful. But enough about that. Enough about his damn panic. Maybe, if he focuses just enough, it'll simply fly away. Yeah, yeah, that usually works, yeah. So, frowning a little bit, Iroh stared into the man's eyes with caution, trying to see if there were any signs of hostility as the guy walked towards him with that sword. From the looks of it, it was obvious this guy seemed somehow angry. He was frowning, after all. What? What could he have possibly done to anger him? Was he because of his casual attitude to all of this? It... perhaps was. He probably took it as a sign of underestimation somehow, like he thought of him as a joke of some kind. In any case, that sword definitely didn't look like a joke and so did the guy holding it. In fact, now that he was closer, Iroh could tell that this guy was not Human thanks to his skin color, which seemed... purple? Well, a very pale purple. Again, closer investigation was needed, but that wasn't important. Well, if there was one thing he could tell was that this guy somehow looked way more important than he could ever be like with the clothes he wore, especially with that armor and all. After he had enough staring at the guy, Iroh asked, wary of the Humans that were staring at them with those looks of fear and panic in their eyes: "Right... so... quick question before you try to impale me... What's this all about...? Who are you? Is this about my parents?"He definitely had to ask. After all, maybe this guy was some sort of mercenary of some kind that was paid by the Ferrosian government to bring him and his parents back to Planet Ingot. Honestly, that's probably really not what's happening here, but there was no real reason not to ask such a specific question, just in case.
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Post by Haupien Kokosnuss on Jul 9, 2017 21:55:57 GMT
Haupien studied the stranger, curious on his thoughts. With the vast difference in power levels, he was incredibly brave to be this calm about this. To not have folded or fled by now caused the prince to respect him, and hope they weren't enemies. He continued his walk, coming closer and closer. The street seemed to grow quiet, as the stranger frowned and stared him directly in the eye. Haupien almost stopped in his place, completely stunned. He masqueraded his feelings and continued, wondering why he was acting so casual still. Was he much stronger than his scouter displayed, perhaps suppressing it in one way or another? Finally, someone spoke. Haupien stopped walking when he said something, made even more confused. Did he think he was going to just kill him? And he didn't even know what was happening? Haupien had only took note of him because of his power, and simply acted strange because he thought that the other person knew something and was acting odd because of it. And what was this about parents?
The prince felt his left hand find the back of his head nervous, and let out a small nervous laugh. "I was hoping you knew?" he said confused. At this point the earthlings in the street were all either gone, or staring directly at his sword. "Er- sorry about that. I don't know anything about your parents. I'm just uh- just here." The prince was a fish out of water at this point, not used to this kind of encounter. He felt- he felt awkward. "Um. So. I- what was that about your parents?" he questioned, trying to draw attention away from the fact that he had no idea what to do now.
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Post by Iroh on Jul 10, 2017 2:14:44 GMT
"What."
Iroh would simply let out as, then, seemingly completely confused, the sword-wielding person downright deflated into a nervous, embarrassed mess. For a moment, the Ferrosian had remained serious, thinking that this was some sort of trick, but, eventually, he slowly dropped his guard as the drop of sweat, previously created from stress, instead fell down comically into what you would commonly see in some popular comic books. It was the very first time, too, that, instead of portraying complete neutrality when it came to his facial expression, he now instead seemed as confused as this other guy currently was, trying to figure out what he was about. To put it rather bluntly, the answer Iroh gave to what he previously thought to be some sort of dangerous opponent was as clueless as the swordsman's current state of mind. Like many of the Humans who were still here to witness the scene that was unfolding before their eyes, the Ferrosian simply had no answer to possibly give to the swordsman for a short period of time as his brain slowly understood what was going on. Apparently, this guy was... somehow thinking that he knew something that was important enough for him to brandish a weapon in front of his face, even going as far as to apologize for the trouble he definitely caused. He also told that he knew nothing about his parents, of which he, shortly after, tried to get an answer to, clearly and definitely seeming to have absolutely nothing else to say. Yep... That felt like the right analysis for this mess. So this sword-wielding was probably not dangerous at all. He probably thought, because of Iroh's Power Level and his behaviour after having noticed him flying in the air, that he was dangerous and that he was about to probably harm the people that were around him, of which Iroh had absolutely no want to, thinking that it was pretty useless to do so. As such, the swordsman rushed in, probably, somehow, to try and act as some sort of hero or vigilante, whatever word could define him for the use of such definitive acts of justice. To be fair, maybe Iroh was wrong here and maybe this guy had other intentions... but, for now, that's all he had and that was the only thing he could guess out of this whole mess. "Nothing. I thought you were some kind of weirdo that Ingot called to get me back or something. It's really none of your concern. Well, at least I hope so. What's with that Power Level, though? Twenty-thousand? Most people around here are, like... around one and two, at best."He took a more casual stance, staring at the swordsman with a pretty calm expression now that it was clear the guy apparently, in the end, meant no harm to him, at least not in a stupidly violent or evil way. At this point, though, most of the Humans were slowly walking away as fast as possible, still quite scared that the Konatsian had left the concrete where he landed nothing more but cracks and dust.
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Post by Haupien Kokosnuss on Jul 11, 2017 16:44:28 GMT
The prince felt like a fish out of water, the two staring at each other dumbfounded. Somehow the situation had escalated to such a point that this had happened without either of them knowing what was going on. Haupien watched the man grow more calm, the two going to a much more casual conversation. Haup listened to the man's situation, curious of what he meant. What amused the prince was that in another situation, as a mercenary these people could have hired him to retrieve him, but luckily for the both that wasn't the case. Now the other man continued talking, asking him about his power level. Haupien almost shrugged, never really concerning himself with it. How exactly had he became so strong?
"Well. I don't think there's any real single reason. I'm the prince of Konats, exiled, so my royal blood and the fact that I'm konatsian contributes to my natural power. At the age of 13 my parents were killed and I was given to a mercenary group so I could live a new life in hiding. During this time, I had grown very strong. When you are a warrior for hire, you become strong or you die," he said abruptly. He contemplated on this some more in his own head, remembering how early he had begun working. He hadn't been 14 yet when he was already going on his first mercenary adventure, taking part of a planetary civil war.
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Post by Iroh on Jul 11, 2017 20:34:39 GMT
As Iroh listened to what the swordsman had to say to pretty much explain the current situation of his Power Level, the Ferrosian remained still, staring at him with his face now completely returned to neutral, as if none of what the guy just said even fazed him. So, the guy was royalty and he was apparently a "Konatsian". Whatever that was, it was probably an alien race that was apart of the many kinds whose planets were far too separated away from Planet Ingot for the knowledge about their existence being even close to important. Honestly, though, none of that information really shocked Iroh. To be fair, it was really hard to shock a guy who was just revealed that a sword-wielding psychopath-looking person that previously seemed to want to hurt him apparently had no reason at all to actually hurt him and now was just standing there with the most awkward of faces. But that did not mean he thought of this guy as some sort of cruel joke. At the least, there was some sort of explanation behind his Power Level and how he acquired his sword, seeing as, apparently, he had been doing some mercenary work for quite some time. He couldn't tell how old this guy was, but to start fighting at the age of thirteen years old with a mercenary group because your parents were killed is a pretty harsh reality. Nevertheless, none of the guy's actions were remotely explained here and, in fact, it really seemed as though the swordsman had completely mistaken him as somebody who was dangerous and needed to be put down. So, with his hands still in his pockets, Iroh stared at him in silence for a moment, as if he was contemplating what to say after such a dark revelation, then replied to the swordsman's abrupt sayings: "Mhm. Well, anyway, do you happen to know where the "Satan Mall" is? There's apparently a "boxing" match about to happen over there and I'm pretty interested in going over there to watch it. You can come with me if you want to, by the way. At least I'll have somebody to talk to."He said, all the while pointing towards the poster on the wall of the building. At this point, absolutely everybody that were previously standing on the streets were gone, leaving the duo completely alone. Only but cars were sometimes passing by. Yet, none of this felt wrong to Iroh. For some reason, he really could not take any of this really seriously, instead still trying to find a way to go to this "boxing" match he seemed so fascinated by. Heck, maybe the prince of all Konatsians has heard about the existence of such a sport. In a way, it was extremely fascinating to see someone that was much weaker than the one who was standing before him act so casually. There was no way to tell if he was taking this guy seriously or not despite the many hints that led to the latter fact; after all, Iroh definitely and seemingly had his guard down here... What was up with him? Some would say he is insane. Iroh, him, would simply describe himself as "frankly not in the mood to fight at the moment".
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Post by Haupien Kokosnuss on Jul 12, 2017 17:29:25 GMT
Haupien shifted uncomfortably as the stranger stared at him, stone faced. He didn't seem that special- but here he was, completely used to these strange events. The prince blinked as suddenly the conversation completely changed, and he was questioned about some kind of "boxing" event? "I- I don't know what Satan Mall or boxing is. You!" he suddenly said, pointing his sword at a passerby who was trying to hide. "What is this boxing? And can you show us where this satan mall is?"
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Post by Iroh on Jul 12, 2017 19:14:16 GMT
To be perfectly honest, Iroh had absolutely no real knowledge on whether or not this guy even knew what this "Satan Mall" or "boxing" were all supposed to be about. He, like the previous attempts he had done to even gain the knowledge as to where the match was even happening, was simply asking somebody directions. However, the previous directions he had gained were unfortunately incomplete. If this "Konatsian" hadn't appeared with this sword of his, the cap-wearing Human from earlier might have actually shown him where this all happened. In a way, it was a bit of a frustrating thought, but, given the swordsman's complete confusion to this situation he had put himself into, he couldn't possibly get angry towards him. After all, why would he become angry? In fact, when was even the last time he got angry? Was it on Ingot? Was it against his parents? He couldn't even tell. Maybe that lack of emotional distress he suffered after his years of peace and meditation left him unable to get angered for a while. How annoying. But then, suddenly, right after the prince told him that he had no idea what he was talking about, Iroh's eyes stared, dumbfounded, as the mercenary suddenly took his blade and pointed its tip right towards a random Human that had the misfortune to be walking amongst the deserted sidewalks of the area ever since the last few minutes, trying to get himself out of this situation without injuries. It was no surprise that, once the Human noticed the blade pointing towards his direction, he froze instantly, his mouth agape and his eyes wide with fear. He remained there in silence, staring at the prince and the Ferrosian beside him, then answered with a shivering voice: "A-Ah... B-B-B-B-Boxing? Y-You mean, the r-red gloves thing? I-I-I-I heard there was a m-match going on at the S-Satan Mall, yeah! I-It's... It's n-n-not too far from here! Y-You can't miss it! It's pretty big! Hehehehe!"The nervous laugh at the end was enough to make Iroh simply sigh and shake his head out of disbelief. For a guy with such an impressive Power Level, he sure didn't have any manners. So, staring at the prince for a few moments, he gave him a pure deadpan, then turned his head towards the clearly-panicking Human, his emotions reverting to neutrality.
"Can you, uh, give us a general direction of where it is, at least?"
The Human then nodded at what could only be referred to as the speed of light, then raised his left arm, pointing towards what seemed to be the eastern direction. Iroh then thanked him and, just like that, the Human ran as far away as he could, leaving a trail of dust clouds behind him. Clearly, the guy had already pissed in his pants more than just a few times during that encounter. After he did, though, the Ferrosian stared at the Konatsian, then commented:
"Careful with the sword. People here are mostly pretty weak, but they can fight you back. You wouldn't want the entire city to be aware of your presence. Uh, besides, I... kinda don't want to be standing beside a guy that threatens people with a blade, prince or not."
He said with a slight shade of existential dread in his eyes, then started to walk towards wherever the Human had pointed. It was odd that he did not simply decide to fly, but it was probably only because he wanted to take his time before reaching this Satan Mall.
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Post by Haupien Kokosnuss on Jul 13, 2017 18:48:33 GMT
The human seemed to stutter in pure fear, giving lousy directions. Perhaps Haupien had been too upfront about the question, as his new companion for the time asked him in a less scary way. Finally the man gave them decent directions, and ran off at an astounding rate for his power level. That's when the man he was going to see this "boxing" thing then confronted him, saying he couldn't just be waving it around because they could fight back. He scoffed, considering his sword essentially an extension of him and the humans no threat, but if he didn't want the sword out he wouldn't have it. He put it on his hip, and walked to the direction the man pointed.
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Post by Iroh on Jul 14, 2017 16:57:59 GMT
Seeing the Konatsian put his sword away was, frankly enough, very much of a relief for Iroh as, now, he could at least say that the guy didn't want any harm to the people of the city. Usually, when someone walks around with a damn blade in his hand, that means that he probably wants to do something stupid, like suddenly attack someone out of the blue or go on about enslaving somebody's planet. That happened once, back on Planet Ingot, actually. It was during training that, suddenly, some of the Sentinels that were in the area at the time (of course, there was no sight of his parents around back then) told him and the other Ferrosian children that something had just landed on the planet and was declaring war on its inhabitants. Apparently, the guy was of a green skin color and looked like a mixture between a slug and a man. It only took a day for the Sentinels to properly take care of him. Iroh had no real knowledge on what happened between the man and the Sentinels, but it must not have been pretty. Either way, it didn't really seem as though the swordsman really wanted harm on anybody. At the least, it was not like that other slug guy back on Ingot. However he saw and defined Humans as, it didn't seem like he really wanted to simply go ahead and cut off their heads or whatever stupid things Iroh could imagine, and, now that the sword was on his hip, there was no trouble that was going to follow them around. Trouble, here, being the security forces in the area... or, worse, the "military" Ryder had told him about, which, in itself, didn't sound like a really amazing conjunction of Humans to fight against. So, here they went, walking towards the direction the male Human had pointed them towards. For someone who was previously thinking that this guy at his side was about to literally kill him off or at least injure him, Iroh was surprisingly calm and suddenly quite fine with walking just like that beside him. He didn't feel stressed anymore and his previous frown has completely left his visage. His hands were still in his pockets and he didn't want to take off his Scouter. Really, for a person with such a great Power Level amongst Humans, this man was just... almost downright obscenely calm. It was a little bit absurd too. Something in his life must have left him this way to make him behave like this, and there's the slight possibility that it may become an annoyance for the swordsman. In any case, as they walked towards this "Satan Hall", Iroh was the first one to talk, putting one step forward, one at a time: "Just recalled that we haven't presented ourselves yet. We're probably better off calling ourselves by our real names rather than titles: I'm honestly not sure I always want to refer to you as the Prince of the Konatsians. Anyway, my name's Iroh. What's yours?"He asked with a friendly and non-disrespectful manner, trying to bring a certain good mood to try to start some sort of conversation. He had noticed the huff and the frustration that exhumed from the Konatsian when he had asked him to sheathe his sword, and that's not the best mood to keep up, really. Might as well make it nice and friendly. Besides, anger's probably the most annoying of feelings. You don't feel good, just bad. What was really most surprising about Iroh's voice and the tone he used was that there was really nothing that said he was overestimating or underestimating this new individual, which was strange, given his comment from earlier about the swordsman's Power Level. He was even completely unaffected by the man's history and background, neither impressed by it or fully and intently mocking it villainy. He was just seeing the swordsman on a very neutral level. In a world as crazy as this one, this was a pretty rare sight. Whether it's a good one or not, however, remains a mystery.
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