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Post by Zoraba on Jul 24, 2017 4:42:59 GMT
The Wild Man and the Tin Woman
A bulbous bag of meat, with blood seeping through the fabric was carried on the shoulder of a man. His broad shoulders covered in a thick coat of his own fur, thick black hair which continued across his just as broad chest. He lifted his nose in the air and sniffed as he changed direction and made his way down an alleyway within the dirtiest slimiest slum on planet vegeta. The Radditsu District was just a tad more chaotic than the rest of the capital city of Cucumber, which might be the reason Zoraba found it more appealing. He came to a halt in a crossroads between the multiple alleyways, littered with litter, and trash cans. Pursing his lips Zoraba gave a sharp whistle and in seconds he was set upon by a gang of wild canine like creatures. He was immediately knocked over being tackled by the beasts. “ Bark! Rrrrruff!” the Saiyan let out as he shoved a dog off his chest. “ Awfully hungry today arn’t ya?” he said as he reached into the sack he had been carrying, grabbing a haunch of red flesh and tossing it away from himself. Half the pack taking the initiative and running after it quickly. Zoraba finding the opportunity to climb back to his feet, flipping his sodden red stained bag and dumping out the rest of his contents with a hot and very wet plop. The blood splattering up his legs and the noise grabbing the attention of the rest of the canines who dived into the pile of food eagerly. Zoraba watched them with a bit of longing in his heart before he squatted down and stroked the head of one of the smaller creatures. “ In the wild is where you should be, better hunting out there boys.” He gave a toothy grin “ Can’t let you starve, no I cannot.” The pup gave him a curious look as it’s muzzle dripped the crimson juices of it’s dinner. Zoraba sighed and straightened himself out as he looked toward the sky then. He’s been on vegeta for a long while, this place is supposed to be his homeworld. But to Zoraba it didn’t exactly feel like home, at least not yet. With only a handful of people he has met on the planet who even seemed to be what the wild man had expected when he returned to this orb. At this exact moment he felt more at home then at any other time. With these dogs, so similar to the family that raised him, it felt right to socialize with beasts rather than his own people. The muscular saiyan stepped back out of the maze between the buildings and back into an open main street.
Zoraba's PL: [17,434 + Heavy Weights = 4,356 PL] |
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Post by Jishu Hofferson on Jul 24, 2017 14:48:26 GMT
Thread PL: 1,500
A certain android had finally started to wander more and more, ending up in the violent Radditsu District of Vegeta. Here she threw rocks at random passerby when they called her names, and two saiyans had even killed a woman.The display of violence confused her, as the android had no moral code or knowledge of Saiyajin culture.
Regardless, the sound of barking and a nasty plop noise made her investigate. It led her to a far more powerful tailed warrior; which activated a reactive impulse. "Oi clod! What the fuck are you doin, that stuff smells horrid, and you need to shave."
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Post by Zoraba on Jul 29, 2017 22:04:39 GMT
Zoraba turned to find a short saiyan looking girl giving him some very sharp tongue forcing him to cock an eyebrow in curious annoyance. “Clod?” he asked as he looked her over finding her to look saiyan for the most part, but something was just a tad off. Crossing his arms across his chest he chuckled aloud “Feeding the local pups, they have trouble hunting in the city. I feed them, is best before they turn on us for food.”
His fingers went to his chin and stroked his wiry hairs that made a thin beard across his jaw. ”I think you’re a bit small, and weak, telling people what to do should not be your task.” His faced darkened for a moment as his eyes pierced her “Tell me who this scrawny girl believes she is to talk to me the way she does.” a smirk growing again spreading across his face. “Liking your answer would be in your favour, so think about this girl.”
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Post by Jishu Hofferson on Aug 5, 2017 1:08:11 GMT
The ki-haired Android merely tilted her head at the sight before her, having irritated the much stronger and quite more muscular Saiyajin before her. Apparently the dogs had trouble hunting in the city, and Zoraba reprociated by calling her weak.
"I mean, I'm not much smaller than you.. Nor do I have as much chest hair. I'm a incomplete prototype of Collard Hofferson, so trust me. Once I'm complete I'll be stronger and down to throw down if you really want then I suppose. Just not right now and I personally don't feel scared about your threats. If you want to blow me up or beat me up feel free, I think. I know a good hunting place though."
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Post by Zoraba on Aug 21, 2017 7:18:34 GMT
“Collard who? Girl, am I supposed to know of this name?” Zoraba cocked an eyebrow and crossed his arms as the android seemed to prattle on. “Your life story? I never asked for that.” he chuckled a bit to himself then. “I’ve done my hunting for the night, the beasts are fed.” He took a step closer to her. “Now… prototype, of what?”
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Post by Jishu Hofferson on Aug 22, 2017 15:09:02 GMT
Jishu looked at Zoraba, staring at him with emotionless purple eyes as he spoke sharply of Collard; apparently unknowing of the person who had originally created her. He chuckled after retorting at her, annoyed slightly as he took a step closer. "Watch out, bucko. I don't care how much stronger you are than I am, but I don't like you shoving your body in my face. I'm a prototype, Prototype Humanoid. The first android he created in an attempt to make humanoid machines that can think for themselves."
Her retort was sharp, moving to step back with narrowed eyes. "Now why do you care, you don't know Collard. You probably don't know Capper either, so why should I bother with such an animalistic-minded bonehead of a Saiyan? Have you even tried to learn how to be normal, because if you have you certainly aren't showing it with your failed intimidation attempts and poor manners. Next thing you're going to tell me is that you were raised by Vegetan Archveri Wolves."
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