Post by Tulip Waterfield on Aug 13, 2017 1:00:16 GMT
Sliding her feet apart and thrusting her fists in front of her body, Tulip paused in that position. Her gaze traveled to the reflection of her body in the lake. It was the proper stance, pose, and technique. She held the position for a few more moments, before relaxing entirely. Falling on her back facing the sun overhead, the woman sighed softly.
The woman sat up, running her hands through the blue grass at her side. The planet she found herself stranded on was many things, but only one word filled her mind as she stared at the serene landscape, green skies, and blue grass. Beautiful. She leaned back, staring across the large, green lake. The young hybrid pinched off a piece of the blue grass, before pressing the plant against her lips. Blowing firmly, a shrill whistle pierced the air.
How many Namekian children know of this? How many of them can live in peace, with the threat of the Solar Saiyan Empire hovering over their head? It’s wrong...As a person who claims to pursue justice, can I just idly stand by and watch this evil play out?
Letting the blue stalk flutter towards the ground, the woman rose to her feet. Sliding her feet apart, the woman thrust one hand into the air. Twisting her palm to one side, she ran her hand down parallel to her body, as her other hand stayed at her waist.
Thrusting her arm straight out, the woman brought both her hands into her waist and thrust them out to either side. Her hair turned golden, as her aura spiked to even greater heights. Her energy forced the grass to either side, as she shouted.
Staring at the lake and her reflection, the woman saw the way her face was twisted into a savage grin. She wondered in her heart, how many Namekians had been slain by a face much like this one. She bit her lip, blood running in a line to her chin. Her aura dispersed as her hair returned to normal. She wasn’t a hero of justice, or even a good person. She was just another fight-hungry brawler, searching everywhere for their next fix. Pin had been right; the filthy robot tool of the Saiyans had spoken the truth. She was just a filthy hypocrite, clinging to a flawed ideology that couldn’t exist within this harsh reality.
“Dammit!” The young woman threw her jacket to the side, wincing as the shoulder pocket popped open and spilled her capsules across the ground. One tumbled further than the rest, bouncing off the ground and popping open with a hiss. Four items exploded into view, making the woman pause. Her eyes widened in shock, before an idea started forming in her head. Grabbing the edge of her white tanktop, the woman began tugging it off over her head. It tumbled to the ground, shortly followed by her training shorts.
“This...definitely feels weird and uncomfortable.” The young woman tried to tug the super snug clothing away from her body, glaring at the embarrassing reflection on the lake. Her curves, though slight, were over-emphasized in the tight black leather. She delivered a high kick, reddening as the tight leather bit into her flesh. It hadn’t hurt...but felt strangely good. And that irked the woman more than pain. She threw a volley of punches to ensure the outfit could handle her range of motion. It did fine, with her ending with a palm smash that parted the green water for over a dozen feet. It splashed back into place, as the woman sighed. Picking up the black helmet on the ground, the woman slid it on over her head. It completely masked her face, hiding her features from sight.
Taking the same pose from before, the woman slowly repeated the pose from before. Her energy began spiking, as the woman shouted loudly.
Her aura shot up, before dispersing as she shouted at the top of her lungs and fniished the pose.
“Rider Blade...Shadow.” She whispered, as the sword materialized in her hands. It was a short tanto, but the entire blade was a cold, dark sheen. She stared at the black blade and looked at the reflection in the green lake.
Not the perfect image of a hero...but it’s a start. Letting the blade disperse into ki, the woman removed the helmet. Her transformation was released, as the woman let her brown hair fall onto her shoulders. The helmet was a bit stuffy, but she’d handled harder trials in the past. With a renewed sense of purpose, the woman grinned.
This never-setting sun stuff is really getting on my nerves. It doesn’t help with napping.
The woman sat up, running her hands through the blue grass at her side. The planet she found herself stranded on was many things, but only one word filled her mind as she stared at the serene landscape, green skies, and blue grass. Beautiful. She leaned back, staring across the large, green lake. The young hybrid pinched off a piece of the blue grass, before pressing the plant against her lips. Blowing firmly, a shrill whistle pierced the air.
How many Namekian children know of this? How many of them can live in peace, with the threat of the Solar Saiyan Empire hovering over their head? It’s wrong...As a person who claims to pursue justice, can I just idly stand by and watch this evil play out?
Letting the blue stalk flutter towards the ground, the woman rose to her feet. Sliding her feet apart, the woman thrust one hand into the air. Twisting her palm to one side, she ran her hand down parallel to her body, as her other hand stayed at her waist.
“Super Saiyajin….”
Thrusting her arm straight out, the woman brought both her hands into her waist and thrust them out to either side. Her hair turned golden, as her aura spiked to even greater heights. Her energy forced the grass to either side, as she shouted.
“Transform!”
Staring at the lake and her reflection, the woman saw the way her face was twisted into a savage grin. She wondered in her heart, how many Namekians had been slain by a face much like this one. She bit her lip, blood running in a line to her chin. Her aura dispersed as her hair returned to normal. She wasn’t a hero of justice, or even a good person. She was just another fight-hungry brawler, searching everywhere for their next fix. Pin had been right; the filthy robot tool of the Saiyans had spoken the truth. She was just a filthy hypocrite, clinging to a flawed ideology that couldn’t exist within this harsh reality.
“Dammit!” The young woman threw her jacket to the side, wincing as the shoulder pocket popped open and spilled her capsules across the ground. One tumbled further than the rest, bouncing off the ground and popping open with a hiss. Four items exploded into view, making the woman pause. Her eyes widened in shock, before an idea started forming in her head. Grabbing the edge of her white tanktop, the woman began tugging it off over her head. It tumbled to the ground, shortly followed by her training shorts.
“This...definitely feels weird and uncomfortable.” The young woman tried to tug the super snug clothing away from her body, glaring at the embarrassing reflection on the lake. Her curves, though slight, were over-emphasized in the tight black leather. She delivered a high kick, reddening as the tight leather bit into her flesh. It hadn’t hurt...but felt strangely good. And that irked the woman more than pain. She threw a volley of punches to ensure the outfit could handle her range of motion. It did fine, with her ending with a palm smash that parted the green water for over a dozen feet. It splashed back into place, as the woman sighed. Picking up the black helmet on the ground, the woman slid it on over her head. It completely masked her face, hiding her features from sight.
Taking the same pose from before, the woman slowly repeated the pose from before. Her energy began spiking, as the woman shouted loudly.
“Masked Rider….”
Her aura shot up, before dispersing as she shouted at the top of her lungs and fniished the pose.
“Transform!”
Her gaze shot to the water, and what she saw made her pause in shock. The transformation had occurred...but she didn’t have the appearance of the feared Super Sayajin. Her strength was at its peak, and she still looked like a normal fighter. Thrusting her fists forward and weaving her body through an intricate pattern of kicks, jabs, and hooks, the woman tested her new uniform to its utmost. Pausing as her feet planted firmly, the woman thrust her hands out. Instead of creating the ordinary golden blades, the woman narrowed her focus, trying to visualize single blade of a specific hue.“Rider Blade...Shadow.” She whispered, as the sword materialized in her hands. It was a short tanto, but the entire blade was a cold, dark sheen. She stared at the black blade and looked at the reflection in the green lake.
Not the perfect image of a hero...but it’s a start. Letting the blade disperse into ki, the woman removed the helmet. Her transformation was released, as the woman let her brown hair fall onto her shoulders. The helmet was a bit stuffy, but she’d handled harder trials in the past. With a renewed sense of purpose, the woman grinned.
“With this...I can help anyone, without fear of reprisal!”
Masked Rider has Entered Namek! PL w/ no bonus