Post by Gura on Dec 10, 2014 21:44:08 GMT
So, this was Earth. Clear, blue skies. Crisp green blades of grass crushed by his incoming ship. Animals around, roaming and nibbling on the grass around them and showing all types of harmony and peace among one another. It was kind of beautiful. From both the human views as well the incoming life-forms'. The alien's body neatly tucked into a fetal position as he descend inside of the solid white orb of a ship.
The ball of technology collecting kinetic force as the atmosphere of Earth greet it. A heavy, orange and yellow flame engulfing it whole as he descend down. The jet black loneliness of space and the glimmering white stars surrounding all fading as a body tucked in like a baby commence his quick and painless dive into the earth. The person inside the durable sphere sound asleep. Blissfully unaware of his chaotic entry. Perhaps it was more of a beautiful destructive entrance.
His silver hair covering his baggy eyes. Black lining over his pectoral and legs. His shoulders exposed, though, and his feet covered by the same black boots albeit with the rim sporting a golden color. His gauntlets similar, except not having an outline of gold nor crimson. His shoulders, however did. Two crimson red tattoos that were symbolic. The same going for the one on his stomach, to which was veiled by a black guard under his chest piece as well the two lightning bolt like markings across his eyelids.
To his people, they must have meant something holy of them. Otherwise, it wouldn't make sense to why so few were marked by it. Otherwise, they were some delinquent kids tattoos. Each marking on him having some kind of glow as he neared the earth's grounds. His ship finally crashing down at last, dirt being kicked up and the debris filling the air. Animals scampering away as the Kagami awake slowly.
“..Erm..” He grunted, his left eye shuttering open to the crimson red glass before him. The same shade going for his iris, looking toward the sides and noting the wondrous and green landscape outside. His palm met the cold steel of the pod and shoved it up, freeing his still coiled body up to move somewhat.
He squirmed out, his back arched forward and his face showing quite the displeased expression. The sound of bones crunching and cracking sounded off as the male stretched out and rejuvenated his limbs. Stepping further out and moving his fingers alike. Silver hair still going over his eyes and becoming something of a nuisance until he brushed it from before his sights.
“It's..beautiful. Beats the hell out of Vegeta and Arcose. I'll go back later. When I'm outta that whole paper trash.” The male looked to the grass below him, bending over and grasping something from beneath a blade of a leaf. A caterpillar. The small, oval shaped creature crawling around the alien's extended finger at its own pace. It was quite hideous for something of such nice terrain. Yet, something about it bode good news to the young man.
Smiling, Gura put the tiny thing into the grass once again before carefully stepping over it and heading towards another clearing. Leaving the empty ship by it's lonesome as he go and explore his destination. Eyes wandering about and surveying the trees before him, the lush bushes about and even the weeds of the upcoming setting. The grass much different, as it was wilted and yellowish from seasons. Everything but the dying woodland turned to weeds.
He continued, though. The dead blades of the leafs crushed and giving a satisfying crunch beneath his boots as he head into the center. Looking at his hands and arching his brows. Curious over whether or not he still recalled how to scrap. After all, being inside of a pod for so long did drain much of his patience, energy and just a tiny bit of his overall memory. As far as his name, birth planet and history went, most was well. He couldn't recall when he got his tattoos, though..
The Kagami looked up. The dead plants around him rising up with small pieces of rubble. His Ki increasing and surging into him as he recall his basics in combat. He recalled as much as charging and utilizing several techniques. His chain beginner being a whip of his hand toward his side as a rather large, menacing scythe formulated from dark matters. The blade having a deathly red line going from the tip of the blade down the handle. His Magical Materialization move was still an actuality. He simply needed his Rengeki to be remembered.
The bar of the weapon twirled between his fingers. Spinning it around and capturing it expertly as he continue the flashy style before smashing the blade into the grass. A slight smirk forming. “..Rengeki no Fullbuster!” he roared out, retrieving it back up before spinning it in a full 360° a number of times before rising into the air and slashing and slicing at a consistent rate, spiraling the blade away and allowing it to melt to nothingness. Given, he was unable to fly and thus leaving him to ha e a small window of time to link his second style.
“Rengeki no Jetbuster!” he cried out again, this time two twin blades formulated in his palm. Fingers laying over the hilts and his arms swinging them rapidly as the tiny explosives the the blades going off and booming. The collective force propelling him at speeds unseen and off into the true world before him.
The ball of technology collecting kinetic force as the atmosphere of Earth greet it. A heavy, orange and yellow flame engulfing it whole as he descend down. The jet black loneliness of space and the glimmering white stars surrounding all fading as a body tucked in like a baby commence his quick and painless dive into the earth. The person inside the durable sphere sound asleep. Blissfully unaware of his chaotic entry. Perhaps it was more of a beautiful destructive entrance.
His silver hair covering his baggy eyes. Black lining over his pectoral and legs. His shoulders exposed, though, and his feet covered by the same black boots albeit with the rim sporting a golden color. His gauntlets similar, except not having an outline of gold nor crimson. His shoulders, however did. Two crimson red tattoos that were symbolic. The same going for the one on his stomach, to which was veiled by a black guard under his chest piece as well the two lightning bolt like markings across his eyelids.
To his people, they must have meant something holy of them. Otherwise, it wouldn't make sense to why so few were marked by it. Otherwise, they were some delinquent kids tattoos. Each marking on him having some kind of glow as he neared the earth's grounds. His ship finally crashing down at last, dirt being kicked up and the debris filling the air. Animals scampering away as the Kagami awake slowly.
“..Erm..” He grunted, his left eye shuttering open to the crimson red glass before him. The same shade going for his iris, looking toward the sides and noting the wondrous and green landscape outside. His palm met the cold steel of the pod and shoved it up, freeing his still coiled body up to move somewhat.
He squirmed out, his back arched forward and his face showing quite the displeased expression. The sound of bones crunching and cracking sounded off as the male stretched out and rejuvenated his limbs. Stepping further out and moving his fingers alike. Silver hair still going over his eyes and becoming something of a nuisance until he brushed it from before his sights.
“It's..beautiful. Beats the hell out of Vegeta and Arcose. I'll go back later. When I'm outta that whole paper trash.” The male looked to the grass below him, bending over and grasping something from beneath a blade of a leaf. A caterpillar. The small, oval shaped creature crawling around the alien's extended finger at its own pace. It was quite hideous for something of such nice terrain. Yet, something about it bode good news to the young man.
Smiling, Gura put the tiny thing into the grass once again before carefully stepping over it and heading towards another clearing. Leaving the empty ship by it's lonesome as he go and explore his destination. Eyes wandering about and surveying the trees before him, the lush bushes about and even the weeds of the upcoming setting. The grass much different, as it was wilted and yellowish from seasons. Everything but the dying woodland turned to weeds.
He continued, though. The dead blades of the leafs crushed and giving a satisfying crunch beneath his boots as he head into the center. Looking at his hands and arching his brows. Curious over whether or not he still recalled how to scrap. After all, being inside of a pod for so long did drain much of his patience, energy and just a tiny bit of his overall memory. As far as his name, birth planet and history went, most was well. He couldn't recall when he got his tattoos, though..
The Kagami looked up. The dead plants around him rising up with small pieces of rubble. His Ki increasing and surging into him as he recall his basics in combat. He recalled as much as charging and utilizing several techniques. His chain beginner being a whip of his hand toward his side as a rather large, menacing scythe formulated from dark matters. The blade having a deathly red line going from the tip of the blade down the handle. His Magical Materialization move was still an actuality. He simply needed his Rengeki to be remembered.
The bar of the weapon twirled between his fingers. Spinning it around and capturing it expertly as he continue the flashy style before smashing the blade into the grass. A slight smirk forming. “..Rengeki no Fullbuster!” he roared out, retrieving it back up before spinning it in a full 360° a number of times before rising into the air and slashing and slicing at a consistent rate, spiraling the blade away and allowing it to melt to nothingness. Given, he was unable to fly and thus leaving him to ha e a small window of time to link his second style.
“Rengeki no Jetbuster!” he cried out again, this time two twin blades formulated in his palm. Fingers laying over the hilts and his arms swinging them rapidly as the tiny explosives the the blades going off and booming. The collective force propelling him at speeds unseen and off into the true world before him.