Capper Hofferson
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Post by Capper Hofferson on Sept 29, 2017 10:39:36 GMT
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Satan City's brand new Harfest Fair brought out all of the neighborhood freaks in all the best ways. Lawns became graveyards, fake corpses dangled from trees and cobwebs spanned every doorway. As late into the autumn as the Earth was, the leaves were either loose on the ground or hanging by the loosest of threads on the twisted trees arcing over the roads. Many whirled on the closed off-streets of the city, traffic paved away for all sorts of festive attractions, rides, and vendors.
Capper wasn't sure why he bothered traversing through the festival grounds. It was a good shortcut to the desolate paths leading to the ever so familiar Spinach Wastes. Part of the grown, five-foot-ten saiyan wanted to care about this festival- he wanted to have some fun. But he just... Wasn't excited or anything. He didn't care. Oh well- at least he had some space away from Corza for now. Though the fact that he was isolating himself from even his family was a huge red flag, even to Capper himself.
The saiyan sighed, sitting down at a table just a ways away from a Harfesty cafe. In the shaggy grass that wet's the man's feet lie gravestones and severed body parts, a hand and a foot. Plastic, it seemed. From the doorway a animatronic witch stands shrieking and casting spells as she waves her wand up and down. The front door is open and from the inside comes horror movie music. Nearby poke their heads into the gloom to see a hooded figure with a scythe at the table, gesturing them inside. The costumed children shrug, heading inside to get some treats nonetheless.
Screams are the next thing to catch Capper's attention. Glancing to the side, the saiyan eyed a rollercoaster whipping about on it's tracks, passengers screaming with both terror and excitement. He'd ride it himself if it weren't for his recently risen motion sickness, the excuse-making saiyan concluded. "Ugh..." Capper moaned- his voice much deeper than it was only a month ago- while slumping down and resting his head on the table, shielding his ears from the many noises with open palms...
After only a few minutes of more misery, Capper would barely notice a shadow cast over him, a muffled voice speaking with a questioning tone. While his eyes were shut tight and ears still covered, the messy saiyan would crack open one of his eyes when he felt a shake on his shoulder, a voice becoming more and more clear... "...Capper? Cap! It's me!"
The saiyan's eyes trailed up, eyeing a short, four-foot-ish blonde human female with glasses and spiky hair similar to his own. She wore a greenish tunic and a skin-tight black jumpsuit beneath, coupled with a black belt with a large, golden button in the middle. Saiyan gloves and boots finished the look, coupled with a strange orange helmet in her hands. Despite her previous statement, the saiyan couldn't put a name to a face. "Uhhh... Who are you?" The saiyan questioned, narrowing his eyes with confusion. The woman frowned with a sigh. "...It's Carrol. You and your dad kinda saved my life ages ago, remember?"
"Oh, right. You." Capper remarked with boredom, placing his head back on the table. Carrol frowned, setting her Saiyaman Neo costume's helmet down and eyeing her friend- she hadn't seen Capper in ages, but... He clearly wasn't in a good mood now, was he? "Dude, seriously. Why don't you lighten up a little and let your hair down? I don't know how you got in without a costume, but..." She put a hand to her chin, turning around. There was a costume store nearby just beyond the carnival gates...
She still hadn't owed up to the saiyan for saving his life. Maybe she could get a cool mug for Capper's dad also while she was at it, or have her friend bring them here as well! Oblivious to the truth, Carrol quickly grabbed the saiyan's wrist, yanking him into a standing position. "Look! I'm not gonna let my savior sit around and be miserable." She demanded in a firm tone, a wide-eyed Capper staring back. Before he could get a word out, the saiyan found himself being pulled across the fairgrounds, feet moving on their own at this point. "So, let's get you a costume so you can have some fun, eh? It's your ticket to play all the games and go on the rides here!" Carrol chimed, earning newfound panic from Capper. True, one had to be in costume to attend the festivities, but why would Capper concern himself with that? Why did Carrol care so much? "W-What?! No! I'm not going to stoop low and condone in these poor excuses for Earthling festivities!" Capper retorted, trying to worm his arm free. Carrol's grip only tightened, with Capper now afraid she'd pull his arm right off.
"You are having fun and not being a moping moron, whether you like it or not, clod."
"...That's my word."
Despite continued childish wining and protesting, Capper eventually found himself slumped against the wall of the costume department. Several children had already questioned what he was for Harfest, which was only met by a tired groan from the grown saiyan. Carrol was occasionally popping out of the depths of the walls of festive clothing, a pile of potential getups for the saiyan-- none of which Capper liked-- piled nearby. Capper slumped into a sitting position, burying his head into his hands out of frustration. "Kais above, why me?" The only thing that could make this worse was more social interaction.
TAGS: Capper Hofferson
OOC NOTES: So it begins anew
C A P P E R H O F F E R S O N 20 PL KI POINTS: 3/3
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Post by Mammon on Sept 29, 2017 12:00:17 GMT
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Mammon's PL: 163,811 Mammon's current PL: 666
GAIN BONUS: Heavy Wights PL MULTIPLIERS: [UT1] ENERGY SUPPRESSION
I wonder when they were cast from heaven did they ask themselves when will I hit the ground, the thing about falling is you can always fall lower, rock bottom doesn't exist. There still falling. He opened his eye's the light hitting his face like an open wound hot and sharp, it was a real horrifying sight, if you were ten, a haunted house really didn't compare to the big stuff, like taxes, mortgages, and intergalactic wars waged by superhumans. Yeah, this was kid stuff.
So as the werewolves howled, the witches cackled and the teens hosed down houses with eggs he was preparing for the October festivities the only way he knew how, he unwrapped a single chocolate from its shiny wrapper, the low light bouncing off the metallic surface as he slid an inch of metal into it, embedding a razor blade in the caramel goodness before wrapping it back up and putting it back on the pile. Hey, someone had to keep the parents on their toes, it just wouldn't be the season if little Timmy wasn't foaming at the mouth cause he had eaten something that looked like candy.
He stood up and walked down the street, and for the first time in his life he wasn't getting odd looks, the horns didn't draw attention, the pointed teeth didn't make people uncomfortable, after all they were just cheesy plastic teeth, and the fire in his eye's were just clever animatronics, after all.
He entered the costume store with the light ringing of bell's and strode for the counter, showing a receipt before being shown to the back and emerging a Hamlet look-alike, wearing a sable doublet, with a rapier hanging from his hip, a real rapier, not like those fencer use to score and tap each other, its blade was solid steel and as wide his finger, this wouldn't bend if it hit someone they would. He looked like a storybook demon in the truest sense, but lucky for him this was a day for demons. 'my is it my birthday already'.
He was on his way out when he came to a stop mid-stride and looked the two youths up and down, something tickled at the back of his mind, like the edges of a memory you can't seem to grasp only for it to slip out of your mental hand's, I know this one I think. "Hello." he showed them his teeth in a predatory grin, he could get away with it, after all, he was only getting into the festivities. "I couldn't notice how miserable you looked." he held out a hand and balled one of his hand's into a fist, and made a quick gesture like he was striking the air, a bit of smoke and there was a bouquet of flowers covered in fake spider webs and plastic spiders offering it to Carrol. Say one thing for hamlet he never had magic tricks.
"For my next trick I'm going to turn that frown upside down," he turned to Caroll tapping the side of his nose conspiratorially. "so what's with the kid?" We're all falling just some faster than others.
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Post by Kluttz on Sept 29, 2017 12:45:29 GMT
Kluttz wandered Satan City, excited for the festival. He’s never been to a festival in general and this’d be a cool experience for him. He recently heard about the festival from people in the streets about a week ago, and waited, albeit, not very patiently. “Man, this is pretty cool!” he said, watching the different people in costumes pass by.
He saw many different people of different ages, screaming in joy. Kids, teens, adults (such as himself), and even older folk; so he had to join on the fun! “Excuse me sir!” he heard someone call out behind him, and he quickly spun around… Nearly smacking the young girl with his sheath.
“Ah! A-are you okay?!” Kluttz cried out, quickly checking to see the little girl who has fallen over, startled that the sword nearly hit her. “N-no, I’m fine! I guess your dressed up as a samurai or something like that? Maybe a ninja?” she asked him as he helped her up, which confused the older man. “Dressed up? No, this is my actual sword. I’ve not ‘dressed up’ for anything… Should I have?” Kluttz asked, wondering if it was a ‘mandatory thing’ to dress up.
“Wait, that’s a REAL sword!? So cool!... Uh, I mean, yeah, you have to be to attend the festival. There’s a shop over there that sells costumes if you really want to attend the festival!” the girl said, bouncing up and down excitedly before her parents came over and scolding her for talking to strangers and apologized to him.
“It’s alright. Your kid was fine. Bye… Eh, why not. What’s the harm in getting a costume? I mean, it does sounds fun as hell!” he said, making his way over there and heading toward the costume section… With some difficulties of course; something about ‘not being able to have a weapon on premises’ or something, so Kluttz quickly ran past, frightening them because it looked liked he vanished out of thin air.
“Hehehe.” he chuckled as he looked at the costumes, noticing a very un-happy man int back as a younger girl quickly piled costumes on a pile of other costumes, making Kluttz sweat drop. “Glad I’m not that guy. He looks like he’s not having ANY fun. Learn to cheer up man.” he thought, shaking his head and going to look at the costumes, but he did notice Capper’s tail, which made Kluttz wonder if Capper was a Saiyan… or just in costume.
He knew that Capper had a low power, which was contradictory to Gira and Articho who were super powered. “Maybe all Saiyans aren’t super powered, or maybe it’s just the hybrids… But that wouldn’t make sense either… Wait, I have an idea!” the swordsman thought to himself then an idea struck him.
“Hey man, yea, you. The guy in the corner. Are you actually a Saiyan or is that costume?” Kluttz asked him telepathically, acting like he was paying attention more to costumes than Capper. He noticed the other man and raised an eyebrow at the sword, immediately recognizing it was real. “Excuse me, it that sword real? Its craftsmanship is pretty good.” He said, turning himself towards Mammon and smiling, placing his own hand on his katana.
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Post by Pracross Yendatta on Sept 29, 2017 16:22:49 GMT
[Bones to Pick]Thread PL: 11,216 Heavy Weights On: 2,804 Suppressed to: 50
Images and Music will be put in spoilers. (Note: I had to pick this music)
It was such a strange day to be hosting a festival in Satan City, but yet the event seemed to be creeping all around. Children were running around in odd outfits, adults, too, but they ceased to be holding bags and were more likely to be seen with fellow passerby people, seeking to strike up any conversation they could about Harfest and the traditions they celebrated, what costumes they wore when they were young and what many "Scare House" they found entertaining. It truly was a tradition for any person with a cheerful soul and a creative mind. Pracross was not one of the cheerful souls of the bunch, but his mood was altering quickly. The young Saiyan typically hated the cities, but as it was reaching an interesting time of the year, he was growing excited. Satan City was starting to grow on him, the traditions, the people, the city at night was his all-time favorite moment he'd had so far, and not to mention it was becoming rather chilly, just as he liked it. Truly this had to be one of the greatest days of the Earth's "Autumn", or "fall" as other called it, it was under confusing terms. The event he walked in on, he saw children of all ages, even his own, running about in strange outfits that held glowing plasma swords and cloaks, some with grey skin and orange, vibrant horns, and a few others with outfits, all alike in shape to make that of dinosaurs or birds, but were different in color, red, green, blue, black, pink, yellow... He never managed to find out the real name, but he knew it was something of a fighting force. As he approached the main area of the festival, where all the booths and rides were, Pracross noticed he was just about the only one without a costume, so he started a quest to find a costume maybe one to match his scythe. Yeah, his scythe! That would look really cool with a costume! It had a dark tone and looked almost like it belonged to a demon so opportunity has arrived! Now, to find a store... CLUNK!The pole extended into it's full size and made a dent in the concrete below as he showed it off to the counter lady. "Got anything for this?" The people around him were staring with either amazement, fear, or confusion and the lady in front of the boy was in all three. She quietly pointed to a hood in the back and swallowed, bringing her dropped jaw back up. "R-reaper costumes..." The young Saiyan bowed and place an abundant amount of Zeni of the counter before walking over and grabbing one, examining it, then checking another. None of these were interesting, too dull for his taste! A cool weapon deserved an even cooler wielder!
The boy walked his away around and found a fabrics shaped and examined the wares, scratching his chin as he walked around. These all seem so... interesting, pulling his attention more than the others. It was a red nebula design, which seemed to glow. Along with that he grabbed some thread, thick, black string , gloves, a weapon holster, and to finish it all off, a belt with a very fancy looking crest with a shining red ruby. Certainly now he'd stand out! The only thing now was to create his masterpiece...
Pracross, The Horosha, The Slayer of Demons, and now... The Reaper. Upon finishing it, he put the scythe in it's sheath and walked out, ready for adventure once more. |
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Post by Alaistair on Oct 1, 2017 7:32:23 GMT
(Alaistair and Arthus Thread PL: 246,195 and 123,097.5) "Oi, Al! Wake yer ass up already!"Alaistair was still in the midst of napping in his penthouse, on the couch, when a peacock-like Arthus came in, having been trying to get the Devil awake for the last half hour or so. He'd been wearing a Renaissance-style green beret upon his head, with a glistening blue and gold, bird-like mask over his eyes and nose. Upon his torso, he had this strange red and green vertical striped tunic with puffy shoulders that were contrasted with long green pants that flared up at the feet, which he simply covered with some brown, yet fashionable shoes. Alaistair blinked a few times, before he asked, "What am I looking at here?"Arthus's hands outstretched, while staring at Alaistair in a questioning manner that he vocalized, "Did you forget already... It's the Harvest season, idiota! Satan City's getting all spruced up for it, and they've got a Carnivale-like celebration of it!""Ah, I see... And you want to bring me along because..?""Because it's fun," Arthus replied, rushing over and dragging him off the couch, "Not to mention, you've been doing NOTHING since you took that walk through downtown! We're getting ya hammered again and we're gonna have a blast... And you don't get a say in the matter!"Alaistair groaned, but reluctantly agreed to this. They went up to the roof and, in a dazzle of silver light around Alaistair, Arthus gave his boss a similar outfit to his own... Before choosing to give him a more flowing outfit in place of the poofy kind. A large robe with a black and white checkerboard design, that had a large collar was given and a tall, black shamanistic hat, too. He even gave Alaistair an white Oni mask with a space for his large horns to poke through! Once Arthus was satisfied, he had Alaistair follow him through the skies to the city! In a matter of only seconds, they'd arrive. Fireworks were shooting off in the distance, with the bright lights of the Carnival directing them in this night. Arthus took to landing first, being giddy at the showcases of the peculiar acts on the street, along with many stands selling the beginnings of this year's harvest! Alaistair landed soon after and scanned the neatly lit streets. There was certainly an abundance of individuals enjoying the festivities. "Al, Al," Arthus called and rushed over, wrapping an arm over Alaistair's neck and pointed out a crowd surrounding a pair of street performers with some gnarly looking weapons, "Lets check out the scene over there! We can probably even show them up, after we get a few drinks in ya!"Alaistair looked at Arthus, his tail twitching irritably behind at the shoving Arthus was doing to get them to do something. He, however, responded, "Sure... I'll be standin over by those performers and you get us a couple of pints!"Arthus snapped a finger and then patted Al's chest before running off into the crowd like an squirrel with caffeine in its system! Alaistair sighed in relief, finding a moment to relax as he made his way to watch the street performance. (Alright, Alaistair is here with Arthus! Alaistair, currently, is wearing this outfit with this mask on that has some slots for his horns near the top. Arthus, meanwhile, is looking like a Renaissance period harlequin with green and red hues mainly in his outfit, with this mask on. They're both coming from the Cherry Valley Loft to here, and have yet to see or hear any of you guys.) (Alaistair PL: 5000 to Suppressed) (Arthus PL: 5000 to Suppressed) |
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Capper Hofferson
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Post by Capper Hofferson on Oct 19, 2017 2:58:59 GMT
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Carrol yanked out a pecuilular costume- this one somehow Capper's size, she assumed. They both used to be so small- was Capper already a large size? Probably, with saiyan growth spurts and all. She snickered at the costume in hand- a baggy onesie suit resembling a white rabbit. Capper would probably rather die than wear this one, but it was a funny, passing thought. The Saiyaman Neo impersonator, though, would find her attention drifting to a new addition to the party. An odd man apparently dressed up as some Hamlet demon costume approached, questioning her friend's condition. She raised a brow at first, helmeted head tilting to the side.
But, alas, the apparently nice costumed man poofed a festive, spidered bouquet into existance. Unlike Capper, whom would have leapt back at the sudden usage of ki and latched onto a cieling light, the human barely even flinched. Her expression lit up, and she graciously accepted the gift- it was great to see everyone else getting into the spirit! "Wowza, thanks! But, uh... Capper, yeah." She trailed off, looking to the curled up saiyan man in the corner. "...I really don't know what happened to him. He was like this when I found him- but I wanna cheer him up. He's my friend, and kinda saved my life."
The Earthling smiled again, though it diminished when she eyed her monkey friend once more. "But geez louise. I've never seen the poor guy so upset." She bit her lip, eyes trailing to Mammon. "...Y-you don't think something awful happened to him, do you?"
Before an answer could be given, Carrol quickly carried on the conversation. "But anyways!~" She chimed, arms swaying from side to side. "Name's Carrol. I'm a student at the Orange Star High- we actually worked on putting together this big party!" She smiled proudly before popping a quick inquisition. "Who may you be, though?"
While Capper was moping in the corner, a sudden voice would chime in his head- unwelcomed, of course. Kluttz would only hear a brief groan from the saiyan before the telepathic communication was cut and blocked by Capper. The last thing he needed right now was even more racism and prejudice against his species. He didn't even have his tail anymore-- Xylo cut the damn thing off! How'd the telepath know Capper was a monkeyman, anywho? It was probably his ki. Maybe he should have learned how to disguise it better...
The boy briefly eyed a man dressed as some sort of reaper stroll out of the shop, almost wishing he was the real thing to end his pitiful existence once and for all. The saiyan rolled his eyes, burying his head into his curled up body once more, slumping and lying on the floor in his diminutive position. The gods must have hated poor Capper to put him through all of this shit.
TAGS: Capper Hofferson -> Mammon -> Kluttz -> Pracross Yendatta -> Alaistair
OOC NOTES: SORRY FOR THE DELAY I SUCK
C A P P E R H O F F E R S O N 20 PL KI POINTS: 3/3
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