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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2014 3:11:58 GMT
It had been a few days since Azurai had both fought Oguma Inugami and decided to use The Technique leading to a battle with his Other Self so Azurai was now fully recovered and ready to continue his journey. Azurai's few days of travelling since fighting the Demon Oguma consisted of him deciding to head South so that he would be able to prepare for a Martial Arts tournament that he had recently entered. Azurai had learned of The 9th Centurial Conference and was quite eager to participate in a major event so that he could represent his planet. Although Martial Art's Tournament's and Competition's could be considered violent they were usually quite harmless with very little deaths occuring. This meant that Azurai would be able to enter wearing his newly materialized Monk robe's on behalf of his people. But there was a downside to this decision. In order to get to the ground holding the Tournament Azurai needed to continue travelling further than he had intended and thus Azurai needed a shortcut. This decision to take a shortcut had lead Azurai to the feared Diablo Desert. Azurai walked through the thick sands of the Desert, which had nearly filled his shoes from top to bottom, with one arm holding his hood over his head and the other covering his eyes. Azurai resisted against the fierce winds which were using sand, dust and small rocks against him as if the desert itself was telling Azurai to turn the other way and leave. Azurai had been told Diablo Desert was a shortcut to the Tournament grounds by an old wanderer and although in terms of kilometre's that may have been right the current weather conditions were telling Azurai the opposite. Azurai hoped to run into someone in this large desert or that the weather would, unlikely, die down. Maybe if Azurai ran in to someone he or she could help guide Azurai through the weather and lead him to where he wanted to go. Overall Azurai would have just felt a lot safer if someone else was by his side with the same intention of journeying through this wasteland.
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Post by Zucceta on Jan 14, 2014 10:55:00 GMT
A blazing heat bore down on a figure in a worn brown cloak. The young royal turns his eyes to the sun, green hues twinkling like lost, vibrant lakes. His lips were chapped, white and flakey, but his heart was still calm. He was out here, after all, on his own accord. He takes a sip of blissfully refreshing water from a flask in one of his pockets. He wasn't quite sure why he was out here. He'd heard tales of ghosts, which in hindsight wouldn't be too perturbing after he'd fought and defeated a hell-spawn only a few thousand miles north. He was still feeling pretty good about himself about that, but it was probably only a fluke. After all, Oguma Inugami had already been weakened, it'd had just taken a strategic mind to put that information to good use.
But the real reason Akio was here was on hearing about a group of martial artist bandits known as the Wolf Legion. Back in the day a famous warrior had once been a bandit in this region and a group of criminals had taken to using his fame for their own benefit.
Callahan had been making good progress on following some tracks, before a sandstorm whipped up and covered them and the blazing sun.
The desert was now eerily dark. He'd have to get lucky to find anyone in this weather. He could sense, yes, but it was unlikely the bandits truly had a high enough energy level to be found easily.
The hybrid could feel something, however...
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2014 3:52:34 GMT
Azurai continued on his journey into Diablo Desert. For each step Azurai took he felt the ungratifying force of the sandy winds attempt to push him further and further away. Azurai would not let his decided shortcut be for nothing as he continued to take whatever the Desert decided to throw against him. Azurai continued to fight against the winds resulting in cuts and bruises from the utter force of the small rocks and grains of sand smashing over Azurai's body. It was beginning to get to the point where Azurai felt as though he should turn around and let the winds take him but alas Azurai would not give in to the wretched Diablo Desert.
After more slow paced stomping through the wind attempting to throw him Azurai found what appeared to be an old wreckage. The old wreckage was made from old pillars, dead trees and rusted vehicles. It looked as though the pillars that formed the wreckage were originally gigantic in size but over the years had been shredded away, probably due to the fierce winds that occasionally occurred. Azurai decided it was best to head towards the wreckage and seek some sort of refuge to wait for the winds to die down.
It took Azurai a few good minutes to reach the wreckage but with the winds increasing in force at a rapid rate Azurai was glad to have reached it. Upon reaching the wreckage Azurai noticed that the wreckage was more of a temple, or some sort of hideout. The inside of the wreckage was quite small but it was protected from the winds surrounding it. The floor of the wreckage was sandy but somewhat concrete and hard, it was as if the sand had solidified somehow. The walls of the wreckage were covered in strange symbols and graffiti with a giant Insignia made of cloth hanging down from one of the walls. Apart from that the only other specific details of the wreckage worth noting were old rusty beds, a battery operated television with aerials leading out of the TV wrapping around the highest Pillar of the wreckage and broken scimitars lying around in random areas, as if they were a child's toy being left on the floor. Even though the outside of the wreckage made it seemed like this area was abandoned apparently it was occupied. Even with this fact Azurai decided it was best to wait out the storm, no matter who this home belonged to.
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Post by Zucceta on Jan 15, 2014 20:54:28 GMT
The wind was gusting at an uncomfortable level at this stage. The young half-saiyajin had to keep blinking particles of sand out of his eyes, despite the hood that covered his face, and his cloak was billowing in the storm so much that he felt as if he was going to take off with it, whisked away into a vortex of sand and fury. A pebble bounces off his forehead and he growls. This wasn't that fun. Still, if there was any point that the bandits would be all grouped together at one place, it would be when the weather was like this. The hybrid closes his eyes and concentrates... a faint group of power signatures, yes, none of them anywhere near Akio's level but slightly stronger than your average human. And, another, close by to them - way higher than the rest, comparable even to Callahan's. The leader? They were about...
Four hundred metres east.
The young Crane smiles despite himself, quietly thanking Master Shen for teaching him the basics of ki sensation, before twisting and pushing through the wind to find his prey.
It wasn't long before he was stumbling over what was once magnificent pillars, that was now piles of stone rubble eroded down by the rough weather conditions caused by a desert. Continued expansion and retraction of the rock caused by the two extremes in temperature of the day-night cycle of the desert would have contributed to the degradation without maintenance, as would the blasts of wind that everyone within Diablo Desert were currently suffering from. Yes, what could have once been a magnificent palace was now just an echo of it's former self, a crude campsite constructed from scraps of metal torn from vehicles and god-knows-what-else.
The hybrid could hear voices, words whipped to his ears from afar by the wind; "Damn this bloody weather, it's pissing rocks! And we were so close to making some zenni today..."
"Yeah, well, there's nothing we can do about it. Maybe it's the desert punishing us for our evil ways, hahaha! C'mon, guys, let's head inside... see what we can put together for some chow!"
Akio squints. Six, maybe seven shadows disappear inside the ruin. The energy he sensed remained within. Akio found this extremely odd. Maybe the signature was looking for these bandits, too?
The half-saiyan shuffles to the entrance, peering inside to see what would happen next...
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2014 9:18:01 GMT
"Damn this bloody weather, it's pissing rocks! And we were so close to making some zenni today..." "Yeah, well, there's nothing we can do about it. Maybe it's the desert punishing us for our evil ways, hahaha! C'mon, guys, let's head inside... see what we can put together for some chow!"Azurai heard voices from a group of men outside of the home, which Azurai initially thought was abandoned. Azurai had quickly became panicked. Although the outside of this pillary-ruin seemed quite large and intimidating from the outside the inside was quite small. With nowhere to really hide or leave from, apart from the entrance of course, Azurai awaited the on-coming group. A few moments after deciding to encounter the group Azurai watched the entrance as a group of 7 men all entered. All 7 men wore different variants of old, torn and disgusting clothes and came with all different shapes of sizes, some of these men were even Tiger-like in appearance. Apart from their ruthless and off-putting exteriors each of these men shared a common trait. They all wore a bronze piece of chest armor which was spray painted as green as possible in colour. In the center of these pieces of armor was some sort of Japanese character which maintained the bronze color that the spray paint intended to remove. Lastly each man presented in front of Azurai all shared the same type of rusted scimitar. Basically the men presented in front of Azurai were seemingly some of the least intimidating bandits in existence, but whether or not they could fight or pose a challenge to Azurai was yet to be seen. "Who the bloody el' are you?"As the men walked into their home and saw Azurai standing there simply staring at them one of them had to snap out of their confusion to speak. Sadly, it had to be the largest of the bunch with little intelligence who decided to speak. "Uhh, hello there. I'm Azu-""I don't care who you are! Why are you here, boy?"After being asked who he was by the largest of the men another man decided to cut Azurai's sentence off and ask him why he was there. Azurai ignored how contradicting the group was and continued. "Well I noticed some old rui- I mean this house outside and decided to come in and rest up while I waited out the storm, I actually had no idea anyone lived here."Azurai looked at the men while they looked back at him in silence. The largest of the group scratched his head while the other members either looked at each other and shared the same sarcastic grin. Azurai was surprised but it seemed like there was a protocol for in-case something like this had ever happened. While Azurai awkwardly awaited a response from the group the smallest and most distinctive of the group stepped out in front of the men. Maybe this one was the leader. "Well, we're flattered you decided our home was some sort of safe haven but if you hadn't noticed we're not exactly the friendly type and well.... we're hungry after our little trip into the outside world."Azurai took a large gulp as the men began to circle around him. Looking at each one he prepared himself for battle. Within seconds of taking a fighting stance the men jumped onto Azurai, his fate and the fate of these men surrounding him remained unknown. (The symbol and their green armor, oh and the scimitars, are early Dragon Ball Yamcha inspired oh and yeah I invented the word pillary, wot of it)
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Post by Zucceta on Jan 17, 2014 10:52:05 GMT
Tsuyei Hiruen peers in, for the first time getting a closer look at his hunt. The group were a rag-tag band of tiger men, large of build but only clad in rusty armor and cheaply produced curved bladed. It looked like the armour would break on contact with Akio's fist... And that the scimitar would crack on contact with the young martial master's muscle.
No, Akio's targets were truly disappointing. The only thing that stopped the hybrid from swooping in and knocking them all out in a couple of hits was the man they were trying to accost. The Crane wanted to see how he would respond to these fellows.
To Akio's eye, he appeared to be a figure of some religion. The man was dressed in a simple robe that had an air about it of belonging to a certain sect of people, perhaps an order of monks? Often, monks trained in unique, powerful styles of martial combat, despite pacifistic claims. Whether it was claimed to train the mind or body, Akio knew the true purpose of a martial art.
To partake in the deadliest of dances, on the ball-room of a battleground.
When the bandits threatened to consume Akio's robed intrigue, the half-bred royal knew it was time to step in. Raising one hand and releasing a low-level ki blast which detonated harmlessly on the ceiling of the ruinous temple, our protagonist gains the attention of his foes;
"So, my furry friends, why is it that you have taken the insignia of the ancient wolf-bandit as your own? You are nothing but cheap villains! I think my friend over here would be a little too chewy... So why don't you try me?" Callahan tips a wink at Azurai, before pulling himself into a relaxed defensive state.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2014 1:37:29 GMT
BANG!A loud crack erupted from the roof of the small room that Azurai and a group of bandits currently occupied. Looking towards the entrance of the room Azurai noticed a young man standing there. The first thing Azurai noticed about the young-man was his brown, spiky hair, his white head band and the distinctive look of seriousness[1] on his face. Although the man had that of a slightly-threatening exterior Azurai did not feel worried about the man. Azurai actually felt quite safe in this man's presence.
"So, my furry friends, why is it that you have taken the insignia of the ancient wolf-bandit as your own? You are nothing but cheap villains! I think my friend over here would be a little too chewy... So why don't you try me?"
The man spoke in a deeply toned voice which echoed through the room. Azurai kept his eyes on the man as while he was speaking and noticed that upon talking to the bandits holding Azurai in place the man sent a wink his way. Azurai took this as a sign that the man was definitely here to help him, and had no association with the bandits that decided to take refuge in this temple. As the bands were distracted and quite confused Azurai looked to the ground and loosened his jaw. Upon doing this Azurai widened his mouth and began to generate a small energy beam which sat on the inside of his mouth. As the bandits began to notice Azurai they looked at each other worrying about what they should too, but worrying was the wrong choice. Before the bandits could react an energy beam erupting from Azurai's mouth hit the ground as Azurai was pushed up into the air with the beam staying in position. The bandits, now surrounding this energy beam, scattered backwards in horror. It seemed that none of them had the slightest idea of what was happening. As Azurai reached a safe height he closed his mouth ending the life of this energy beam. While in the air Azurai activated his Bukujutsu to slowly flip backwards, from the perspective of those around him this would look slow and elegant in movement. Azuarai then descended to the ground landing next to the young-man. As Azurai kept his eyes on the bandits, who were looking at him with scared and pathetic looks, he spoke to the young-man.
"Hehe, thanks for distracting them. The name's Azurai."
[1] I assume you were serious at this point xD Sorry if you weren't.
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Post by Zucceta on Feb 24, 2014 16:55:43 GMT
(Oh man! It's been over a month. Apologies, will do better <3) Akio Callahan looks to Azurai, and raises an eyebrow quizically. Was this monk... bored? Wy oh why would he be yawning like tha-
An energy blast rips forth from the 'hostages' mouth like a furious laser cannon, blasting the ground and scattering dust and sand about the place. The bandits yelp and jump around, avoiding chunks of rock and metal. Akio just looks on with cool amusement, smile stretching out into a grin. As the dust clears, he saw the monk flip through the air. The hybrid notes that it was a dramatic use of the bukujutsu. He approved.
"Azurai. My name is Akio Callahan." He nods at his new-found acquaintance. "I would offer you a handshake, but don't want these guys getting any ideas..." he twists to glare at the group, smile turning to scowl.
"I'm working as a temp with the local law enforcement agency, you see, and these guys are one of the contracts I could take." He chuckles darkly. "It was a dead or alive contract, boys. Which do you prefer?"
They gulp. One of the scrawnier tiger-men shuffle forwards, head down but eyes turned upwards defiantly. "Just wait 'til Mazandara turns up!" He growls, before shrinking at Akio's look.
"Who?" The hybrid barks.
"Our leader..."
"Right. Still strikes me as odd, a bunch of tigers taking the insignia of the 'wolf bandit'. You do realise he was a well-known defender of Earth, right? No longer a criminal?"
The tigers grumbles, and Callahan shakes his head.
"Where is this Ozymandaraizes or whatever his name was?" The crane master asks, fingers crackling menacingly with a faint aura of energy.
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Post by President Bao on Apr 27, 2014 5:59:26 GMT
1688 pl awarded to Azurai ((and Boli, if you want your grade just lemme know ))
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