Snippar Sol
Rising Soul
PL: 109,988; Oozaru(x10); Items: One-Use SpacePod, Scouter, Senzu Bean, Medium Weights(1/2 of PL), 'I love Bao' T-shirt, 2 Senzu Beans, Heavy Weights (1/4th PL); Zeni: 524
Tag: @snippar
Posts: 145
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Post by Snippar Sol on Apr 5, 2015 5:20:13 GMT
With a light click, the scouter began humming a simplified version of some jazzy tune. It was slow and subdued, but carried an air of optimism in the lyrics as the singer crooned about moving on past a relationship ending on a bitter note. While not the kind of tune that made up the bulk of his musical library, Snippar Sol enjoyed the tune nonetheless for specific moments. With a light groan, the Saiyan rolled over in bed, eyes twitching open while the song soared into the chorus. While he wasn't as keen to get up and dressed as he usually was, he smiled and began humming along in tune with the song. With a manufactured sigh, Snippar Sol quickly turned over one more time and clicked a few buttons on his forearm console, the music volume going quiet but not completely inaudible. Shaking the sleep from his mind, the man pushed himself out of bed and set about getting dressed. A comfortable shirt here, pants there, light boots, a belt, and finally an overcoat. The bedroom was spacious and luxurious enough for the comfort he had requested for their stay, which Snippar hoped for since he put down quite a few dollars for this vacation. His mind still ached to return to work and put itself to a challenge, but for once in a long time, he felt content simply letting it all be in the background. No spies to manage, no intelligence leaks to follow, no negotiations with Saiyans to conduct, just a time of peace. Is this wise? Is this deserved? Is this...safe?
These questions and every variant had rolled around in Snippar's mind since their arrival. He shook them off, largely as thinking about his daughters insistence of old. The last thing Snippar needed was further undue stress ruining a good vacation. Glancing over by the door, he noticed that a breakfast tray had already been set on a table for him. Instinctively, Snippar Sol strode over to his tool bet that had been...discarded in the previous night and fished out his poison detector. He felt a twinge of guilt, recalling her disapproving look of him using the device at lunch when they arrived. It was just soup and a sandwich, but he still probed the dishes for any sign of tampering. All the more evidence that he wasn't just a regular tourist, or an innocent man in the galaxy. The device gave a light hum as it came alive, sensor readings set to default as they awaited input. Picking up the roll first, Snippar jabbed the detector's needle into the center and waited several seconds. Click, whir...reading comes out clean. He removed the needle and wiped off the crumbs on his shirt, then happily took a bite out of it. Sweet, some kind of buttermilk, perfectly baked that morning. The needle was then dipped into a glass of cow milk, Snippar taking the few seconds the sensor needed to enjoy the roll and look over to the balcony door. He recognized her head of hair just past the window, along with the bodyguard droid he had created just several months earlier. Another beep, another clearance that the milk hadn't been tainted either. Figuring the rest of the meal could wait for testing, Snippar set the detector aside on the table and picked up the milk. He slurped on it calmly as he walked over to the balcony door, the curtains flapping lightly as a light breeze washed around them.
Another bite into the roll and it was finished, albeit with some crumbs sprinkled on the man's front to signify its departure. He hastily took another drink from the milk to wash it down, glancing over at the droid before turning his gaze to his daughter. She was sitting comfortably in one of the spacious lounge chairs, legs crossed and head lying back. He remembered how they both lay in those very chairs yesterday, watching the sun set over the mountains. As he recall, since they had been drinking wine quite merrily, the chairs were still large enough for two people to lay comfortably in one. Making sure he didn't accidentally give himself a milk mustache, he wiped his mouth on his sleeve and bent down to give her a kiss into her hair.
A very faint "mmm" was all he heard from her in response. Her head rolled over to the side gently, her breathing slow. Unusually tired. Strange. His hand lowered to her neck, brushing hair out of the way as he intended to give her another kiss. That's when he spotted it, a minuscule dart embedded in her neck. Snippar Sol reached down and plucked it out of her neck, holding it up to his eyes. He deduced a series of small numbers and symbols for the briefest of seconds before it hit him. His ears, augmented as they were with optimal cybernetics and overlays heard the whistling through the air, the puncture of his neck, but the momentary pause in his breath didn't need the aid of technology to notice. He glanced over to his other side, only now realizing that his droid was deactivated and was not responding.
Legs weak, strange breathing, abnormal blood pressure. Whatever the toxin was, it worked faster then his own body own Saiyan could deploy an antidote and countermeasures. He could have sworn he heard his Daughter give the tiniest of gasps before he fell to his knees, clutching the side of the lounge chair for support as it seemed that all energy he had recovered over the night evaporated into the air. His ears caught the sounds of stealth fields dropping, and it seemed as though it only took seconds for himself to be surrounded by what appeared to be commandos. Falling to the ground, his vision began blurring and the events around him became more and more difficult to discern. Lying there, he felt his hand yanked upwards and pressed towards...something. There was clicking, and a beep, and for a moment Snippar was reminded of that poison detector lying in the room, representing his own paranoid fear of capture and death. Even it couldn't prevent whatever was happening. Suddenly Snippar Sol Awoke from his nightmare in the jungle area of the new.
A stretch took place while he yawned; The past was a motivating nightmare that convinced him to wake up everday and course himself through training as a common criminal, a rogue. Laying upon the grown, his white GI blew as if the bags were captivated by the wind. He laid to rest going back to sleep, hoping to not dream about that iconic moment ever again. He was captivated by sin, while the strings of a new violin played. Such animosity his nightmares caused, immaculate yet it caused so much despair. Snippar Sol rolled over and kept to himself being spontaneous to the cause of rest.
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Post by Zexama on Apr 5, 2015 11:15:17 GMT
Zexama was curiously walking upon this mountain, the last time she came here she met an awfully weird fellow named Ize, after fighting for several minutes, they became friends but she never found him again, perhaps he had ran off, but he probably died, knowing him. She continued along her path, she looked at the morning sun as it started to rise, how interesting it was, the sun reflecting off shards of ice given by large ledges of cliffs and what not.
She kept on walking across the mountain before catching an odd sight, she saw an odd man sleeping on what seemed to be snow, how odd of him, didn't he get cold, wasn't he a human? And that's when she saw it, a magnificent tail, just lying there, waiting for someone like Zexama to grab it and snuggle up to it all day. She slowly snuck up to the Monkey man and looked for an opportunity.
Then he rolled away, PERFECT, Zexama took a step forward and leaped off the ground, flying all the way to his 'bed' before quickly grabbing the Monkey's tail and attaching her whole body to it, at first it would of been hard to realise that there was a bit of bubble gum on his tail, but then when Zexama started to tighten her grip and squeeze onto the Saiyan's tail with as much force as possible, she could kinda tell what would happen, she would rather, one, be lectured about how tails are sensitive and you shouldn't touch them and what not, or two, she would be beaten to a pulp by the person, or three! She would just hang onto the tail and the Saiyan would tell her about how long he trained to master it, and probably other stuff she didn't care about.
No matter what the Monkey Man did, Zexama wouldn't let go without a fight, she would try and block with everything she had, but if worst came to worst she would cut it off and run away with her reward, yes it would be perfect, then she would hand it to Wyntre and get her to clone many of them, so eventually she could make clothing out of it, and sell them to stores! Then pillows! Then, if it got famous enough, she would finally make Saiyan tails into food, oh yes, It would be marvelous.
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Snippar Sol
Rising Soul
PL: 109,988; Oozaru(x10); Items: One-Use SpacePod, Scouter, Senzu Bean, Medium Weights(1/2 of PL), 'I love Bao' T-shirt, 2 Senzu Beans, Heavy Weights (1/4th PL); Zeni: 524
Tag: @snippar
Posts: 145
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Post by Snippar Sol on Apr 5, 2015 19:51:16 GMT
Feeling an odd sensation take root upon his tail, with sensation becoming tighter and tighter he yelped in pain for but a moment. Curiosity took point, with curiosity he tried to fathom what was causing irritation to his tail. Swaying it lightly the young Saiyan gazed upon the pink bubble gum substance that had enveloped his tail in the same tight sensation. Snippar Sol thought it quite odd, eventually after his pain subsided, the young man had grasped a stick from the cold bed of snow. In doing so the stick started to poke the substance on his tail with a gentle motion. The leafs among-st the stick causing a tickling motion to occur, whilst his tail swayed in a motion of relief. Snippar thought to himself a few times trying to catch wind of what was this thing on his tail. This Saiyan was oddly confused and eventually shrugged it off and kept poking at it. His scouter picking up readings from the bubble gum entity, speaking in a calm collected gesture Snippar Sol was utmost relaxed. ''From my Scouter I can tell you are a life form, Hopefully you are capable of speech. I would rather you let go of my tail for now, it kind of hurts when one hugs it so tight..if you like my tail that much you can hug it later. In return I ask you expose your true identity, I promise I wont bite.''
Snippar Sol's words were soothing, collected, and calm. As if he were the muse playing a song to quell and or relax the spontaneous life form that hugged on his tail for dear life. A hand soon rose after, while the gestures remained normal, his hand now rested against his cheek. His focus was keen and kept on par with interest of this species of what ever it was. No it was more than interest, perhaps he found a new partner to wander with on his quest to obtain more power for the sake of justice. Shifting positions, his tail now did a swoop upon his lap, while his arms came into a relaxing fold with a thought being forged simultaneously. The beauty in that was odd, but with his thinking gestures and calm analytically mind-set one could always assume he was a diplomat of sorts. This is sadly wrong, Snippar was just a rogue doing his best to survive in the daily world. Always alone, always training alone. This was really thought nothing of, in fact a second thought never even hit him on that subject let alone any speculation. Thoughts, thoughts, and more thoughts surfaced. Never the less the male took his gaze else where, more towards the skies. The beauty upon dusk had seemed to appear in a more casual state with such animosity.
Dusk. The ever reliable transition from day to night, light to dark. Despite whatever troubled the world, whatever tore at the soul, whatever drove men to fields of life and death with a zealous lust for slaughter, despite everything, that sallow orb would always sink beneath the horizon. Consistency, predictability. Things for which we eternally yearn in search of some basic commodity that, despite what history's scribes and prophets have penned and spoke, we will never truly achieve. Peace. Never can man, wholly without objection, rely upon himself to go about even a single day without disruption. But despite such curses of variation, one can always depend upon that sun to set when the proper time has arrived. It was with this same dependability that the mortal namesake to this celestial shift engaged in battle.
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Post by Zexama on Apr 6, 2015 12:44:45 GMT
Suddenly Zexama looked up at Snippar and gave an odd look before rudely letting go of the Saiyan's tail, he hands lifting up next to her face and flicking it slightly to show that she was not amused by the fact that she was no longer aloud to hang onto the fluffy tail of fluffiness, she looked up at the mighty tail hugger rejected and looked at him disappointingly, when she finished inspecting his index and mild face she touched his 'bed' and it turned into a massive marshmallow, then he should of felt a lot more comfy that he did previously of that small bit of material, it was hardly classified for a bed and was in no way suitable for such a fine fine magnificent tail, no way she would want that poor little tail to feel uncomfortable.
After debating whether or not he should spilt the link between his body and the tail, she snapped it out of head, maybe these tails are the equivalent to Zexama's antenna, they are both very precious to the owner, and let's all admit it, if Zexama lost her antenna to someone, she would most likely spend the rest of her life trying to end that person. She decided not to remove Sniappar's tail, but she had decided that he was being very lazy and rude, Zexama grabbed her on the back of the neck and threw him into the air, hoping he would land safely on the ground with no major injuries, sure, these just were some times weak after they had just finished sleeping, but these guy should be much stronger than enough to deal with a little sleep weakness.
She watched him fly into the air, supposing that he did actually get thrown into the air, and then watched him fall all the way back down, she moved the marshmallow bed underneath the flying money just incase he didn't have the ability to fly, or of course he just couldn't be bothered to fly and wouldn't mind just falling into some soft freezing snow. Whichever path he chose, Zexama afterwards would look at him with a curious smile. "My name is Zexama, princess of the candies, and for the jeelybeans!" She gave a quick bow and waited for the response that the great Saiyan would give.
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Snippar Sol
Rising Soul
PL: 109,988; Oozaru(x10); Items: One-Use SpacePod, Scouter, Senzu Bean, Medium Weights(1/2 of PL), 'I love Bao' T-shirt, 2 Senzu Beans, Heavy Weights (1/4th PL); Zeni: 524
Tag: @snippar
Posts: 145
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Post by Snippar Sol on Apr 7, 2015 21:48:21 GMT
Almost instantly and collectively he was interested in the little pink mass that had decided to take shape within his presence. Suddenly the male Saiyan was lifted from his snowy bed and thrown into the beauty of the cold skies that engulfed this area in snow and ice. It was so quick and fast the Saiyan slowly started to awaken, and become more alive. Blood began to pump more avidly creating a motion of heat to circulate around his flesh and organs. Finally awake while now descending from the sky. Snippar took note of his surroundings and instantly began to freak out. It was almost as if he had a heart attack. Whilst his contemplation took root, the young Saiyan slammed right into the rather large marshmallow, a sigh left his lips while he attempted to catch his breath and eat some of the marshmallow, while rolling down the puffy bed of sugar. Chewing with his mouth closed he enjoyed the taste. Slowly but surely, Snippar Sol slid to her area of operations and gazed upon the pink child with his brown hues. Raising his hand gently. Another sigh escaped, but this one in relief. Once the sigh faded, that same hand patted her antenna gently while he sat up and tickled her small frame with his monkey like tail. Gazing at the little female of spunk and joy. Snippar Sol had begun to speak in a more elegant tone that showed he was quite a proper educated Saiyan with some etiquette to boot. "Nice to meet you little one, my name is Snippar Sol I am but a wanderer. You seem like you enjoy attacking monkey tails. I've never seen your species before. You are quite an interesting little thing of energy. Say would you care if I adopted you little one? Until you are of age and move about. I would enjoy having a daughter to aid me and wander this planet with me." Snippars words were soft, serene and humble. Never the less he continued to smile and stuff his face with the marshmallows she gave him.
Rising up from his seat he yawned a bit and began to stretch in another formation to fully be mobile and versatile. He moved off of the giant bed of deliciousness, with that his hand moved itself from off her small physical. With that his monkey like tail suddenly stopped tickling her. Now his brown hues were fixated upon her flesh. He was interested in her species, her delegations, responses, actions, and way of thinking in the rational world. Snippar was an odd fellow on the inside, but one hundred percent neutral to the game of life. Aligning with no side at the moment, his arms folded into a neat posture while he gazed upon her well being still. She sparked curiosity in him so he would show her that he was interested in what she had to say. Many hear, but few listen. Giving her this opportunity Snippar Sol wanted to hear her magnificent story that he assumed had such a magnifying touch over the heart of man alike regardless of species or silly affiliation.
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Post by Zexama on Apr 8, 2015 11:17:57 GMT
Thoughts rushed over Zexama's mind, she wondered if he would be the normal evil ruthless saiyan that Wyntre told her to believe, apparently, every Saiyan, no matter what was evil, but since this guy hadn't done anything typicality bad, it also wasn't threatening any of her friends, she listened to him curiously as he spoke, he mentioned something about him adopting Zexama and them wandering the world together, the idea amused her, she gave a small smile in reply, it seemed like a good idea to wander the world with someone, also a very good idea to make friends, the more the merrier right? It was also funny that he thought she was a young little child, she had that effect on most people, it was pretty funny really, how everyone just thought she was a tiny little pathetic girl."Well, that would seem lovely, I would love to travel the world with you, but unfortunately, you can't adopt, I've already been adopted about twice I think, but I would still wonder the world with you, who knows, we might even find something incredible, oh and just to let you know, I'm over 1000 years old, not just a little girl." She had to give a mild laugh after mentioning it, she waited for his reaction to that last comment with two curios eyes.
She got into a comfortable position in the snow, she crossed her legs and wiggled them left to right to bury her legs into the mushy snow. She looked over to the sky before setting her eyes back to the great Saiyan, heh heh not, and began speaking. "Well, I'm a majin, I already know you are a Saiyan, and I'm meant to kill Saiyans, but since you offer you to adopt me, plus you haven't done ANYTHING on the evil side, I guess you're alright, could I hear your story? How did you get here, I would love to know, it must be very exciting if you're not a Psychopath." She had a massive grin as she waited to listen to the awesome story that she might hear, after all, this Saiyan could pull out a magical dagger and stab her in the gut, that would be funny.
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Snippar Sol
Rising Soul
PL: 109,988; Oozaru(x10); Items: One-Use SpacePod, Scouter, Senzu Bean, Medium Weights(1/2 of PL), 'I love Bao' T-shirt, 2 Senzu Beans, Heavy Weights (1/4th PL); Zeni: 524
Tag: @snippar
Posts: 145
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Post by Snippar Sol on Apr 8, 2015 17:46:20 GMT
Snippar Sol gazed upon the small Majin in shock; He did not expect such a cute stature to be over one thousand years of age. Poking her with his tail, he was curios on how her species came to be. ''Fine, I'll expose to you the past of my endeavors, they aren't really amusing.'' He stated, while his sudden headache continued from the time before. The pulsing had been constant for the last several days at the side of Snippar’s temple. A dull, but consistent pumping, beating angrily against the inside of his skull. For the most part he attributed its source to high blood pressure from her general irritation, coupled with the various anxieties that mostly surrounded is inamorata. Perhaps it was done because of the increased stress with his training. He had been pushing himself lately, all in order to obtain the next state of the Saiyan legend, craving to awaken that power as a warrior with a golden hue; A Super Saiyan. Laying back into the Marshmallow once more, a sigh started to escape his lips, while started to focus on how he should begin this story, under the influence of a migraine that dismantled his collective thoughts. Snippar Sol, had tried to internalize his obvious discomforts surrounding the shock of the contradiction of what he had thought to be collective and true. Smiling he gazed towards his little companion with a gentle response, his finger poked her antenna with the intention of keeping her focused, in thus seeing a reaction to popular belief. No such thing as malice was intended in this poke. Speaking in a collective tone, that perched a gentle response, the young Saiyan told her his story. Even though he thought it was uninteresting drivel.
''A long time ago I grew up on planet Vegeta, I am native to that planet. Which means I am a purebred Saiyan by birth, my family on that planet were counted as nobility. We were one of the noble houses who displayed core tenets of honor with a hint of diplomacy. We bred Saiyans of higher prowess, between middle class warriors and elites. My ideals did not mesh with the current Vegetas law and or regulations. In fact, just because of my ideals shifting, my entire family was slaughtered by the Vegetean Empire. With no where to go I wandered honed my skills, and met a man by the name of Avalanche. I joined his Rebellion against planet Vegeta. In doing so a civil war broke out on that planet. I lead a battalion that specialized in assassination, propaganda, converting, and being non-existent as a whole. My squad was but a ghost. After the chaos that took place for three years, I figured justice was given, so as a wanderer I follow the path of least bloodshed. Although I do intend to pay some of the masses back eventually.'' His words still maintained that serene and humble attitude, in thus he let the small majin catch a glimpse of his world, and stayed true to his desires.
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Post by Zexama on Apr 15, 2015 22:55:23 GMT
Zexama saw the monkey man look at Zexama with his shocked look and she smiled, it wasn't rare that people didn't expect her to be a kazillion years old, not like she was, but that proved her point even more. While the man explained his history to the small pink bubblegum child, Zexama twiddled her thumbs around over and over but actually listening to the man, she smile at the end of it and offered a high-five because she had already gotten rid of the memory in her mid and had already begun to think of new candy recipes and different things she could with 'Snipper Scissors'.
"So Snipper Scissors, what brings you out here? It's traveling right? You're travelling around and you suddenly got a thought that sleeping in the middle of the world's coldest mountain was a good idea? Am I right?? TELL ME!" With a quick jump she landed on her hands and rolled over to a new tree on her antenna, this man seems good, maybe he is trust worthy enough to share some eating candy with him. She tapped the tree and it turned into a pile of banana lollies.
"Monkeys like bananas don't they?" She tried to conceal her laugh as Saiyans apparently don't like to be associated with monkeys, who knows why, they are so adorable and cute, and adorable, and, umm, monkey-like, YEAH! "So Scissors, what you want to do around here? We can go candy boarding, or maybe sky diving? That'll be funny. Anyway, feel free to have some bananas." With that she gave off another smile and waited for how her new friend would respond.
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Snippar Sol
Rising Soul
PL: 109,988; Oozaru(x10); Items: One-Use SpacePod, Scouter, Senzu Bean, Medium Weights(1/2 of PL), 'I love Bao' T-shirt, 2 Senzu Beans, Heavy Weights (1/4th PL); Zeni: 524
Tag: @snippar
Posts: 145
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Post by Snippar Sol on Apr 16, 2015 7:42:39 GMT
Snippar Sol simply offered her a high five in response, watching her bounce around full of joy and happiness was actually ironic and confusing. So this was a mere majin he thought? From reading archives of old, another creature taking the title Majin was the entity known as Buu, could she perhaps be a fragment of that monster? If so he did not care, she was his trusted comrades. Walking up to her with a gentle response he had picked the small girl up and gave her a piggy back ride. Using his monkey like tail, it protected her from the cold, it too would serve as some form of warmth to keep her safe and sound. Snippar Sol did not care if the thousand year old child desired to play with his tail, in fact he offered it to her. There was no time for play sadly, Snippar Sol had to become stronger, and by stronger. He needed to obtain power by every chance he got. Taking the candy he nommed on it respectfully while speaking in a gentle polite tone.
''I was here training, than I fell asleep alas, rest for a bit Zexma, lets relocate to another location.'' Not allowing her to speak and say where, let alone if's or but's he took to the skies with her, not at an alarming fast rate, but simple cruse of such, yes. It was soothing and enticing to relax, and he figured he owed his comrade atleast that, even though she was a little ball of destruction and chaos that came from a primary source of destruction and fear. Despite this; Snippar Sol decided to take her some where warmer, some where more relaxing. This cold area had an odd sensation to things.
Regardless of the time spent with his comrade majin of doom, he enjoyed. She was kind sweet, cunning, and simply adorable. He would protect this girl if she asked for it. As far as he was concerned she like Zerori were his family; Family came first before most obligations and he felt that was the most important objective in protecting what mattered the most here.
(Going to end this here, and we'll continue in another thread same name but it'll be called part two, feel free to turn this in XD.)
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Post by Reikiko on Apr 16, 2015 14:54:53 GMT
Snippar has a WC of 3158 and shall earn 5029 PL Zexama please let me know what you want.
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Post by Zexama on Apr 17, 2015 3:43:54 GMT
Pl please
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Post by Kaula on Jun 9, 2015 8:17:27 GMT
Zexama 1,435 WC 2988 PL gains 60,674 > 63,662
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