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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2015 22:38:51 GMT
The sun existed only as a misshapen glint hidden by the canopy of mottled grey clouds blotting out the normally pale blue sky. The distant and sporadic crash of thunder could be heard over the soft hush the breeze made as it shifted the grass and the near constant clicks and buzzes of the insects. A long stretch of road cut a path through the normally scenic landscape, seeming stretch into and beyond the foreboding horizon that lay ahead. The road, while wide, consisted only of two lanes, one leading towards the silhouette of the city in the far distance and the other leading outwards the green pastures of the Eastern Lands. Along the road there were no vehicles, no cars, no bikes. Nothing motorized traversed the road. Instead, there was a lone figure walking slowly, but steadily along the path leading out to the pastures and farmland, away from the city.
Normally someone who appreciated a fair bit of anonymity, Sam-Mitch Anjips typically chose to research casual attire for wherever he was planning to go and adopted a style that would allow him to blend in with the general populace accordingly. However, given the nature of his most recent endeavor, Sam could not afford to do so; instead, he had opted for the most comfortable and adaptable wardrobe that he could fit into the pair of capsule he had at his disposal. Having been too busy with his research and preparation for his trip to worry about his appearance, Sam had allowed his hair to grow so that it now hung low enough to tickle the back of his neck. To protect himself from the slow breeze that was picking up, Sam wore a light-gray and form-fitting sweater along with a pair of simple gray sweatpants he had found in his closet. To cover his feet and protect them from the elements, he wore a pair of black running shoes he had purchased just for this trip. Finally, slung over his shoulder, Sam's capsules, water bottle and emergency first aid kit road in a simple and small backpack he had recently purchased.
Overall, Sam looked something like a down on his luck athlete taking some sort of odd, lonesome road trip. Which, strictly speaking, wasn't too far off from the truth. Sam was in fact a physicist taking a sabbatical from his career as a freelance online journalist and corporate whistle blower to pursue his interest in the machinations of ki. Having been something of an amateur in it's usage for the past year or so, Sam had recently rekindled his interest and taken part in some self-administered and studied experiments. So far, his research had been inconclusive as to the limits of ki.
So now he intended to walk from one end of the continent to the other, in hopes of encountering as many practitioners of ki usage as he could. All before he confronted someone he knew to be an expert.
The only issue? Sam was not one for being all by his lonesome
"Man, sure isn't the best day for this, huh?" he asked himself as he squinted up at the sky.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2015 22:52:15 GMT
“Ah, prey, someone to test my strength on! AT LAST!” said Hitora almost to himself as he flew through the sky and spotted the oddly dressed man. Hitora was relatively new still on this planet, but he still needed to grow stronger still and decided the best choice was to live like an idiot and fight random people who looked like they could be a good opponent for him or even ones stronger than him. Sure he was now part of the Red Eclipse organization but that didn’t really matter to the young Saiyan clad in black. He was on his way to an underground fighting tournament of some kind, when he saw the man below him and Hitora decided to waste no time in his fighting training. He then flew straight down towards the man on the small two lane road, arms cocked back in a sort of ready to fight position. Once he was close enough his loud “ki-yah!” could be heard as he threw his hand forwards and attempted to land a simple flying punch on the man below him.
“YOU CHOSE THE WRONG TIME TO BE ON THE ROAD ALONE SONNY JIM!” shouted Hitora as he landed regardless of if he had hit or missed with his punch. Hitora then charged right at the man, throwing a flurry of punches and kicks at the man, attempting to hit him with his full strength, Hitora didn’t care if he killed this man or not he merely wanted to fight someone and right now that someone was this foolish human in front of him, all the while Hitora’s tail swayed behind him, a curious sight to those who knew nothing of the Saiyan people and their immense love for fighting and their aptitude for gaining strength incredibly fast.
POWER LEVEL - 9,803 - Heavy Weights ON - available PL right now - 2451
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2015 23:15:58 GMT
Something in the very corner of Sam's eye caught his attention and he turned to look at it just as a man began to dive towards him from above. For a moment, Sam was confused. Given his intellect, a small portion of his conscious mind was more than capable of understanding what was going on, but it took a moment longer for the rest of him to catch on; he was being dive bombed by an individual capable of flight. In short, he was in for a fight and he needed to be ready. Unfortunately for Sam, realizing something and taking action towards that realization are two very different things, so while Sam worked to un-clip his backpack and whip it from him, the man's fist made solid contact Sam's jawline, whipping his head back and knocking him clean off his feet.
Instantly, Sam was in fight or flight mode and he responded accordingly to his situation; adjusting himself in the air so that his initial contact with the road would occur with the upper portions of his back , Sam kicked his legs into the air while pushing backwards with his hands effectively completing a half kip-up so he ended up back on his feet immediately. Simultaneously, Sam tucked his arms inwards, dropping his bag behind him as inertia from the initial blow took over. As the man closed distance between himself and Sam, Sam felt for his ki and adjusted his own accordingly. Interestingly, he could feel that it was, arguably, lower than his own. "Huh. Maybe those experiments are actually making me stronger" Sam thought to himself as the launched a flurry of blows at him. Sam had been studying basic boxing and so he took on a stance that appeared to be an adaptation of the common 'Orthodox Stance' that so many boxers employed. Unfortunately, as much as his research had speculated for what he might face, it was not quite enough for what he found himself facing; Sam bobbed, weaved and blocked as best he could, and though he avoided a majority of the blows, a few managed to land along his cheek and just above his eye and soon he found his defenses compromised as the blows connected.
Panicking, Sam shouted "Get the hell off!" and let loose a bright blue ball of Ki energy, from his now outstretched palm. He had unknowingly used his first mundane ki-blast as the pressure mounted from the swarming blows.
---------- Normal PL with Medium Weights '5,862'. Currently powered down to '2,500'. Sam does not know how to use his ki, for the most part, so
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2015 23:25:48 GMT
The Ki blast, unaimed and unguided shot forwards in an easy to guess path which Hitora easily dodged by twitching his head to the side and then back to its normal position at the right moment. Hitora then smirked and spun around delivering a strong roundhouse kick aimed at the man’s gut. He might have been using what appeared to be some kind of fighting style, but he was untrained, this likely his first combat to which Hitora delighted a trial by fire for this young man and a test of his own strength! WONDERFUL! The fire in Hitora’s heart grew ever brighter now as he followed up the roundhouse kick with three rapidly fired Ki blasts, his were red in color with a black core to them. The trio were faster, better developed and all in all more powerful than the one that the young man that Hitora had attacked used. Hitora smiled, his entertainment evident on his face as his tail wrapped around his waist. “YOU BOY! YOU WILL LEARN THE LOVE OF COMBAT TODAY I THINK!” shouted Hitora as he attempted to grab the young man on the sides of his head.
If he were successful Hitora would force the man’s head down towards the ground and at the same time drive his knee up, powerfully towards the man’s face. Hitora was going to have fun, and if this boy died because of it who cares, he sure as hell didn’t this was merely a road stop on the way to his penultimate goal of becoming the ruler of the universe.
Fired three Ki blasts
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2015 1:15:24 GMT
Sam-Mitch Anjips had once been a prominent scientist, he had acquired a doctorate in Physics as well as years of tutelage in a number of the other fields of science. As one would expect of someone with a keen intellect, years of education and a previously established methodology, this lent Sam a strange sort of rigidity in his thinking while simultaneously giving him a fairly malleable self-image. Sam knew quite a bit about himself and the world around him, but he was also always looking to learn more. So when he felt the buzzing erupt from the center of his chest and shoot flying from his chest, he knew something strange was happening. When he saw the ball of energy streak past the head of his assailant and smash a small crater in the road behind him, he knew what he had done. But he still had no idea how he had done it.
Choosing to question himself and discover the nature of this latest development when he wasn't being pummeled, Sam caught sight of his opponent's leg as he swept towards his mid-riff and crossed his arms in front of him to intercept it. The blow hit with jarring force and sent Sam stumbling backwards, his arms still crossed and his left one already bruising. Unfortunately, the blow occupied Sam long enough for his opponent to let his ki blasts off without a hitch. As the blasts hurtled towards him, Sam threw caution to the wind and allowed himself to simply go on autopilot. Throwing his arms and his weight forwards, Sam drew upon his ki reserves and called into being a bright blue cubic Ki Barrier so as to protect him from the onslaught. As the barrier absorbed the last of the ki blasts, it shattered, disintegrated into blue motes of light. As his opponent stepped through the space he once occupied Sam leaped backwards, narrowly avoiding the grab he had been going for and making room between himself and the saiyan. He had recognized his species as soon as he had seen the tail, having already encountered one first hand. So far, it seemed every saiyan he had met loved to fight and wasn't particularly big on thoughtful discussion.
"Screw you and your 'Love the fight' or whatever"
----- Used "Ki Barrier"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2015 2:13:21 GMT
“FIGHT BACK YOU ASSHOLE!” shouted Hitora as he missed the grab, so far his opponent was taking Hitora lightly if he thought that only being on the defensive would work for long. Hitora would show him otherwise, Hitora suddenly disappeared from sight, moving faster than the eye could follow, his Ki however was another story if one could follow it sufficiently they would ‘see’ the ‘trail’ it made as he moved, however he wasn’t stupid. Hitora quickly began to move all around the young man that was the victim Hitora had chosen for today. Hitora was an experienced fighter, at least more so than this asshole who tried to be defensive. As he moved, Hitora threw the occasional punch or kick from his speed, slowing down and speeding back up as needed, he was incredibly fast, he wouldn’t stop either Hitora wanted to see how far he could push this kid, see how much strength he could pull from him. Hitora, after making several circles and physical attacks at such a speed decided that enough was enough and leapt back before transitioning into a backwards flight keeping his eyes on the bastard ahead of him.
Once he was a good distance he placed his hands behind his head, fingers curled yet splayed and a yellow ball of energy appeared, quickly filling up the space between his hands Hitora threw his hands forwards and fired his attack, when his hands were forwards the heels of his palms were touching, his fingers uncurled a bit but still splayed as before. The blast then shot forwards and turned sand into glass and concrete and asphalt into dust as it flew towards the human who dared to appear before Hitora all on his lonesome.
Techniques used: ----Rapid Movement ----Saiyan Energy Attack
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2015 18:56:15 GMT
In the split second it took for Sam to land and his opponent to adjust his tactics, Sam mentally cycled through a series of similar situations he had been in so he could draw from those experiences accordingly. His opponent and he appeared to have similar physical capabilities, so there was no need to worry about anything on that front. However, his opponent appeared to have far more experience in the manipulation of his ki energy and general combat. As a scientist, Sam kept a fairly clear image of himself and in this case he knew himself to be was outclassed as a combatant and if victory, or at least survival were his goal than he needed to change the dynamic of the fight. "No chance of changing the flow of this fight unless I reverse our roles; I have to get off the defensive"
Sam lunged forwards, left arm cocked back to throw a haymaker only for the blow to land upon empty air and a sharp pain to develop along his lower ribs. Spinning on the ball of his foot, Sam grit his teeth against the pain and unleashed a backfist powered both by his back muscles and the torque of his spin. Unfortunately, much like the previous attack, this one landed on empty air and his realization of what was going on was punctuated by another sharp pain, this time, upon his cheek. His opponent was zipping about, circling Sam and pummeling him with blows from every angle he could manage to attack from. Tucking his face into crossed arms, Sam turtled as best he could, bobbing and weaving as he did so as to protect himself as best he could. Unfortunately, that was nowhere near enough to avoid anything more than a fraction of the blows the saiyan was throwing at him.
When the blows finally stopped raining down and Sam raised his bruised head to look up, he found himself staring down a quickly approach beam of energy. "Time for plan B!" he whispered. Dragging the reserves of his ki from his chest, Sam used it to....well, he wasn't sure how to describe what he did but after weeks of experimentation, he knew it involved his ki somehow. So, drawing upon his ki, Sam left an after-image of himself standing there, dumbfounded by what he was facing down, as the other Sam zipped forwards in a burst of speed. He leaped at the apex of his charge and reached for his saiyan's ankle, hoping to throw the airborne monkey-tailed humanoid into the concrete as he was distracted by the after-image Sam had left behind.
------------------------------------- Used After-Image Technique
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2015 19:11:02 GMT
Hitora grimaced, not happy in the least that his attack was so easily dodged thanks to that bastard’s after-image. It wasn’t long however before the man appeared again, this time trying to grab at Hitora’s ankle, to which Hitora simple leapt up and away from, flying through the air before quickly turning back to face the man well out of reach now. He then held up a single hand and began to fire Ki Energy blasts at the person stuck on the ground, if the man didn’t come flying after Hitora this would continue for a while, almost as if Hitora was simply toying with the idiot who couldn’t fly yet. A sinister smirk would be on Hitora’s face as he grew bored of toying with the man and raised his hands above his head, he then splayed his fingers and also curled them slightly, a yellow ball of energy slowly formed between his hands, and he then began to charge his attack. Small yellow bolts of lightning would spark between his palms, around the ball, the smirk slowly growing to become a maniacal smile, one that said he was going to kill the fool in front of him, poor bastard should have stayed home…
Charging Saiyan Energy Attack [||||25%||||]
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2015 21:17:43 GMT
As his fingers closed upon empty air, Sam knew he had made a potentially fatal mistake and it showed as his determined grimace was replaced with a look of utter horror. Flipping as he approached the ground, Sam dove to the side the instant he made contact, managing to avoid getting hit by an energy blast which seared away the shin of his sweatpants. Rolling from his right shoulder to his left hip as he hit the concrete, Sam rolled to his feet and began to narrowly dance away from his airborne opponent and his blasts. A few nicked him here and there and one even managed to slam into his left shoulder, almost throwing him to the dirt, but Sam, bloodied and badly bruised, managed to remain on his feet. Sam paid no mind to the idea of attacking his opponent as he made room between them; he knew he had no chance so long as they remained evenly matched. Instead, the raven-haired youth ripped his sweater from his torso and revealed the battered weights he kept attached to his mid-riff. He continued to strip as he danced away and around the blasts, his divided focus being the reason for his weakened defenses.
Just as his opponent raised his hands behind his head and began to focus his ki upon a singular point, Sam began to draw upon his own, throwing the idea of limiting himself to the wind and summoning the limits of his power while still weighted. Just as he reached the apex of his power, Sam reached for the fastener on his weights, but stopped as his fingers closed upon it. "Do I drop these and hit him with everything I've got, or do I hold out and see what he's got up his sleeve?" he stared at his opponent as he contemplated and then made his decision. He would give him one chance to drop this or he would go all out.
"You might be getting off on this, but I'm pretty beat buddy, so can we please call it a day and go about our business?"
--- Powered up to (weighted) maximum of '5,862', though due to injuries, calculating as if maximum was '4300'.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2015 21:30:15 GMT
Hitora ignored what the idiot down below began to speak of, though when he looked down again he saw that the man was wearing what appeared to be weights on his body, smart man but in the end even that likely wouldn’t be enough to stop Hitora. Hitora smirked, this idiot must have gotten some good advice on how to increase his strength if he was wearing weights already. Hitora couldn’t help himself as he charged up his attack “You, you must have gotten some good advice from someone if you’re wearing weights already! Too bad those won’t help you any to be honest, as I’m also wearing heavy weights…..” Hitora then suddenly allowed his power to drop, the ball of Ki in his hands suddenly dissipating and dissolving into the nothingness from whence it came. “You will be a strong fighter one day I think, not as strong as me, but quite strong one day. Feel free to search me out when you become even stronger than you are today! I’ll fight you again at my fullest, no weights, nothing holding me back and when that day comes only one of us will survive that fight, the other will be a corpse if they are lucky.”
With that Hitora smirked, a pitch black aura surrounding him before he suddenly flew off. He was gone as fast as he arrived there, in the blink of an eye. Hitora had never before challenged anyone like that nor had he left such a challenge for anyone else in the past, this was a serious thing he had done. Hitora in essence said that the next time they met it would be a battle to the death, and that only one would leave…
[EXIT | PL please]
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2015 21:43:28 GMT
As the ki collecting in his opponent's hand dissipated and he seemed to calm down, Sam allowed his hand to drop from the fastener to his weights and simply stood, listening to the obviously deranged individual as he prattled on about weights and becoming a strong fighter as if those were the most important things in the world. "Is-is this how all saiyans think? Is this what we've allowed the PTO to introduce to Planet Earth? Was that alistair fellow right about being more careful who I chose to spend my time with?" though Sam thought these things, he gave no voice to his thoughts and simply continued to keep a close eye on the saiyan.
When the man coated himself in his inky black aura, Sam's fingers twitched towards his fastener, but it seemed that his paranoia was not required as the fellow soon took off, flying towards the city and away from Sam and his destination. For a moment, Sam felt fear on behalf of the citizens of the city and was tempted to try to stop the man, but then an ache from one of his more prominent bruises stopped him. It would do the people of the city no good for Sam to die among them; his best hope was to walk away and hope that the beat down the saiyan had given him would be enough to satisfy his obviously sociopath tendencies.
"Whoever you were weird guy, we both know this isn't over....not by a long shot" Sam muttered to himself as he went about collecting scattered things, hoping to get away from the destruction he and the saiyan had caused; he really didn't need to get a ticket. Grunting with each step, pain flaring from the myriad of injuries that covered him, Sam continued his journey westward, in hopes of finding the man who lived in Fukurou Forest.
(Exiting thread. I would also like PL please. Weights stayed on the entire thread, btw)
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Post by Kaula on Apr 27, 2015 9:09:32 GMT
Anjips you have a WC of 2424. So you gain 4213 PL. :3 Hitora you have a WC of 1349. So you gain 2314 PL. :3 Vi-PoiTo be added by resident robot, since I can't add yet.
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