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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2015 19:42:23 GMT
Jarvis would feel the blow collide with his ribs as he'd roar out in pain unable to breathe for a moment as bones cracked nearly shattering in his side. Blood would shoot out of his mouth in a cackle of pain. But rather then back down or show any fear or signs of he was wrong to attempt this. He'd roar out like a warrior. Trying to reach out and snatch at the mans hair barely even able to breath. He'd attempt to grab the mans hair and yank him close Jarvis would try and sink his saiyan teeth deep into the mans cheek just under the eyes and rip off flesh if he could. Murder in his eyes along with a look of exasperation as hi struggled with huge heavy breaths. His goal to in his injured state yank off a piece of flesh or at least sink his teeth deep in. Just as he did to articho in that tournament not long ago when he bitten off some of the boys forearm and knuckle skin.
Jarvis's side was under the cloth was red and quickly bruising as well. His mouth would be leaking blood and a lightly alarming rate that made his teeth a white crimson tone. He didn't look well but he also showed no signs of considering stomping as he raged on like a saiyan in a blood rage. Perhaps the pain only adding to that.
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Jun 3, 2015 4:17:05 GMT
The man wasn't quite done yet. Severely weakened, yes, but his saiyan rage kept him focused. He attempted to grab at Pieter's hair and bite at the man's face after a dying roar. Pieter could hear the heavy breaths coming from the raging warrior and grabbed at the approaching hand, telling him, "You will not be dying here, warrior... This is only a lesson to be had."
Pieter tossed the hand away from him, before he quickly sent a backhand to the wounded warrior's face. This was going to be the beginning of some sensible talk, to whomever this half-breed had been. Pieter's voice did not lose its rage, but with it, there was an ominousness of it. It was intended to shake this man's foundation and help him understand the severity of his current life.
"You are but one thing in the cosmic universe. Before there was order and structure, before there were Gods, and planets, there was nothing but Death. Creatures of unknown origin fell prey to this thing that you find it so easy to talk crap you can't even begin to back up. You and I are nothing but dust to be brushed off the dresses Death chooses to put on... At least, that is how one way it is to put it. In my way, death is part of the Great Serpent, that which had shaped this world long before the Namekians had discovered society and travelled to this planet. It is, by far, no 'Lady' that you believe it to be... No, it is a venom. A mark for the Great Beasts to find and devour for power. That feeling in your chest is what it feels like, to be marked by Death..."
Pieter paused for a moment, kicking the man in the chest, to knock him on his ass before going over to sit on a rock, with his forearms on his knees. He pointed at him, wagging his finger as he told him, "You will survive, and you will become stronger from this. Save your energy and recover from your wound. While we wait, how about you tell me who you are, finally, as well as where you are from... And if you have forgotten what I am called, I am Pieter Wolfbane. And you are?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2015 7:41:54 GMT
His hand was grabbed and before he could do much more a slap went across his face with a light flash of white. His vision going blurry a bit with the combined light blood loss and broken ribs. He spoke of death and life in a rather deep sense of life. Jarvis catching most of it and having a little trouble with heavy gasps to throw back some sort of comeback. His scowling eyes that narrowed in however suggested that he may not have fully agreed or possibly it could have just been irritation in his mind from the temper. Just as he was about to try his mouth opening in a slightly curved angry scowl he felt a kick to his chest. The sensation fleeting and tearing the air from his lungs. He'd cough as everything span lightly.
Crashing his back into the ground shortly after his ass hit it. Landing on his back and judging from the ache in his side and the jolt that ran through his body from the fall. He likely wasn't going to be getting up for a bit even if he wanted to protest the mans words and commands. It felt like his ribs were screaming so holding still on the surprisingly soft sand was a somewhat nice thought for the moment. He'd chuckle lightly not sure what kinda person he'd run into speaking of life and meaning and now asking him of his home an other things. Jarvis was dazed and lightly in a woozy headed state. So some part of him found it hard to put up a fight in this state. It just drained him of his fighting spirit and left just the more kind spirit that was around when it could be. At least when free of showing. Breathing heavily and the taste of blood in his mouth the feeling to protest faded quickly. Till finally he'd just decide to speak. He didn't wish to raise tensions and possibly be kicked on the ground. Or given a few more strikes to be shown he should be more cooperative. The thoughts of life and death rolling lightly around in his head.
"I'm... My names Jarvis mate. Not sure why you'd much care." Coughing out a bit one of his hands lightly folding over his chest and his side. Jolting sensations running through his body now and again. "Namek... I've heard that before. What is that place... or people? Heh, I'm from Arcose friend... A cold place where they just looove saiyan bastards like me poisoning the gene pool." Making it sound like he wasn't particularly liked back home. He had problems given Brenchian and Saiyan races weren't exactly on good standing all through history. Being born in the empire only made that twice as bad coupled with the fact his mother was a officer only made him under more watchful eyes at a youth. The heat and tired pain sensation was making him a little more cooperative. He felt tired and light headed as he just rested there. Slowly feeling a light blurry vision taking hold.
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Jun 9, 2015 2:28:55 GMT
(Sorry about the wait, Jarvis! Came back home much more worn out than I thought, so I didn't have energy until today.)
Finally, the blue haired half-breed introduced himself! He even gave a little background as to where he was from, as well, which took out some questions Pieter had for him. It even explained why the half-breed was so impulsive with his attacking. Pieter replied to Jarvis' first question with near-enthusiastic frustration, jauntily raising his hands in the air, "Thank the Serpent, he has a name! But, it seems you really don't understand the purpose for your name, so I'll explain it to you right now, using this current situation you're in: Whether you have friends or foes, your name is important to know. Enemies give a damn about whether you're alive or dead because you were either an obstacle or someone they sought to kill themselves, while friends would be distraught about the death. What's more, your name is your mark in the universe."
Pieter brought up his pack to his legs and begun rummaging through it. He pulled a few things from it: A tiny metal blade, a tobacco pipe with a wolf carved from a combination of purple heart wood and acorn tree wood that appeared to be howling where the tobacco is put, and a bag of tobacco grown in the Ginger Town farmlands that his tribe visited often. The inside of the pipe had been used often, having become dark from repeated usage. He took the blade and pipe into opposite hands, using the pin to scrape out any residue that could have built up.
As he did this, he would continue to explain, whether Jarvis was talking or not, as he was in no shape to really talk, "You said you were from the Arcosian commanded space territory, yes? From my understanding of them, though they can be narcissistic fools with sticks wedged up their arses, and believe me, I know from experience, some have the ability to care. It comes with the experience of living," Pieter explained, taking the tip of pipe and blowing into it, shooting residue out of the pipe, before resuming, "There was this one Arcosian that I encountered, a 'Queen' of the Arcosian people. Shivera, I believe her name was. Didn't really know her place that well. Came crash landing on the Earth during a spar I was having with a friend of mine, another hybrid like you and I... Anyway, the tone she had was as though she owned everything. There was another girl there, some sort of plant-based being with human blood in coursing through her, that ended up roughing up with her while I fought with my friend..."
He paused again, scraping a bit unsavory looking smolder marks from inside, before tapping the pipe over his knee. The bits cascaded down, covering the cracked earth with black dust. Pieter brought it back to his mouth, puffing into the pipe one more time before resuming, "You're a saiyan, and you're... Whatever other blood you've got in you, but all that doesn't mean much unless you have your name. You're a warrior and if you were to die in battle to someone, wouldn't you'd like to have your name recalled so you're not forgotten? Death doesn't take names, 'boyo.' It does not care who or what you are. It only wants 1 thing: To take your life... Now, as for Namek, it is a place in this part of the galaxy. It is a place where night does not cease, many have told me, and it is where the land is blue and the sea is green, which is normal to them."
Pieter put in a couple of pinches of tobacco from the cloth pouch, before lightly pushing it in with his pointer finger so that it wouldn't make it impossible for smolder to form. When he was comfortable with it, he sent a light beam of energy from his finger into the pile, smoke forming within 10 seconds, telling him to start puffing in smoke and remove his finger. White clouds billowed from him mouth with each puff, until he felt it was good enough to survive on its own. He released a large stream from his lungs, before he asked, "If you want a puff or two, sit yourself on the rubble as best you can and I will bring this over to you. If you end up dying here, you'll at least enjoy this sunny canvas the serpent has given with the best breath you'll ever have in your life."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2015 23:02:57 GMT
He was dazed from heat baring down on him the desert sun warming him as blood loss made him cold. But it was not major enough to die from. The man spoke of many things quick and true. As woozy as he was it was strange listening to him talk. Like something you imagined with some of his pirates too quests to discover themselves to a few planets that held spiritual meaning to their races as it'd been described to them. As a bastard and a half breed himself though he didn't have such a place. Merely two homes he didn't belong in. "A name is just that a name,.. Why think it has more meaning then ti does. Just like us... Meaningless really." The idea an thought of mattering so much to all didn't fit with him. He had very very few contacts that cared for him or had his real care back. To him the galaxy was a lonely place that only adventure and merry making seemed to feel the hole in his heart and soul. Each time he'd speak he'd sound lightly hoarse. His throat stinging with a caking of blood within it. It was rather disgusting of a sensation. One eye while a another squeezed shut resisting pain saw the pipe. The smell of Tobacco and it made his mouth water lightly. The man had style as well for his smoking utensil he had to give him that. Jarvis preferred his cigars though in the end. But hey couldn't know the otherguts style classy as it was.
He spoke of the queen he never got to meet. But would have likely not desired too if she knew of his deeds. He laughed a bit as much as it hurt laying on his back on the soft feeling sand. Clearing his throat enough to speak. Weak as it was of a voice. "Aye mate... Try being half blooded to a race they hate... I betcha a daisy the things people can do to a child would rack dat head of yours... i was on my own at thirteen and even then... Well before and after they have fun ways of treating you when they catch you up to no good... But fuck em... Fuck anyone dat tries to pin me down.... Whether I die today or tomorrow makes me no difference..... I'll at least by me own man an free till then." Freedom truly being what he cared for. To be able to go where he pleased take what he liked. Held down by no hierarchy of who may see his blood as inferior or a monstrosity.
He'd rise to sitting position his legs cross legged. His hand moving over his ribs holding over where the cracked ribs and messed up tendons were. His hand putting pressure on the wound. The sounds he made clear the pain was heavy as he tried to get seated properly. Coughing out a light bit of blood as he did only to quickly wipe it away. He smeered it more then anything but was trying to hide his pain. Hide his weakness behind that shell he often did. "Namek.. I've heard tings of this place.... A girly told me of it but merely of balls to grant wishes. I tink the sun burned her head a bit too much. Such fantasies couldn't possibly be real. An we can tink what we like mate. But some galaxies will never see it dat way. I'll always be da outcasts and one day I'll be dead. I'll vanish off to whatever happens to us. You want the truth?" He'd say given the man could do worse to him if he wanted. Why not be honest when around nelson that could kill you. He saw no reason to not be honest most times. He just liked jesting around. "I don't really try and care if I die or not. I just do what I want to do how I want to do it. Thats my freedom... Me.. What I desire coming first before anyone else can shoot me down an say no for what I am. To be strong enough to simply take an do as I please..... A world that hold you down will either crush you or you crush it back." He'd say shrugging but groaning in pain from the shrug. Smiling though and smirking as if to ask to accept that light toke.
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Jun 10, 2015 3:13:59 GMT
Pieter listened, moving next to the man and sitting on the ground, cross-legged, mere inches away from Jarvis. He held the pipe up to Jarvis's mouth to take a toke of the pipe. As he did, Pieter responded with rhetoric, his tail unfurling from his waist and resting on the ground behind him, but just within Jarvis's sight, "What do you think I am, Jarvis? A full-blooded saiyan who only craves battle?"Once Jarvis took a toke, the hunter brought the pipe back to his mouth for his own toke. The tobacco was strong, and it wasn't very smooth to begin with. The hunter's breath was long, before he billowed mist-like smoke through both his nose and lips. He told Jarvis, "Freedom is freedom, Jarvis. This is something I live by, day in and out. However, with freedom, comes the disregard of others you cross... Yes, the world will crush you if you do not crush it back. This moment we had is a shining example of it crushing you."Pieter blew softly into the pipe, make sure to keep the embers alive before he motioned it back to Jarvis's lips once more. He continued explaining, "The life of saiyans, partial or full-blooded, is just this thing you explained... But it is not the life-style we need to adhere to. It is a simple cycle that results in the same way, every time: Someone will die. You and I have the benefit of being half-blooded... Well, a quarter blooded in my case... Anyway, we have this benefit, where we can break the mold of what holds our family history. Whatever your other side is doesn't hold you, either. The decisions you make are yours, and if you wish to escape this mold, you need to get help. Make friends or family or both. You are your own man, but if you intend to live like this, you can not do this alone... Head north from here. There is a giant pillar that pierces the clouds. Climb up and beyond that pillar, to a platform that rests out of sight of those who come from space and the surface. There, you will encounter a wise man: a Namekian, to be exact, who will help you acquire friends to do what needs to be done. He is known as Kami and he is a man who is to be respected..."Pieter stood up, taking the pipe away from Jarvis and putting it in his mouth. He made his way over to his things, putting the vest on first before he picked up the bag. He told the man, "I know you've got a strong will to survive, Jarvis, and you could've struck me at any point. However, you know what will happen, if you tried. Visit the Kami to learn a thing or two. Your visit there will be worth it. Trust me on this. I will see you in the future, and perhaps, when we fight next time, it won't be in rage. It will only be for sport"The hunter rocketed off the ground, flying further south and into the desert. His mind was intrigued with this encounter and it was eager to see the others he would come across. Only time would tell, though... Only time. (Pieter is taking his leave. This seemed like a good note to leave the thread on. Power level is requested for this thread! Also, requesting tobacco pipe and 13 ounces of Ginger Field Tobacco to be added to my 'items' for funsies!  ) |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2015 17:49:12 GMT
Jarvis would hungrily grip his lips at the pipe taking in a long drag one of his hands using to balance but thankful the main aided. His other hand clenching his wound. He'd draw in strength breath taking in the heavy tobacco that carried a hefty strength but ran through him and tasted perfect for the moment. Bellowing smoke coming past his lips as a relieved warm sensation washed over his face as he lightly managed for the moment to relax a little bit. "Don't judge a saiyan by its tail I suppose? haha" His own blue tail waggling lightly and weakly behind him. He hadn't the will or energy right now to make a grab or jesting attempt even for the mans tail or any form of struggle. That will had much earlier fled him. Right now he just wanted some medicine a bed some alcohol and a woman or two to warm him before sleeping off some of this pain.
"Maybe tings can be different. But soon I'll be back in saiyan space or Arcose space making me livin as I always do. I live da life of a smuggler lad. No matter what I wish trouble will follow... But I suppose I see your point. Makes me wish tings had been different when I was boy." He'd not go into detail in that but keep the rest of his childhood to himself. Most of it he preferred to not remember let along talk about. His ears caught sound of namekian though. Wise Kami or something.. He tried to stop the man as he was leaving but a sudden violent cough cut his words off too late.
"Wait Namekian? Here! I keep hearing of these nameks lately." The man was gone though as he managed to stutter out the words between coughs and a lightly sore and blood caked throat. He reached out but be damned if that large fellow was gonna notice him. He was already long gone and likely not heading back this way."I'll be damned... So not all the hero ish types are complete arses on dis planet... Go figure." He'd say as he'd feel a rush of weakness his eyes rolling back as slowly it would seem at first. He'd glide back before colliding with the sand and finally pass out. Easing into a sleep into the shadow of one of the stone pillars around them. Likely not to wake for a few hours as his body slept off some of these wounds. This was not the kind of meeting though he'd forget light headed or not.
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Post by Reikiko on Jun 12, 2015 15:20:04 GMT
Pieter has a WC of 4332 and shall receive 7910 PL
Jarvis has a WC of 5032 and shall receive 7143 PL
Sorry about not adding your items request Pieter, but it would likely flood your profile box thingie due to the coding.
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