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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2015 0:22:11 GMT
[PL 69,605] The night had been bleak and sore on his body. Jarvis was nursing a bottle letting the aches and pains of previous days numb away to the darkness of the night. The burn at his tongue quickly draining to his stomach as he gulped down the liquor from his bottle with haste. The blue haired boy dressed in his sleeveless saiyan body suit with his black human military style pants and boots worn over it. The place he was at was the strange little arena in the warehouse the tournament took place in prior where he'd injured one man and a woman. The woman being a little more kind after he'd made it up to her in various ways. Humans... he was gonna like human females. The place was barren now at least for a little while it would stay that way. A police raid had commenced after the illegal competitions were found out. So for now it was just a empty place for some easy rest and to be alone he thought. Nursing the left over bottles that had been left behind when the few people who had business here made their quick get away and preparations. Only a couple glowing lights were lit over head. Jarvis leaning against the makeshift bar. There were a few bottles on the ground that he'd finished off earlier. They rolled around a bit clanking into each other each time he'd add a new one. Although he wasn't that far gone as his saiyan blood and Brenchian blood that adapted quick kept him from easily pushing himself far over the edge. Although more often then not he hated that. Being unable to throw yourself in a drunken stupor when you just wanted to forget the world for a little while. A device near the corner of the room, A old musical jukebox. Played a soft classical music. A opera of sorts and something that he favored in times like these. The moments of reflection between the quick life of a person like him. No one liked to talk about the lonely parts between a pirate and or smugglers adventures. The emptiness that now and again caught up with you. The booze he was drinking tonight was something he was pleased to locate. It was a green liquor with only the letters. Absin__ on the Label. Some of the rest torn away. His blue tail just sorta hung behind him moving around lightly from side to side as he felt relaxed lightly within this distraught state. His head and shoulders slumped lightly over the bar as he drank down the body heavily. His weighted gloves left behind today along with his scouter and ship that were capsulized. Stuffed in a pouch that was tucked away behind the bar with the rest of his cash. He'd lightly run his fingers through his blue hair and drawing in a deep breath. A half burn out cigar being lifted from a nearby ash tray as feint embers lit up when he drew in a heavy drag. The smoke warm and tasting as good as it could get at the moment. Before letting it out in a large puff before him. His blue eyes looking upon the embers with a saddening expression. He was humming to himself lightly int he dimly lit dark area. Thinking of home and the mother he once knew. His people carried many accents and many variants. Brenchians were a dime a dozen and far in between. Muttering whispers of words as he though back a bit. " So cheer up your spirits, you lads and you lasses, There's gold for the digging and lots of it, too." Lifting the drink to his lips to drown a bit more of the green liquor down into his gut. Before swallowing it with a sour face licking his lips. " A health to the heart that has courage to ramble, Bad luck to the lad or the lass that would rue."
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Post by Hyoza on Jun 3, 2015 22:08:22 GMT
[Heavy Weights equipped, current PL: 4,664]
Once again he found himself hovering above the glittering South Capitol, its skyline illuminated with millions of distant lights. Looking out across it, Hyoza was reminded of the ocean of stars that awaited him beyond this world. That thought brought a brief flicker of a smile to his face. It would be good to return to the life he'd once known - but this time, he would be the Captain. This time, he would be strong enough. This time, he would not run away.
For the briefest of moments, his thoughts returned to that fateful raid - Ghirash's crew stranded on the surface of the planetoid as the energy barrage tore their vessel to shreds. He could remember the view from his escape pod as the ship convulsed and buckled under the punishing bombardment. He could remember Ghirash's voice coming in over the Scouter - No.
He shook the thought from his head before it could wash away his conscious mind. These vivid memories had plagued him of late; distracting him from his purpose, weakening his resolve. He was there for a reason, he needed to focus on that...
The Arcosian closed his eyes, stretching out his senses like a web - casting it over the city as a fisherman might cast a net. he could sense thousands of auras - most of them tiny, but one in particular drew his attention - a very familiar aura. He had felt it once before, at an underground fighting tournament there in the South Capitol. But the last time he had sensed the ki of that blue-tailed monkey, it had been far, far weaker. It seemed the hybrid had grown immensely in strength since last Hyoza had seen him - moreso than Hyoza himself had done, much to his chagrin. But that he blamed on Amethyst and his cyborgs. Their interference in his affairs had thankfully now come to an end, but they had certainly put a damper on his training regimen. Once again he found himself having to shake off unwanted thoughts, memories intruding on his conscious mind uninvited.
Forcing himself to focus, he gradually began to narrow the scope of his senses; homing in on the aura of the fighter, shining as it was, like a mighty beacon in a sea of tiny embers. Without even opening his eyes, Hyoza began to drift towards it, feeling the almost magnetic pull of the immense aura drawing him in. The cool night air, laced with a thin drizzle of rain spattered and gusted pleasantly across his skin as he cruised through the dark skies. Soon, he could feel the proximity of the warrior's aura, close enough that he should be able to see him. Opening his eyes, he could barely stifle a laugh.
There, before his very eyes, was the run-down warehouse where the tournament had been held. The blue-haired brawler was inside. Ironic, that they would meet again in the very same place.
Slowly relaxing his aura, Hyoza dropped to the streets, back down into that dark and dingy alleyway he had used the last time. As before, he strode up to the heavy metal door. But this time, it was different. The door was ajar, a thin sliver of pale light creeping from behind its iron bulk. From within, he could only hear the faint sound of music - some piece of human noise that Hyoza couldn't begin to identify. With a deep breath, he pushed the door open, swinging it back with surprising silence despite its heavy-duty construction. He stepped through the doorway, the thick soles of his three-toed feet padding softly on the concrete floor, almost imperceptibly.
It was even more run-down than he remembered. Many of the lights were broken overhead, leaving the room only dimly illuminated, while a jukebox played the scratchy sounds of Earth music. The floor was littered with broken glass and scraps of paper, and there, sat leaning against the bar, was the familiar blue-haired boy. On the floor around his stool lay empty and cracked bottles of alcohol - strong spirits by the look of them.
Hyoza smirked as he saw the boy pull a face at the taste of the liquid he had drawn from the bottle in his hand. Clearly, its taste had not been entirely pleasant.
"You know, usually I prefer wine."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2015 20:04:25 GMT
He'd feel a light jerk to his senses spinning on his heel and the stool. Keeping a foot on the bar support of the stool another on the floor encase he'd have to react quickly. Gulping a bit at first not sure who to expect would coming wondering around in this place. He had though he'd be free to seclude himself to drink and music to get a little rest. It wasn't really that hard to recognize a Arcosian. They all looked similar in one way or another. Jarvis's eye twitching lightly not really sure what to expect seeing one wonder in. They often had their fingers in varies forms of prosperous business and troubles in space. They had a aura about them he often felt. That prideful way of movement that just made it feel like they always thought they were better then you. He wasn't sure if he liked that swagger in their steps or down right hated it.
He'd stand to his feet after a moment or two considering what to say he looked a little curious his eyes unsure what to make of this. His legs feeling a bit weak but he tried not to let it show. Wiping his mouth with his palm after indulging in so many drinks earlier. "Aye? Wine just doesn't always have da kick I go looking for. Look hard enough on any planet and you'll find just da right drink to burn yer nerves away and chase away thee day. All species need a little burn to forget da past now and again." He'd say with spirits. Looking the person over from his horns to that interesting frame his species carried. Their flesh with shiny parts that could almost look as smooth gems. He was never sure how he felt around Arcosians finding their female framed warriors at least pleasant to look at though.
He'd keep near the bar keeping a bit of distance for a moment bout would slide the bottle over as if to suggest there was plenty within it. He'd also reach towards the bar near a yet unlit cigar near the old ashtray he'd been saving. Locating a match book on the bar as well. A old thing with a logo of some old tavern printed on it. Jarvis ripping a match from it and striking it to light up a smoke that was gripped between his lips and lightly in his teeth secured with his spare hand to be sure. A small puff of smoke bellowing towards the air. As he'd take a few starting puffs to get the thing lit. Light embers glowing in the dark dim light of the run down place as the music kept on in the background giving a relaxing tone to him with the whole affair as long as the man was careful and didn't go rushing him with horns. He wasn't aware if this was someone he may have stole from back home. He did do many jobs of smuggling and theft when the times were for the calling for it. So there was always the chance some folks back on Arcose were upset with him. He just figure most just didn't know of him personally merely of groups he'd tagged onto here and there. "You must be really lonely to go seeking out company in a run down place like dis? Not sure if meets a Arcosians such 'fine' tastes." Implying as in why are you here.
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Post by Hyoza on Jun 9, 2015 16:07:58 GMT
Hyoza lifted gently off the ground and hovered across the warehouse floor, past Jarvis and up over the bar. He looked around amidst the detritus left behind when the place had been abandoned for a moment, before spotting what he was looking for. Rather than stooping to pick it up, he used his tail to coil around the item, raising it to his eye level, where he inspected the label. A look of disappointment crossed his face as he casually pulled the cork free with a resounding 'POP'!
"Well, it's not a good wine, but I'd wager it still tastes better than that green bilge you were chugging down," Hyoza remarked to his blue-haired companion as he reached behind the bar for a pair of glasses. He poured a measure for himself and another for Jarvis should he choose to sample the more subtle beverage, before seating himself gently on one of the remaining intact barstools. He sat in silence for a moment as he took a sip, savouring the taste. It was slightly bitter, but Hyoza's training had kept him away from the 'finer things' for quite some time; so it was a welcome flavour on his long-parched taste buds.
He looked up from his glass and locked eyes with Jarvis, sizing him up. He definitely had the overall look of a Saiyan, though his features were somewhat less hard-edged than was typical of a pure-blooded Saiyan. His hair colour disqualified him from that category totally as it was. He made a mental note to ask about his heritage later, but he hadn't explained his presence yet. Jarvis' attitude seemed to imply he'd got some experience with Arcosians of the more typical variety - aristocratic and aloof. Hyoza himself had fit that archetype perfectly a few decades earlier, but things had changed. Life as a mercenary and pirate was not so luxurious as that enjoyed by those at the heart of the sprawling Arcosian Empire.
"I was here not so long ago, watching a tournament. Your fights were impressive, and I can sense you've grown far stronger since then." He ran a finger along the rim of his glass briefly, wiping away a few specks of dust, before taking a sip. "I'm recruiting for a team of sorts. You seemed the type I could rely on to get the job done," he topped up his half-emptied glass from the bottle as he continued.
"My name is Hyoza, and I left Arcose forty-two years ago. For most of that time, I've worked as a mercenary and a pirate. It's become my life, and I need that freedom again. Something tells me you can understand that," He slid the second untouched glass over to the shabby-looking warrior opposite him, the blood-red liquid within sloshing softly against the sides as it shifted.
"This mud-ball of a planet is not fit for mighty warriors such as yourself, Jarvis," he said, recalling the fighter's name from the tournament. "I am offering you a position with my crew, if you're interested, of course..."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2015 23:24:05 GMT
He'd watch with a surprised gaze as the man hovered over found a bottle that better fit his preference and uncorked it with his tail. Jarvis was never sure how to feel around this kind. They never gave him reactions like others often come an prideful. A aura of sophistication in them.. plus he was very sure you couldn't breed wit them..... But give him enough saiyan brandy and he could tell you a story of a rather deviant little frost demon who could work wonders with her slithery purple tongue an her lips. Hey pirates had their stories after all. But this one was clearly one to be a bit wary around. Careful at least given he didn't seem the odd variant but your classically calm and likely very powerful Arcosian. Jarvis wondering a bit on his business in such a place.
When the arcosian set on the stool across from him Jarvis would give him the once over looking over the things body as he'd drink the wine. Not so much in a classy way but more as liquor shooting it down in a quick drink that showed he could throw back some alcohol. Responding with... "I like the hard stuff meself. But you know me an a few of me ol crew... We took a batch of this right ol bottles bound for the Arcosian palace on Arcose when I as a tot... Got right sloshed on the royal stuff... Good thieves start young right?" Wanting to assert of arcose so he clearly knew of this mans people an his knowledge of fine alcohol. Perhaps a small way to assert himself as being seen as more then just the vagabond he often appeared as.
But something strange happened as the Arcosian spoke. He left arcose apparently and as a pirate of all things. An even used that word over more smacked on titles to sound more grand an higher above the average bandit smuggler. He spoke respectfully even a hint of flattery and Jarvis would eat it all up gladly. Something about Arcosians he normally hated in their attitudes but they had bodies that peaked his interest and this one had a way about him that just captured Jarvis. His eyes caught staring at this proposal. A real crew as well as an Arcosian presenting this? Was it a dream? Was someone jesting with him. He'd shake his head after a moment breaking from his star struck gazing.
"Freedom... Yes. The most important thing there is in this life. Half saiyan and half Brenchian and I refuse to call either empire my ruler... I rather like the idea of a Arcosian embracing such ideas as well..." His eyes were careful but seemed to relax a bit as a bit of tension fled from his shoulders. Easing his body to relax more in its present state. "If you speak true, Then ofcourse I'd be inclined to accept. Just know I have my own code... I don't do kids and weak women in... and I take equal cut or at least fair. I'm no lackey. As you said freedom is important. But other then that I'd love to work with you my interesting new friend." He'd say licking the back of his teeth lightly looking over the creature once more.
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Post by Hyoza on Jun 13, 2015 1:46:22 GMT
Hyoza was pleased to see Jarvis relaxing slightly as he made his proposition. Looks like Grandfather was right again, he mused, diplomacy can work just as well as violence. He was one step closer to assembling his crew, and one step closer to getting off the dirtball its inhabitants called Earth. It wouldn't be long now, he hoped, before he was once again up there among the stars, living the high life. As Jarvis spoke, he began to form responses, thinking carefully as to what would be most appealing to this potential recruit.
"The Empire has made itself my enemy many times over, and I owe them no loyalty. But I'm not against making money from them, either," as he said this, he thought back to the many encounters with bounty hunters and Imperial agents over the years - the desperate struggles for survival as the Imperial bounty lured dozens of warriors to his trail, all looking to claim the juicy prize Arcose had labeled his mugshot with in their criminal archives.
"I have been called many things over the years, but rarely have I been called a liar. I tell you, we shall have our freedom, freedom to take whatever we can. A chance to live our lives free of the corrupt officials who rule so much of the galaxy. A chance to experience all that truly great warriors deserve. Money, females - all the luxuries you could want. Join me, and we have only to reach out and take them." Hyoza emphasized this by looking off into the distance, his hand extended and grasping at the air, as though there were some intangible prize before him.
"You put in the work, and I guarantee your share will be equal to my own. We will forge a legend that shall last far beyond our own lifetimes. People will whisper tales of the mighty Blackstar Buccaneers for centuries to come." He smiled at the thought, lowering his hand. He took hold of his glass and drained it of its contents in a quick gulp; before emptying the bottle into re-filling his own drink, and topping up his companion's.
"So, what say you, warrior? Are you in, or are you out?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2015 23:22:34 GMT
Jarvis would consider the idea of working for the empire. He'd never worked personally for any of them only for minor lords smuggling in goods or out stolen wealth. If they'd ever caught him he'd he'd be a wanted man. On a few planets he was as well. He'd think on it the empire direct work wasn't exactly his cup of tea to be true. "While I would prefer keeping out of their pockets directly one can not always argue with where the work comes from can we lad? Just know I'll shed no tears when dat empire burns and dat palace crumbles one day." He'd say with a smirk up his face. Of course he only spoke about the highest. He didn't want to massacre the soldiers lord knows his mother may still be among the officers if she still lives. A somber thought to consider after all these years. One that ached the head for another drink but that would come later. For now he had business to discuss in his usually way.
He spoke of reward and legend. Describing it like he truly believed in the idea of making a crew that was more then pirates by the sound of it. It would take much force and power to have a crew exist more as small pirates or hidden smugglers in arcose space. But something about the challenge ate at him. It stirred his blood for adventure as he felt shivers go down his spine. A chance to return to the black seas of space and to the planets over he'd heard of. But for once possibly not give them the chance to stand over him for what blood was in his veins mixed as it was. "Arcose,... If we make trouble for that Vegeta empire too. I'll be greatly curious for that lad. I have no love for either of my blood lines. I also desire we visit this namek.... A girl told me of something involving wishes there. A old tale surely with no truth to it by I grow more curious with the passing days." He'd smirk facing the man directly. Jarvis would shoot down his drink in a single gulp and once Hyoza's hand was free Jarvis would go to grab it at the wrist in attempt. To shake at the wrists. "Deal... I'll join ya lad. Just know if ya cross me or try an put one of them daggers in me back I won't be so easily taken. But earn my loyalty with these promises and we'll make hell out of those who are stand before us. Taking what we want we'll be a piece of piss." He'd say softly chuckling at the consideration after all this time it was a Arcosian giving him a deal he actually favored in a favorable way. What were the odds.
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Post by Hyoza on Jun 21, 2015 16:39:31 GMT
Looking down, Hyoza saw Jarvis' arm extended, offering a handshake. With a self-satisfied smile, he accepted, each giving a firm grip for a moment before letting go.
"No backstabbing, no betrayals. Fair pay for your work, and a chance to carve your name into galactic history." Hyoza picked up his glass, raising it into the air.
"Here's to the Blackstars," Hyoza downed his drink, expecting Jarvis would likely do the same. He rummaged inside a storage pouch within his armour, fumbling blindly for a moment before his fingers brushed over what he was looking for, a small, circular device. It was conical, with a tiny indentation running around the 'equator' of its smooth, metallic form. At the base was a pair of buttons, one of which blinked with a tiny red light every few seconds, indicating it had charge stored in its battery. He laid the device on the bar and pushed it slowly towards Jarvis, tapping it as he began to speak again.
"Two-way holotransmitter. Can't be traced, can't be monitored. This can only be used to contact me. Just push the red switch to activate it, and the black switch to begin transmitting. I'll be in touch." With that, Hyoza hopped down from his stool and began to make his way back across the floor of the dilapidated warehouse, smirking to himself as he went, very satisfied with the outcome of this little meeting - one recruit for his crew - and a powerful one at that. As he headed to the door, he couldn't help but fantasize about the kind of spoils they'd be raking in with the strength they already boasted - let alone how lethal their crew would be with even more members.
Suddenly, a thought occurred to him - something he'd forgotten to say. Momentarily, he felt irritation and embarassment, but with a short intake of breath, he turned it to his advantage. Turning to look over his shoulder, he spoke with what he hoped was cool confidence.
"Oh, and by the way, keep this between you and me for now. Can't have those pesky Blue Banners finding out about this before we're ready to dust off."
[Exit post, PL for this one please! (Heavy Weights equipped.)]
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2015 23:28:15 GMT
The handshake was firm and strong. It wasn't often Jarvis enjoyed such pleasantries but for this man he'd make a exception. He'd given off a very good impression. Peaked that adventurous spirit that crept inside Jarvis often. "Just treasure and adventure to be had?" Smirking at the man's words equally excited. Taking the communicator in hand examining it for a few moments before clicking it on standby and slipping it away into his pocket. He'd keep it on hand until he got the call. His mind now racing with possibility. A arcosian captain would be most excellent if he could keep up mood and behavior like this one.
He take one final drink as well taking in the mans words. A quick burn of alcohol sliding down his throat cool and flavored as well. The wine a good selection he had to admit. Not normally his fancy but he'd make a exception today given the good spirits and meeting. He'd take a moment enjoying the new found comrade. "I'll keep this handy. Whenever I get your message I won't be far behind captain." Chuckling as he threw in the little title of leadership at the end. He'd say quickly gathering his things from behind the bar. Preparing to make his exit as well heading towards the door of the old warehouse. "I'm not too worried about the blue banners... I'm hardly that impressed with them anyway."
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Post by Vi-Poi on Jun 23, 2015 21:35:42 GMT
Jarvis 2506 WC & 3812 3567 PL!
Hyoza 1947 WC & 4102 PL!
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