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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Aug 21, 2015 21:13:28 GMT
(Thread PL: 14,216.)
It was fine a evening. The sun was just beginning to set as Raisu settled down at the edge of the village, in the little barn he’d been allowed to stay in that night. He stretched, his muscles tightening as he did. There was an ache in the soles of his feet, but it was a good ache. To him, it was the product of his dreams. He’d covered some decent ground today, and thankfully made it to the village before dark. Not that he took issue with sleeping out under the stars, but sometimes it was nice to sleep under a roof and not have to worry about an animal getting into your things or pouncing on you in the middle of the night.
He took off his jacket and sniffed it. It smelled of dust, sweat, and whatever else came with the road. His nose crinkled. He’d have to wash it soon. Maybe someone here could point him in the way of a stream, or even let him borrow their washer. It’d be nice to have clean clothes again. It had been so long since he had fresh anything. Hard to believe he’d been on the road for about a year now. He’d seen so much, some of it good, some of it bad. He’d also grown along the way. At least in terms of strength. He took a certain pride in that, knowing he’d come a ways from where he’d begun. And a part of him wanted to get even stronger, something the rest of him could agree with.
He tossed his jacket aside, letting it fall to the ground beside the hay pile he’d claimed for himself that night. He crossed to the barn door, and pushed it open, sticking his head out as he did. People were still out and about, going to and from the village. Some were carrying baskets of what Raisu assumed were goods or the like, and a few seemed to be returning from the fields. It was so peaceful, it was almost like a painting. Raisu took a few moments to paint a picture in his mind. He smiled. Maybe in twenty years he could look back on this moment and smile, remembering how light his heart felt in this moment. But that was twenty years from now. For now, he should enjoy this time.
He stepped out of the barn in full, and yawned. He blinked, trying to chase the sleep from his eyes. He still had things to do today. Like, for example, try and trade with the people of the village. Raisu would need some supplies for when he hits the road again, and he might not get a better time than now. With that, he went towards the village, a spring in his step and a whistle coming from his mouth.
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Some time passed before Raisu returned to the barn for the evening. He’d finished his trading for the day, and he came out of it well enough. He’d managed to secure clean water for the trip and a few days’ worth of food to hold him over until the next village. Of course, knowing his luck, he’d probably get lost and lose his way on the trip. Well, he thought, worst comes to worst, he could try his hand at hunting. He’d considered it before, but never followed through. At least he wouldn’t have to learn for now. Now while he still had food in his bag.
Happy and his trading done, Raisu drops to the floor of the barn and begins to do push ups. He might as well try and get some exercise in before bed. After all, why waste time? Just because he had nothing to do doesn’t mean he should do nothing. At least that was his philosophy. Or the philosophy that had been drilled into him during his formative years by Tsu Kini. He loved the woman like a grandmother, but she had been quite the taskmaster. She probably still was. He hadn’t spoken to her in over a year. How was she doing now? Had she taken another student? Or was she planning on living on the rest of her life in relative quiet? In a way, he envied her. She’d found her calling.
At the top of his push-up, Raisu looked to the barn door: he’d left it open. Ah well, he thought, maybe somebody will come by. And soon he went back to his pushups, his mind elsewhere out in the aether, looking for whatever came its way.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2015 0:07:31 GMT
This actually takes place weeks before BREU got back to the Blue Banner Army’s facilities from the Frozen North. At this point of his story, he is still enjoying his World Tour of the Booze; a self-granted vacation period he instituted after the events that unfolded during the Battle of the West. He has been visiting all corners of the planet, tasting all kinds of alcoholic drinks earthlings had to offer. He had already visited the South and the West and was now travelling through the East seeking the perfect moonshine: his favorite alcoholic drink. The roads took him to a fairly rural area, where a wonderful homemade brew is said to be produced. He eventually reaches this humble farm, where the brewmaster resided. BREU’s exotic appearance is quick to draw all eyes from the townspeople. It’s not always that see an almost 2 meters tall blue skinned weirdo with a ridiculous hair (don’t tell him I said that) and a robotic arm walking around the neighborhood. The old, but friendly man seems a bit puzzled as the robot approaches him with his face wrapped up in a red piece of cloth, like a character out of one of those old far west movies. The cyborg mercenary stares at the old man, who is quick to replace his “what the hell” look for a friendly smile.
– “Welcome, my fine gentleman! I bet you came here to enjoy our fine stock!” – The vendor makes his greeting.
– “I’ve heard good things about your homemade brew of moonshine. I’m here to see if it will live up to the tales” – BREU explains.
– “Indeed! It is the best moonshine you’ll find in the East for sure… and I wouldn’t be surprised if you told me it’s the best moonshine you’ve ever had!” – The cheerful old man keeps exalting his product.
– “Heh… We will see about that. Care to give me a sample?” – The robot asks and the man is quick to respond, turning around to grab a bottle and pour a good dose for his eccentric customer.
– “Of course, my good sir! Here it is” – He says handing the humble artisanal cup to the cyborg. BREU pulls the clothing hiding his face down in order to reveal his mouth and brings the liquid to it, savoring its flavor. He leaves the content in his mouth for a couple seconds and then gulps it. It’s a bit strange, because normally a drink that strong isn’t supposed to be left in contact with your tongue, unless you like bitter and puke. BREU on the other hand doesn’t even grimace at the taste of almost pure alcohol. It was actually pretty good. Although BREU was still not convinced… it was his favorite drink and he was going to be picky. He wanted more.
– “Not bad, actually” – He evaluates dryly, leaving the poor man sad at his first apparent neutral review.
– “Just not bad? I think that wasn’t enough to convince your refined taste, so how about I give you another dose to see if you make up your mind, eh? Free of charge!” – The charismatic man smiles.
– “Nah… you just give me a full bottle” – BREU says, making the man’s sad look go away at the sight of a transaction. The android hands the vendor his money.
– “Would you like me to wrap it up for you, sir?” – The old geezer interrogates.
– “That’s not needed. I’m going to drink it right now” – BREU informs the merchant.
– “Alright, Mr…” – The man extends the last syllable as if waiting for the android to complete with his name.
– “BREU” – The android completes and prepares to open the bottle.
– “BREU! Alright Mr. BREU, I'm Muno. You just make yourself comfortable, I have only a few stools available for you to sit, but you can stay for as long as you like. Let me grab you a cu-” – The man says, grabbing another clean cup, intending to give it to the blue skinned alien, but is stopped midway as he simply watches this freak turn the whole bottle of moonshine and gulp every drop of it down in seconds. Mind you, this thing only has the highest concentration of ethanol in comparison to all other drinks… and BREU just drank it all in one go. And he doesn’t seem to be affected by it at all, specially when he places his hand in his pocket, grabbing some more zeni and places it over the counter saying:
– “Give me more” –
– “Gaaaaaah! What’s wrong with this guy?!” – That’s all the old geezer could say, questioning if he actually saw what just happened.
Naturally, no one had means to know BREU was a bionic lifeform. Much less that he actually runs on booze. The highest the alcoholic content, the better his engine runs, as it has more fuel to burn. After a long time drinking nothing but low-alcohol drinks, he was missing filling his tank with something heavy. After his quick spectacle, he asked for whatever other types of brew he would serve there. These ones he drank slowly, savoring each sample. A pretty good business day, right Mr. Brewmaster? Oh, you couldn’t be more wrong… Thing was… although BREU was almost completely a robot, he was just almost completely a robot. His brain was still organic and it was connected to the core engine and the whole body in general, much like any brain is within one organism. That means although BREU can process large amounts of alcohol and burn it for fuel, if he gets overboard, he can eventually get intoxicated. And by intoxicated, I mean drunk as balls; the way he would end up after about a couple of hours since he sat down in that chair. All was good until the moment he stood up. Then, the it hit him. BREU started going nuts. Saying that the man’s moonshine was poisoned. Saying it was thrash and a whole other words he would take sometime to get the syllables right in order to pronounce them. The townsfolk tried to calm the android down , to no avail. Eventually, the mad man gives the coupe the grace of insanity: he decides the moonshine was crap (although he actually liked it, but was now too drunk to remember that) and that the whole town deserved to disappear for trying to poison him.
There were quite a few farms close to the brewmaster’s residence, along with a few other commercial buildings. The townspeople there would get a great view of the fireworks before the surroundings (and their lives) were swallowed by a huge explosion resultant from BREU’s charged Tekila Shot. What a sad day to sell booze…
PL: 17.135
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Aug 22, 2015 0:58:12 GMT
As Raisu did his push ups, it briefly occured to him that he'd heard great things about this village's moonshine. He licked his lips... Perhaps he would go for a drink before he left. He wasn't a heavy drinker by any means, in truth he rarely ever touched alcahol. But, as they say, when on Namek, do as Namekians do. Well, that was the saying. But Namek was gone now. Blown up by a rather powerful android. A pity, of course, because he'd always wanted to see it one day. Ah well, he decided, there was always the Arcose space. Surely that was going to be fine for the next while. But, that was a ways off. No use in planning for something so far in the future. Why not focus on enjoying the present? After all, here he was in a beautiful little village in the countryside. The setting sun was shining, the chatter of the birds was on the air, and most importantly, Raisu was happy. He smiled as he finished his push-ups, and brought himself to standing.
He should explore the town. He barely got a chance to see anything while he was trading. Who knew what he could find here? Each unturned stone was a new chance, a new adventure. Raisu was hopeful. Hopeful for himself, hopeful for his future. He allowed a silly grin to break out over his face, the kind of grin you would expect to see on a child's face when presented with a present. And Raisu had been given the greatest present of all: the world was his oyster. He crossed towards the barn door, ready to go. As his hand brushed against the rough, painted wood of the door, something felt amiss. As if something heavy was hanging on Raisu, and his entire world was about to change. His grin transformed into an ugly frown. What was wrong with him? He stopped in place, and thought to himself for a moment. The only thing in the world seemed to be him and his own heartbeat. He breathed in and out, slowly, trying to find what was wrong. He shivered. And then it was obvious: he'd forgotten his jacket.
He broke into laughter. he'd let a missing jacket stop him in his tracks. He shook his head and returned to the hay pile where he'd left it, bending down to pick it up and dust it off. His hand beat against it, and dirt fell from. He loved this jacket. It was a nice jacket, too. Brand name, pink denim. Not to mention it was sturdy and well made. He'd recieved it as a gift on his eighteenth birthday, from his mother. How she smiled when Raisu drew the jacket from it's wrapping. How Raisu had smiled when he tried it on, the cool fabrid of the jacket an already comforting feeling against the body. It had been a great gift. He'd taken it everywhere with him, and now he was wearing it on his soul searching journey across this world and beyond. At this point, it had been to Hell and back. Well, not literally. Figuratively, though, it may as well have been.
As he slipped the familar garment up his back and over his shoulders, it occured to him that he should also bring his bag. One would never know what they might need at any given time, and besides, it wasn't even particularly heavy or burdensome. It could only be an asset, he decided slipping it over his shoulders. Now, as the weight of the bag pressed against the hollow of his back, he crossed towards the barn door again, ready for anything this time.
Except he wasn't. All seemed well enough as he rounded the corner, but his eyes were soon treated to a great flash of light.
"What the Hell...?" He gasped, and then it hit him as the shockwave traveled past him: it was an energy blast. His heart dropped into his stomach, and any good feelings he had dissapated. He broke into a cold sweat as the light faded, leaving only rubble and smoking cinders. Instinctively, he began to search the area with his mind, trying to brush over any ki signatures that might be responsible. But there were none. None capable of this, at least. Disbelief soon gave way to worry as he charged towards the blast zone with reckless abandon. There might be survivors, he thought. And if there were, he'd need to help them.
As he came to the wreckage, the acrid smell of burnt debris hit his nose. Forcing his way through a gag, he coughed. Then he screamed.
"Hey, anyone here alive?"
Stupid, he thought. They might not even be able to speak. He rushed towards the debris, hoping that there was some survivor. Little thought did he give to the idea that the attacker might still be close by...
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2015 1:27:11 GMT
The blue skinned android cynically levitates back to the ground, almost tripping on his own legs, intoxicated by the large dose of ethanol he took in the past couple of hours.
– “Crap!” – He swears when he almost fall face down in the crater left by his attack. In order to make the brew master’s farm disappear, BREU jumped up, pointing his hand at his unfortunate target, as he charged his blue energy wave of doom. The explosion obliterated the humble residence, vaporizing any human being within it along with the poor old man. The aftershock of the explosion took its toll on the neighboring establishments (the farm was further into the center of the village; the brew master’s farm was relatively small compared to the others), burying whoever would be lucky enough to survive into piles of smoking debris. The clumsy drunkard looks around to contemplate the destruction he has caused. His red face cloth was still down, so we all can see this sinister grin of satisfaction that formed in his lips; he enjoyed his most recent “work of art”.
– “Deeeet shall teech dem not’cha poisen ma…*hiccup*I mean me” –The drunk android mumbles to himself. He then starts to walk away in zombie steps. He walks down the road, towards the way he came. Well, I mean… the way he thinks he came from. He was actually going further into the residential part of the little farming community. There should only be a few housings ahead of the way and all of them should be aware by now that something really bad just happened downtown. Not that BREU actually cared about it. He simply mantains his road, trying to not walk in zig-zag as he makes his way up the road as if nothing happened. Soon enough, the android would be meeting a passerby. But this one wouldn’t be like the poor victims he just left behind him…
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Aug 22, 2015 1:46:10 GMT
aisu shifted through the rubble, soot staining his hands and knees. Nothing, nothing, nothing! No survivors. Not a single one. Je fell back on to his haunches, his breathing heavy. Of course there were no survivors. Why would there be? That's what energy based attacks did to people who couldn't resist them. Ash and bones if they were lucky, nothing if they weren't. Hell, even people who could resist them often got obliterated. He clenched his jaw. No time to cry or mourn. He'd find who did this. Raisu promised that too himself. He had too. For one, justice was something that was sorely needed on Earth. Secondly, his blood demanded it. He felt a deep boiling in his veins and some urge awoke within him. He had to find this person and sort him out.
Whoever did this was strong. Strong enough to cause damage, and probably strong enough to pull it off again. But he didn't care. In fact, he welcomed it. Fate favors those who fly in the face of danger, or so he'd heard. He shot to his feet and doubled over, letting his anger build up within him. This feeling of anger that left him unable to move... He'd felt it before. It's like his brain was trying to catch up to the blood rushing in his body. He could feel his face turning red, and the muscles in his neck start to bulge. His core felt tight, and his breathing became harsh.
Calm down, said a much more civilized part of his brain. Calm? Inconceivable! But, inevitably, the more human part of him won out. The blood in his veins began to calm and his breathing began to level out. Anger would do him no favors in his search. It might be good for a fight, but when he needed to think on his feet, it would only lead to trouble. Deep breathes, in and out. His lungs complied, and soon enough the air heavy with the taste of ash filled his lungs. Holding his head, he returned to the road. He'd have to ask questions, see if there were witnesses. In fact, a man with blue skin and hair that struck Raisu as ridiculous crossed his path. The smell of alcohol was thick on him. Raisu looked at him as he made his way, with difficulty, up the road.
"Hey," he shouted after him, "Did you see what happened here?"
He began to run towards the man.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2015 2:16:21 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2015 2:18:50 GMT
BREU’s legs continue to clumsily take him to the residential area of the small rural community he just laid waste to. His path was about to cross that of a man who was more than the eyes could see. And I say that in an almost literal sense; not even BREU’s highly technological apparatus could pierce through this individual’s desire to keep his true power masked. And thus, the brewdroid continues to walk oblivious to the fact that someone was approaching him. Until one point, in the distance he sees the silhouette of what appears to be a human being. The scouter didn’t beep, so it was just another soon-to-be corpse to BREU. He had nothing to worry about. That very same evil smile from before transfigures the android’s expression as the distance between the two closes in. A few moments later when BREU gets closer to this character, he is finally able to contemplate his characteristics. It was a young man of white skin, black eyes and red hair. He had a braid – or a dreadlock – on the left side of his head. He was using simple clothes and had a jacket on to protect him from the cold air of the interior (as in small town of the interior). The man was sprinting towards the android, naturally curious about what happened downtown. He asked BREU for information.
– “H-h-h-h-ere? A shee a weerdozaskin I… me waz happenin’. Dats warai sh- *hiccup* see” – BREU slurs, trying to ironize the boy, but only managing to make a fool out of himself.
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Aug 22, 2015 2:34:35 GMT
The blue skinned man was drunk. That much was obvious. Raisu grimaced as the man spoke. What was he trying to say? He couldn't tell through the slurred words. The smell of the alcohol assaulted his senses. This was a man who liked his liquor. But could he hold it?
Despite the alcohol in the air, something else struck Raisu. There was something incredibly odd about him. Not counting the blue skin or the odd hair. No, those weren't odd in this day and age. Something else entirely was off here. And then the idea occurred to Raisu. He closed his eyes and tried to brush his mind against the man's ki. Nothing, not even the low levels found in normal. There was the possibility he was hiding his ki like Raisu could, but even then there was nothing. Raisu frowned.
"Can you speak clearly, sir? I need you to tell me what you know."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2015 3:02:15 GMT
For obvious reasons, Raisu couldn’t understand a word BREU said. All that slurring and word agglomerations were very misleading. The youngster begs for enlightenment over whatever befell the town once more.
– “You derr to sshay you... I don't speek clear? You're sobarr! I meen... I'm sobarr... You wanna know warai know? I know det dis dude comes outtof nowhere end kills ev- *hiccup* evrywan. Pretty badash fella ya know? I… you ssshud be kerful. His till ‘round’ere sumwhere” – The drunkard responds, raising his tone as his sobriety is contested by the redhaired one.
OOC: For anyone else reading this, this is not me being lazy to post... Just trying to enjoy dialogue a bit more, before we throw ourselves at each other's throats... To get out of the usual "line of speech + attack" kind of turns.
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Aug 22, 2015 14:47:06 GMT
No, Raisu decided, this man could not handle his liquor well. Though, he supposed he didn't know just how much the man had had to drink before this. For all he knew, it could be anywhere from a single can of something weak to enough to drown a fish. Though it didn't matter: the man was clearly wasted. He sighed. He'd met his fair share of drunks. People stumbling around city streets after the bars last call had ended, or sad folks on the intercity bus who were trying to drown their sorrows as they packed up and moved on. But which was this man? Raisu was personally betting on the former.
And the way he called the killer a badass and insinuated Raisu should fear that he might still be around didn't stand well with him. Though he supposed drunkards weren't the most clever or even tactful people.
"You know, I'd welcome him being around. I have a few choice words for him."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2015 16:15:17 GMT
The redheaded man seemed adamant in hs resolve. He had that “I’m going to teach this jerk a lesson” look in his face. According to him, he had a few words saved for when he met with the killer. BREU smirks.
– “Reely? Dets sssshome ballz! End what exu…exectly would you shay to’im, eh?” –
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Aug 22, 2015 16:24:51 GMT
What was this man getting at? Something in his tone set Raisu on edge. Maybe it was the alcohol in his voice. Drunks were always so hard to gauge, so hard to predict. He needed to choose his words carefully if he was going to get anything out of this man, but the rising anger in him demanded he be uncouth with the man.
"What's it to you?" He spat.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2015 16:35:58 GMT
The android’s intruding question seemed to have startled the youngster. What Raisu had to say to someone else was naturally none of a third party’s business, in an usual case. However, although the red haired fighter didn’t know yet, if he responded, he would be passing his message directly to the intended addressee. And, rather than shushing the drunk, the boy keeps the conversation, although questioning BREU’s interest in the matter, like any sane person.
– “I’mma just k-keelrious… You….*hiccup* I tell you a keeler ish on da loose end you ssshay you’ll shtick ‘round for’im. I wonder wat you would ‘ave to shay to shumeone like dat. *hiccup*” –
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Aug 22, 2015 16:46:59 GMT
The man had a fair point. Raisu's response was most unusual. Or was it? The primal surge of emotion he had felt had demanded he find the criminal. In fact, it was almost instinctual for him. He squinted at the man. Still no ki signature. That was odd. Perhaps Raisu was letting emotions cloud his mind. That could be it. What had Tsu told him? Focus was key to matters of ki. He looked at the man again, his eyes flickering over the man's face, searching for some sign of intent.
"You know, that makes me think. Why are you still here if there's a murderer around?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2015 17:06:25 GMT
What Raisu sees when scanning the drunkard’s face isn’t much different of what you would expect from a drunk. One of his eyebows is raised, keeping an eye open while the other is semi-closed. Probably the only emotion he could read in BREU was the desire for more alcohol, despite the state in which he could be found now. The man then questioned BREU’s presence in the area, given what he told Raisu himself. A natural question.
– “I… you ssshee… I’mma tough fella, you know? I ken take kerr of meself… I don’t feer no wan… no metter how meny peeple I… I meen… he keeld” – BREU says raising his clenched fist up in the air, turning around as he speaks like if he was challenging an invisible foe somewhere around them. He almost falls off balance as he does it. His little sleep in the last part of his sentence should pass unnoticed. After All he’s been misspeaking pronouns for the entire conversation anyway.
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