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Post by Sir Figgles on Aug 26, 2015 21:55:07 GMT
What happened? Where am I? Did anyone get the number on that flying brick wall? That last question made no sense. The dry mouthed Figgles shot to his feet, and nearly fell back over from the sudden movement. Woo, why was he so weak? He needed water, he must have gone hours without it. Annnnd he had no clue where his pack was. Great. He remembers the trippy green flames that floated above his hands and then a flame that flew toward him and went kaboom.
The sand mightve buried it by now. He furiously kicked at the sand, in an attempt to unearth his back. But that only multiplied his condition. Vision blurred. "You cannot hide from me! I am stronger than two radishes!"
No sense made. But he careed not. He continued to kick about at the sand.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2015 9:42:05 GMT
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Green had been wondering in the desert wearing his turtle Gi today. A back pack as well on his back as his little clawed toes cut into the ground as he walked leaving that chicken scratch like set of foot prints behind him in a trail. He had various snacks candies water and of course mustard in his back for the long trip. Saibamen you see could more easily adapt and live in even the most barren of environments. Green merely saw a pretty sun in the sky a beautiful sky and pretty sand... Even if it did burn his feet now and again. Also those damn sting sting scorpions... One had stung his foot a hour or so prior but he showed he it! He ate it thats how! Silly scorpions Green was a giant three foot tall warrior hero! Now Scorpion was in his tummy! Thats what you do to evil! You eat the evil people!... Or wait... Was that waht you do? Something like that? What was he thinking about...?
Thats about the time he heard the strange wriggling and yelling of someone not far off quickly setting off on his little feet in a run and dash to check out what was up with a curious expression on his little green face. Red eyes eyeing the sight curiously as he approached quickly but cautiously. It could have been a sand whale! Much like the land whale! Not like he made either of those up... He'd reach in his bag and the dusty dry looking fellow wriggling around on the ground and looked a little submerged as well in the sandy dirt. Clearly he was NOT having a good day. As well as he mentioned radishes! Green didn't like those... Poor guy must have eaten some and thats why he was going crazy now. Green threw tantrums too sometimes when he only found nasty foods and no candy. Those were dark times... But he'd wriggle a hand in his bag over his shoulder as the hand reached into his back pack opening over his shoulder first feeling a water bottle... No he wouldn't want that. Water didn't have sweet taste and green figured he'd be nice to his strange freaking out friend when he finally grabbed and felt the mustard.
Plucking out the bottle he'd reach down as if offering to the man a big smile on his green face as the three foot two saibamen in a the turtle school dogi grinned. "Kikiki Its hot! Want drink! Why you play in dirt? Dirt is hot! Drink! No radishes though... Ew. Nasty Radishes!" He'd say wondering more why he was playing down there. Green already didn't like it out here cause it was too hot. Sometimes even the ground burned his little clawed toes and that was just not fun in the least.
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Post by Sir Figgles on Aug 30, 2015 10:25:59 GMT
Of course, imaging how he must appear on the off chance a stranger does cross his path never comes to mind. A lot of things haven't. Like the legend of the mirgrating cacti rarely seen in this land. They must be rare, he's never once heard of them! That freaking rare. Why IS he thinking of possibly fictional cacti anyway? Oh there is something green, and moving. WHAT!? It's moving right towards him. Though he is normally facinated by exotic life, he had one thing on his mind. Cacti have water inside them. Precious, liquid life he oft takes for granted. Not this day. As soon as that plant gets close, a forceful finger poke oughta get him past those needles and through its juicy innards.
As it got close, he realizes the flaw in his plan. It isn't a cactus at all. It's a bipedal...thing. And it TALKS. Cacti don't have vocal cords. Sure, mobile cacti might be plausible, but talking cacti, not a chance. It doesn't seem hostile, which is good. That means it doesn't know the he thought about poking a hole in it's head mere seconds ago. Don't finger the green thing! That would be a terrible first impression. He tries to compose himself infront of the stranger. He IS the world's leading action hero, after all. Also, its offering him a bottle.
"HE'S GREEEN!"
Violent facepalm. Several second delay before he finally scrapes together his resolve. He reaches for the bottle.
"Sorry. But yes! Drink, hot as heck. Lost mine. "
Why is he talking like that? He lifts the bottle to his lips in hopes that some hydration may cause him to carry on in a more civalized manner. Nothing. It feels full, but why nothing? Oh yes, take the cap off. He does so and tries once again. Liquid revitilization does not meet his tongue. Something thick, paste like, and bearing a strong sour flavor. Mustard. He just chugged mustard.
His face puckers. What little moisture the condiment offers, does not replace the need for water.
"Why is it mustard!?"
He yelled outloud. Mostly at the sky.
"Got rid of radish taste..."
He adds. Did he even eat a radish?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2015 18:29:16 GMT
Green tilted his head curiously scratching his head looking down at the crazy man. Was he playing in the sand out here? Strange normally only bones snakes and mean scorpions liked being out here. He seemed to find the mustard in odd tastes as well. The face he made was not one smiles but kinda like he didn't like it. Of course green knew this was impossible to not lvoe the delicious golden juice of the gods. Green would reach out and pat the boy on the head a couple times snickering to himself lightly
"Cause mustard? Always mustard... Be weird if it wasn't mustard! KEK! Alone out here? You are not bones? Why here?"
He'd say scratching his but armor like bio armor while eyeing the man with his red eyes. Head tilting from one side then to the other. Often as if it was on a pivot of curiosity. But for now he'd just look on curiously. Poking him again with his little clawed foot as well as if to assure he wasn't about to croak and die. "Nasty Radishes."
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Post by Sir Figgles on Sept 1, 2015 5:06:55 GMT
Cactus man is making some sense. Of course, if Sir Figgles was a walking, talking, cactus he'd have some gems of wisdom as well. Mustard in all its forms are great, but not when your mouth is dry. He attempts getting up again only to find himself planted on his arse from a sudden head rush.
"Woo." He groans from the feeling.
He at least learns this stranger is not an illusion whilst being pat on the head. Water. Wow, he is getting pretty single minded about this whole water thing. So much so that the question from the plant dude take a while to sink in. He snaps his head once it finally dawns on him.
"Oh, like I do movies. I gotta meet a turtle student and learn some turtle moves so I can do the next one" He fumbles around to show his script. It's in his pack. The one he lost. Has this thing even seen a movie?
"But like, I got lost, made a cool green fire in my hands, and a bigger red fire went KABOOM. After that, I can't find my water. And like I have no clue what direction I'm going, little green man"
In his normal state of mind, he would slap himself for talking like that. But that requires too much energy.
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Post by Defrosch on Sept 3, 2015 11:41:23 GMT
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Ah yes, another wonderful day for some training! Today, Defroch would go out for some speed training, to hone and keep his afterimage technique in top form. As an example; to start off, flying is not allowed in this course of training, Defrosch would simply platform-jump his way out from the canyons his shelter was in after securing his belongings as he usually does.
Defrosch would then run straight into the desert, periodically speeding up- causing the typical afterimage effect between leaping clean over boulders and sand dunes. He was rather strict in his methods, and would only rest after he had become truly tired, not after a preordained amount of time, not when he was only slightly out of breath. He would only stop when he was nearly on the verge of collapse. No pain no gain, no excuses. You don't get stronger by second guessing yourself!
"Phew, that was a good one..." He thought to himself before taking a seat on a nearby rock, observing exactly how far he had gone. He couldn't see the canyons from here, which meant he had gone pretty far so that was a good sign. Although at the same time, he couldn't see the edge of the desert in the direction he was previously heading. "Still have some work to do though..." Defrosch sighed. Eventually, he felt some ki signatures. One higher in power than his at current, and one lower. They were just east of his current position. What were they doing here? They were certainly stronger than the average earthling, so they could surely take care of themselves in this environment. It wouldn't hurt to just check to see who or what it was, this desert was where he made his home after all.
Defrosch casually made his way in the general direction of the two, before he could actually see them. A and some small green thing? It was moving, so it cant be a cactus. This was interesting enough to warrant going a bit closer...
Upon doing so, Defrosch would notice that the green one was in fact not a cactus, but a Saibaman! Why was it wearing a martial arts uniform? Actually, nevermind that, many Saibamen don't last long enough to become as strong as this one has... Certainly not the ones his father used at least. Has Sleete finally started to search for Defrosch? Either way, Defrosch would approach with caution, just in case this Saibaman was truly one of his father's minions. "Hey. Having fun there?" He looked over to the human wearing what seemed to be a martial artist getup that Defrosch hadn't seen before. "Training in the desert eh?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2015 19:58:38 GMT
The man seemed to be regaining some of his senses out of his cookie crazy state. That was good and green seemed to offer warm smiles and considering answering his words but before long another was upon them! This one truly a strange spectacle. Green pointing and let out a cackle as if trying to get his friend to see. Which it was kinda hard to miss but a saibamen isn't always the most the clever to pick up on these things.
His lip woul quiver as this was punishment! It had to be for eating the scorpion earlier that day!!! He'd look towards ed and say "You... You are... Lizard king! Scorpion man!!!" Given he'd never seen a arcosian before what else could he be. CLEARLY some king of lizards. Come forth to take green away for daring to eat his royal scorpian adviser mr. stingy pants! YES that was a perfect name if his suspicions were correct.
(Low muse xD sorry tiny post)
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Post by Sir Figgles on Sept 4, 2015 3:10:39 GMT
First, walking talking cactus man. Now a lizard ninja...thing. Sir Figgles slowly pinched himself to he if he was hallucinating. He had seen neither of these types of beings before, yet here they are holding conversation like it was the most normal thing in the world. Well, that was until the green being went up and accused the new comer of being the...lizard king scorpion man? Well, that was a development he probably shouldn't be in the middle of. He has no place in desert politics. Is there even a such thing as desert politics? This is why he has no place in it!
His glance darted between cactus man and Lizard king, waiting for the awkward moment to pass before. Responding.
"You can say that. Kinda got caught in a big boom, man...er Lizard man. Now I don't know where my pack is or which way to go."
He chuckled softly at his own predicament. Green flames projecting from his body, cactus men, Lizard Ninja Kings. Earth is certianly an odd place. He's beginning to feel his old mentor purposly left out a lot of details now.
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Post by Defrosch on Sept 4, 2015 6:23:36 GMT
[OOC: Defrosch isn't Ed, Ed is me :P]
Huh? This Saibaman was... Helping the human? Thats.. New. Defrosch squints. This is one weird situation. Made even weirder when the Saibaman looked over and spoke to him, looking terrified. Lizard king? Scorpion man? "Um.. No, I.. I'm not a scorpion king." Okay, maybe this Saibaman wasn't one of his father's minions and just lucked out thus living longer than normal... Defrosch still found this odd. Don't Saibamen follow orders until death? Was this Saibaman ordered to protect life or... given orders at all? Questions for later. "I'm not sure if there even is a scorpion king.."
Desert politics. Strange stuff.
"Big boom..?" Defrosch tilted his head. "I didn't hear anything exploding recently... I think." Considering the state of Earth at this moment, its likely easy to mistake one sound as something else. For instance the rumbling of an earthquake could either be a regular earthquake, or someone blasting a mountain open like an egg.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2015 22:34:34 GMT
Green gulped looking at the lizard king! He denied who he was and obviously his regal powers and prowess would have him know of all big booms! This was clearly bad! Bad to the max! Green paused for a moment staring him down. Then looking to the tired companion. Then back to the lizard man. An decided it was time! Courage and to be the hero that he was needed to be! So with a might heave and a Ho he'd arch his arm back and throw the mustard bottle at the warrior after launching a little ki blast at it to hopefully cover and blind the king in distraction from a mustardy doom. As he'd leap to his foot and jet across the desert plains so quickly you'd likely only see a dust trail and a little green dot slowly vanishing in the distance. "City this way! follow meeeeeee!" Calling out to the warrior. Hoping he could at least guide him as well before the king of scorpions gave him the sting!
-Green would always remember this one as the scorpion master King mega power! Green was to clever for the man to hide and trick him to believe otherwise.
[Thread attempted Exit Pl Please Kinda lost muse sorry for the premature exit. Topic was fun through.]
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Post by Sir Figgles on Sept 5, 2015 11:39:38 GMT
Sir Figgles figured he should introduce himself to the two strange beings. He got distracted by the green one's tense look."Ya ok there,du-" He blinked rapidly at the sight of the lobbed mustard bottle and the possible mustard explosion. Eye twitch. He sat frozen in confusion. Did he miss something? It seemed like he missed some insult from the lizard man,some obscene gesture to set mr. Cactus off. He shook his head. The lizard ninja seemed completely cordial towards them. It had to be an ancient rivalry between the two clans. Desert politics. If he did not know about something in the desert. Assume desert politics. His mouth, of course did not assume desert politics.
Besides the random action, another thing entered his mind. After he threw the mustard, something else flew behind it. It seemed similar to the green fire he made in his hands the night before. But it was concentrated, weaponized. Did the green man have some type of blaster up his sleeve? It didn't look like a shot from any blaster he'd ever seen. Was it some type of illusion? Did his hand move so fast that it looked like a fireball?So many questions.
"What the hfil is going on!?"
He shouted, just belting his confusion of this whole day in general. HE sighed with relief. That was cathartic. But seeing the green man book it toward the city didn't relieve any of the confusion. At least he learned the city was in that direction. He looked toward the lizard Ninja man. He really had no quarrel with him. And he wanted to play neutral party to this supposed rivalry.
"So....uh. I guess I should head to that city now"
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Post by Defrosch on Sept 5, 2015 12:08:18 GMT
Defrosch arched an eyebrow at the strange Saibaman. "Are you.. Okay?" Words he thought he wouldn't have to say ever, even less so to a Saibaman of all things. But because of that, Defrosch was actually fairly interested in how this Saibaman worked...
That thought-train would abruptly de-railed by a mustard-related incident in the form of said Saibaman ki blasting a bottle of mustard before it absconded off into the distance.
"Wha-"
SPLARPT
The Arcosian shielded his eyes at the last possible moment. Unfortunately... That action did nothing to stop the mess. "Awh, come on now... What a waste of mustard.." Defrosch shook his head and wiped some of the mustard off his shiny dome. "Coulda used that in a sandwich." The Arcosian mumbles to himself before looking over at the human. "Yeah, you'll get to a city if you go that way." He shrugged his shoulders. Whatever this human did wasn't his business unless his peace was threatened. "I wonder if there is a scorpion king around here... Might be good for training.."
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Post by Sir Figgles on Sept 6, 2015 5:06:16 GMT
The cricket student was slow to move. Not sure if he should actually follow the little green guy. He looked to the direction of the city, and back to the lizard. The question burned in him, it seemed to never be brought up by the martial artist he met. Every marital arts book he read had nothing about it, though the library was sparse. Of course, the mustard stained desert dweller seemed not shocked by the technique at all. More about the mustard, which was understandable.
"Question, though. What was that strange orb that followed the mustard? The thing that made it explode. I haven't ever seen that before."
He figured asking was that best way to gain knowledge at this point. He wanted to know what it was and if he could do it himself. That'll show ol' Anju pa something. Tell him he can't explore martial arts on his own? Ha!
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Post by Defrosch on Sept 6, 2015 6:37:46 GMT
Defrosch put a hand on his hips as he watched the Saibaman run away. He'd have to clean off this mustard later then. That was definitely someone to look out for, that Saibaman. He saw the symbol on that gi it was wearing somewhere before, but he can't quite remember where... It wasn't in West Capitol, that much is certain.
"Hmm?" Defrosch looked over to the human. What an odd question, thankfully it had an easy answer. "That was his ki. Well- formed into a small ball of energy."
"Sometimes it looks more unique depending on who is making it." Defrosch himself held out his other hand, forming a basic orb of ki as well. His looked different though, it was somewhat transparent and had some sort of sheen about it. Kind of like a bubble. "See, this is what mine looks like."
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Post by Tomo on Sept 6, 2015 7:53:28 GMT
When one is confined, “Freedom” changes from a nebulous ideal to something fixed and tangible- a goal to reach toward. “Freedom”, despite its tangibility in such a case, remains a state impossible to achieve, as one can never truly be free of the shackles they place upon themselves. Such was the case of Bio-Android Designation: TOMO. She had been released into the world with only the vaguest of commands- to protect humans where possible, and to report back upon being ordered to do so. At the time that she had been released, the girl was ecstatic. The world was wide- it was vast- it was amazing! She swore to plunge herself headlong into the places and experiences that she had only garnered previously as data-memories-- they were words in a file and pictures taken by other people. Stolen memories. Though useful, over-utilization of that particular feature of her design often was punctuated with a loud scoff; Tomo was a creature of action and lusted for experience.
Well, here you are! HOLO’s voice echoed sarcastically within her mind as Tomo soared high above the barren wastes of the Fortuneteller’s Desert. Though the girl and her arsenal of armor and billowing cloth shot through clouds and open skies with incredible speed, she did so in a relaxed position-- her back was pointed to the ground, and her hands were laced casually behind her head. She gazed to the heavens beyond the clouds with an expression that described nothing other than absolute boredom.
“Fine. You were right-- the desert is big and empty, and I don’t like it,” she replied aloud to the modulated boy’s voice within her thoughts. Sure enough, the robotic voice had suggested to her that she take her travels only along the edge of the desert, pointing out that its total landmass was incredible and that she would be stuck travelling through it for a considerable amount of time with very little alteration in the scenery below. She had thought at the time that he was merely expressing some twisted form of an opinion and was attempting to steer her away from excitement and adventure. Evidently, she thought incorrectly.
Rather abruptly, Tomo was torn from the brief conversation with her inner voice by the sharp mental sensation of a nearby gathering of considerable ki. She stopped immediately within the air and looked across the vast expanse of sand and rock below, scanning for where the source of powers may have been. I was wondering how long it would take you to notice, HOLO spoke in his usual, lecturing, tone.
“The smallest power there is a human-- to be expected. Otherwise… Arcosian, and some… Massive power that I’ve never encountered before. What do you think is going on?”
I’m not sure. But, if history serves, that human is probably in danger, and… HOLO’s voice was suddenly interrupted by Tomo sarcastically injecting: “... It’s my mission to protect humans, yeah, yeah. I know the drill.” She shook her head slowly from side to side, then resumed flying with an amended trajectory, now angled to interfere with whatever nefarious meeting the power sources were having.
As Tomo neared the meeting place, she felt the largest power of the three depart at an incredible speed- that was fortunate for her, as its relative size seemed to be far too great for her to realistically be able to fend off. She may have been able to hold it back long enough for the human to escape, but doing so would likely cost her a considerable amount of damage, if not her life. Though it was her mission to protect the humans, often feeble as they were, she had little desire to sacrifice her life in the line of duty.
Within moments, she was in sight of the two beings- close enough to see the Arcosian brandishing a ball of ki. I might be too late! She scolded herself internally and kicked her speed into its highest ranges, pulling HOLO free from his scabbard as she did so. With her power surging about her in an attempt to catch the Acrosian’s attention before he could squish the unfortunate human that stood before him, Tomo twisted her position mid-air to prepare for a landing. And land, she did-- the girl connected with the sand between the human and his Acrosian counterpart in full force, sending a cloud of dust and sand particulate scattering in every direction. Her aura blazed fiercely as she adopted a battle-ready stance with HOLO lifted and ready to strike.
“Am I intruding? It looks like I’m intruding. That’s really unfortunate… But I’m going to need you to step off, ‘nubs,” her voice was filled with confidence as she spoke; her eyes flicked to the small horns atop the Acrosian’s head, suggesting that she had nicknamed him according to their relative size.
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