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Post by Polar on Aug 29, 2015 9:23:24 GMT
Polar stood atop the highest depths of Gizard Wasteland. on the edge of the cliff. For miles, he could see a large stretch of rocky pillar structures. It was almost like Kanassa, Polar mused, only the rocks held a distinct copper color, rather than the former's graphite shade.
Then again, Kanassa was always quite dull.
It was said that over a thousand years ago, a long forgotten battle occurred. At least that's what he heard the locals murmur. It would surely make sense. This land was made to be a battlefield.
He looked down, noting how dangerously close he was to the edge. Small pebbles chipped off from the cliff, into the great abyss below. It didn't seem to bother him, however.
Why should it? He could fly, after all.
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130 words
Thread PL: 7,294
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Xanthon
Rising Soul
PL: 7,870; Great Namek(x4): 31,480; Items: One-Use Spacepod; Zeni: 4,231
Tag: @xanthon
Posts: 79
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Post by Xanthon on Aug 29, 2015 22:40:36 GMT
Silence. Peacefulness. Serene. These were the words to describe the surroundings the namekian known as Xanthon meditated and hovered in. The bottom of the giant chasm provided a great spot for the easily angered Xanthon to try and continue his meditation exercise without any interruptions. This planet was filled with them, be it from the humans that called this place home or the many wild beasts that managed to find themselves out and about and in the way. But no...this spot that Xanthon had recently discovered had been, so far, perfect.
He often wondered why his former clan leader would send him to a place like this in order to ‘calm’ himself with meditation when it had so many distractions. But now…Xanthon wondered if trying to find the perfect spot was all a part of the training and reasoning as well...Maybe when he finally found that perfect spot his meditation would finally begin to calm the savage beast wi- several pebbles landed on the bald namekians head with considerable force, breaking him from his concentrated meditation. What the… He opened his eyes, but of course this was just a involuntary reaction being the namekian was surrounded by total darkness and eyesight was next to useless.
Xanthon would feel around for the pebbles that had landed against his head and upon finding them with his hand, he would reach out with his telekinetic powers and grab hold of the pebbles before forcefully shooting them upwards at incredible speed. It wouldn’t take them long to reach the top of the gorge and fly high into the sky before landing back on the cliff from whence they had came after the telekinesis was released by Xanthon. The green namekian would then resume his meditation training, hoping that whatever caused the pebbles of rock to collapse would not happen again.
[KP:2/3, Used SU telekinesis]
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Post by Polar on Aug 30, 2015 4:22:20 GMT
"Hmm?"
Something tapped his foot. Looking down, Polar noticed a few pebbles had, almost as if on their own, thrown themselves back up and landed at his toes. It was a truly odd occurrence. For a moment, he didn't seem to mind it. Yet it puzzled him. This planet was unpredictable, as he had come to learn.
Bending over, he picked up three stones, twirling them in his palm and betwixt his fingers. Polar then dropped these stone in the groundless surface below, hoping to provoke a response.
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88 words
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Xanthon
Rising Soul
PL: 7,870; Great Namek(x4): 31,480; Items: One-Use Spacepod; Zeni: 4,231
Tag: @xanthon
Posts: 79
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Post by Xanthon on Aug 30, 2015 5:50:27 GMT
Only a few moments had passed and thus a few more moments of peaceful bliss since the pebbles at landed on Xanthon’s head. This time however, the pebbles had grown much larger. The three stones collided with the namekians head, the namekian grunting out in pain and displeasure. “ARGGH What the...is the damn sky falling? I hate this planet!” Removing himself from his meditative pose, he stood up straight before looking up and taking flight, a light purple aura flapping around him as he did so.
It wouldn’t take the namekian long before he zoomed out of the dark chasm and into the open sky. He would cease his flight as his purple aura faded away and as he floated in the air with his arms crossed. he looked around. It didn’t take him long to spot what he thought might have been the problem. A blue and white individual, definitely not human, as two horns protruded out of the side of his head and a long dark blue, white tipped tail hung being this being. He had never seen such a being before but he didn’t care. Whatever it was had interrupted his meditative exercise and he was none to please. Lowering himself a little more to get within talking range, the namekian would speak as he still hovered in the air about 15 feet from the blue alien.
“You there. What’s the purpose of you constantly tossing in objects into an empty chasm? Were you seeking some sort of reaction? Because I am NONE to pleased with your actions as it’s VERY difficult to maintain a peaceful mind on this wretched planet. Why are you out here in the first place? Are you lost? Can I easily point you to the nearest village so you can leave me at peace?” The namekian would finish with his rather rude questioning and await a reply from the creature before him. Hoping that whatever it was would be well on their way to leaving so Xanthon could attempt yet another meditation session.
[KP:3/3 Also before I forget again... Thread PL:7,870]
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Post by Polar on Aug 30, 2015 20:22:27 GMT
From the depths, a green, slug-like creature arose. He was wearing a red vest that neglected to cover his bare chest and arms. and white pants, with a blue sash holding those pants up. A purple cape draped around his shoulders and his upper arms.
Polar kept his arm crossed impassively, and glanced up at the towering giant, whose very height blocked out the sun. He didn't seem very happy, as he scowled and spit out anger-filled words. Evidently, he did not want Polar here.
"You know," Polar began, "I expected Earthlings to be more hospitable. You don't look like any Earthling I have ever seen."
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106 words
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Xanthon
Rising Soul
PL: 7,870; Great Namek(x4): 31,480; Items: One-Use Spacepod; Zeni: 4,231
Tag: @xanthon
Posts: 79
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Post by Xanthon on Aug 31, 2015 8:25:57 GMT
"You know I expected Earthlings to be more hospitable. You don't look like any Earthling I have ever seen." The namekian heard the blue and white alien speak. The namekian grunted to himself before retorting back. “That’s because I‘m not an earthling you fool. How long have you been on this planet? Have you seen many green earthlings walking around? No. Earthlings should be easily distinguishable by their weepy skin and mostly frail bodies. No I am not OF this planet, I am a namekian born and raised on New Namek (on the playgrounds where I spent most of my days lol –shot-) I was forced to this dejected planet for reasons… and quite unfortunately my supposed short stay became a more permanent one when my damn planet was blown to hell. And...judging by the looks of you, you’re not a earthling either. So what exactly are you?”
Xanthon would finish his rather long-winded words, both furious at still being interrupted as well as the thought about his planet still being gone. Just thinking about the two got his blood boiling, so much so that a fight would do him well right now. Depending on what the unfamiliar alien responded with, Xanthon would inquiry about its fighting prowess or at the very most, just flat out attack it out of frustration.
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Post by Polar on Sept 5, 2015 2:41:15 GMT
Polar raised a brow. The Namekian was quite the vocal one, he came to realize, and impatient. The alien trailed on, losing Polar until he spoke of his own planet being destroyed. Interesting.
Stroking his chin, he pondered on the curious creature.
"I'm of the Planet Arcose, which was wiped out, much like yours."
Perhaps this relation may calm the alien. He seemed to be itching for a fight, and, while Polar was able to accommodate, the sacking of Kanassa had left him weary of war.
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Post by Polar on Sept 8, 2015 22:19:32 GMT
There seemed to be no response for the angry Namekian, who seemed ready to the point of fighting. Polar merely sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, annoyed. As said, he had very little desire to fight to green man. There was a silence. It seemed that the two, at odds, would either fight or one would submit. Polar turned out to be the one, not out of passiveness, but merely out of boredom. Picking fights was not on the list of his priorities today.
Crossing his arms, his feet slowly drifted off the ground, and he gave the Namek a final glare of annoyance, before bolting off into the sunset.
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*Thread Exit* Ended on the mutual decision of both players 522 words in total Zeni please
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Xanthon
Rising Soul
PL: 7,870; Great Namek(x4): 31,480; Items: One-Use Spacepod; Zeni: 4,231
Tag: @xanthon
Posts: 79
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Post by Xanthon on Sept 10, 2015 5:01:41 GMT
(OOC:Yes, I would like Zeni as well)
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Bing Gan
Administrator
PL: 374,871
Enlightenment (x16P), S. Ascension (x23)
Zeni: 13,528
Tag: @bingg
OOC Name: Bing/Biggums/TruetoCaesar
Posts: 3,722
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Post by Bing Gan on Sept 15, 2015 6:26:58 GMT
Polar, your Word Count is 522 and your Zeni Gains are: 438!
Current Zeni Total: 0 > New Zeni Total: 438!
Xanthon, your Word Count is 872 and your Zeni Gains are: 805!
Current Zeni Total: 3,426 > New Zeni Total: 4,231!
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