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Post by Ninjin Nedrag on Oct 3, 2015 3:54:45 GMT
Ninjin sat upon the shores of the island that she had called home for the longest time before her and Toma had setup their abode on another of the islands far off in the Southern Seas away from other people. The large rock that she sat upon was a familiar thing to several of her former students and a few bystanders. Most notable where the several senior members of the Turtle School that approached her. It took them a few minutes to recognize the figure upon the stone. A soft smile crept across her face as she waved the pair of them off. It was not unusual for one to forget so easily when time was concerned. Time healed woudns but also stagnated the brain and left it dumb at times.
Bringing her hands up over her head she let the medium weighted gear she had weigh her entire body back onto the large stone. Looking up at the sky she wondered what had all occurred and what insanity had befalled the world while she had been on her exile. The city she had stopped in had told her of the Saiyan Invasion which for the most part seemed over which was a welcome thing. There where reports of sporadic attacks upon BBA and Global =Military transports and against smaller towns but nothing against the larger cities. So for that she was thankful but the other troubling news she had heard from Mimikku was Vi-poi going insane.
Corrupted by a virus Mimikku had told her was the reason that her benevolent friend snapped and decided to wipe an entire planet off the face fo the galaxy. New Namek was gone, a large chunk of North City was decimated in that fight long before the Saiyans appeared. So this was unnerving her yet the news that filtered from Arcose was the worst of it all. From what she could gather from a few Brenchian Refugee's that the saiyans had done something to Planet Arcose. Just what she was unable to discern but she had a feeling that it would not and could not be good. As they describe the planet looking like a meteor than anything else. Swinging her legs aroudn she let out a large sigh and punched the stone beside her. "Damnit. I was only gone for seven months and all hell breaks loose upon the galaxy. I start the family I want and now I have to leave them behind to try and train once more... Worse yet I cannot seem to hold the form of Super Saiyan anymore. I have the memories within me to trigger it and yet it falters... This is so depressing..."
She bellowed out at herself as she slammed another fist into the rock.
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Post by Arlic Valliere on Oct 4, 2015 23:30:18 GMT
"Ye know, I don't think that rock did anything to ya." A gruff voice commented; followed by the sound of boots landing on soft dirt. Keeping his hands up to show he wasn't meanin' no harm; since he knew during any sort of war people were liable to get jumpy, the old soldier flashed an easy grin to put the apparently grumpy human took a swing at him.
"Just passin' by lass. Had to swing 'round and take out some Saibyaman squad before they got close to me hometown; nothin' too dangerous for an old salt like me. But ye best not be drawin' so much attention. Not all the Saiyans 'round here be helpful." At that; the grizzled warrior's furry tail unwound from his waist; plucking a cigar from his duster and setting it in his mouth. Hand raised, and the glow of ki lit the tabac. There was silence except for the smouldering of leaf a he puffed; getting it to glow a dull cherry red before exhaling the smoke.
"Captain Valliere; formerly of the Saiyan Empire but more of a....Sheriff, I suppose. From the North. Got us a nice lil town. Why I'm down here fightin' ye know." He kept talking, at least to keep the odd girl calm and from punching any other minerals.
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Post by Ninjin Nedrag on Oct 5, 2015 16:09:45 GMT
“Yea it may not but hitting this old hunk of Earth has helped me ease my mind for a while now.” Speaking up as she had a slight smile on her face. Sitting up she glanced over toward the source of the voice and ki that landed nearby her. Her eyes drifting over the man who stood there. Taking in his full appearance was most certainly one of Earth’s residents by the appearance of his duster and hat. Seeing his hands raised however made her smile and chuckle audibly. Swinging her legs around she moved and dropped off the rock to land before the man.
“Some saiba’s eh? Thought we got most of them already. Guessed we missed some of the annoying buggers. So thank you for clearing them. And that is most certainly the truth. I can name only a few saiyans I could trust on one hand and one doesn’t count as he is my husband.” Speaking up as she brought a hand up to her red hair rubbing the side of her head lightly. Looking at him she saw his tail uncurl from around his waist and she smiled at him. Knowing that this was most certainly a saiyan due to the tail that encircled his waist. The cigar from his duster made her smirk especially as he lit it using ki. It was a trick that she had seen once or twice over the years. Nodding her head toward him she smiled widely at him.
“Ninjin Nedrag. Formerly grandmaster of the Turtle Martial Arts School. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance Captain.” Ninjin smiled at him as she bowed in greeting. Her long reddish brown hair falling about her face as she bowed toward the man. Lifting a hand once more to push some of the hair out of her face and back over her ear.
“You said you came from the North you say? Well the Southern Isles are quite the distance. Not that I am questioning why you’re here just unusual is all.” She shrugged her shoulders as she let out a slight sigh. It was obvious that she was a little perturbed about herself that she had most certainly been caught in an embarrassing moment.
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Post by Arlic Valliere on Oct 5, 2015 17:16:45 GMT
"Ah. I met a few of yer young'uns back in the Capital." The ex-raider crossed his palms together, bowing at the waist lowly in acknowledgement of another fighter as well as to return her own traditional greeting. A grin spread his scarred face, even after half a decade Earth tradition was so....fun. Enough to show respect, but no submission; which one could expect from any Saiyan. Now that there was no thread of being punched like the rock had, the towering soldier walked forward;tail letting his cigar droop to exhale a cloud of gray smoke. "I'm from Lucia, little mountain town in the hills. Mine a lot, and the South Cap' gots all the best smelters. Pay the best price for the ore." The veteran set an easy hand on his new friend, flashing an assuring grin down at her.
"All been there Miss Nedrag; bit o' anger happens ta the best o' us; no reason to get flustered or blustered aye?" his hand popped up to tap her chin playfully as he took a seat on a rock that had survived her attacks so far. "Don't matter, rain or shine, peace or war, gotta make sure me lil town keeps the zeni flowin'. Hence why I be the Captain, Sheriff, and odd jobber for ye. Ain't much, but we all do what we can eh? Pretty strong fer a human yerself lass. Might even give me and me ol' bones a run for our money. Granted, got some experience on ye." The jovial man winked; before swaying a hand to get the worst of the smoke from going towards the lass. He tried to be polite when he smoked; didn't want someone getting a coughing fit from his own bad habits.
"Turtle School....." he stroked his beard in thought for a moment, before dark eyes shone with recognition. "Ah! Orange Gi, has that crazy power move. The...whatchyamcall it, Kami-something. Wouldn't mind having that up me sleeve, no doubt about that lemme tell you-" He was liable to ramble on for awhile if she let him.
She really, really didn't want to let him. The Captain had been struck in the head more then a few times in his life of warzones, made him a bit forgetful now and then.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2015 23:37:54 GMT
Being back on Earth never felt like such a relief before having spent so many weeks in the solar system rather than on the planet itself. Her return wasn’t marked as a very positive occasion, however, when she abandoned the crew of that Captain and went off in search of a place to grieve. However, who did she find but the power level of a familiar man she felt like she could find solace in.
But it was not to be… He had his own demons and she, worn out as she was, just did not have the patience, care or tolerance for him. It wasn’t good for her and more importantly it was not good for him! So she abandoned the man named Snippar, her supposed ‘mate-by-accident’. After she made the threat on his life if he did not leave, she begrudgingly accepted his provided assistance in the form of a medical kit before choosing a direction to wander. Time was needed to heal, or at the very least help her to think more clearly. She would train every moment that she would push herself, that girl’s face would flash in her mind and throw off the entire session – ending with the saiyaness regretting what had happened once more.
It was a cycle she was desperate to destroy.
”I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for weeks! Where the hell have you been?!”
“None of your business, Denizen,” She grumbled in the scouter, her hand grazing over the button as she cycled through the channels. So far, she’d found out some… disturbing information. “I’m on vacation so do me a favor and fuck off for now.” Her tone left no room for argument, yet as expected of Denizen – he had to have the last word…
“The HELL did you say to me?! Get your ass back here so I can give you a proper tongue lashing! And where the hell is that ship I made for you?! I’ve heard some nasty rumors that you-!”
Beep.
And I’ve officially had enough of you, Zerori thought with a growl. Currently, she was pushing herself to rush into as many ‘Wind Steps’ as possible towards the colder southern hemisphere. Disappearing was the name of the game. However, she could tell that she was getting tired by the way her calves and lungs were starting to burn. Need to rest! She realized before taking only a couple more steps and choosing the closest island to land.
Her body appeared from the whirlwind of sand, barely holding up her own weight from the lack of oxygen in her muscles. With a small stagger, she stepped towards the inland and looked up from where she landed. She expected to see a lot of trees and rocks, having not kept a good eye on how large the island was – however she saw much more (or rather less) than expected. It was an island, alright except that it wasn't as large as the ones she was familiar with and she was nearly exhausted in front of two of the islands seeming inhabitants.
Unsure of what to really say, Zerori just gave a fake and fanged smile, “Yo. Please to meet ya,” It was hardly a warm greeting with how staggered she looked but she hoped it was would notice that she at least gave a damn to try, “So, uh… who owns the place?” Her gaze focused on a woman with red hair, sparing only a glance at the duster-clad man before she nearly forgot, “Oh! Uh,” She took a few steps forward, presenting her hands to both of them to shake, “Zerori’s the name.”
Hopefully the scars on her face wouldn’t scare them off…
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Post by Arlic Valliere on Oct 6, 2015 0:08:36 GMT
//Friendliest Saiyan-Demon ten times my power level ever. 12/10 will be best friends with.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2015 0:13:54 GMT
[Thread PL 202,989] That blasted ship was now in his past as he struck out and had headed off trying to put some distance between him and the strange squad of saiyans. Wishing to leave them in his past until he could one day perhaps visit a special treat upon that smug young warrior one day. Until then he was still tired even healed as he was. He needed to settle for a time and let himself gain a bit more energy as he wasn't gonna just sit on that ship any longer then he had to given sooner or later he or that warrior would have came to blows again. He had to bide his time until he was ready for that next time.
The island he'd land on his energy flared but likely to anyone that could sense him would give off a lightly weakened perhaps tired sensation. Jarvis heading towards the nearest island before he was ready to head inland and likely back to west before to long. But for now he needed a place to rest. One power in particular being what drew him there. The boy landing not far from Zerori as boots hit upon the sands kicking up a bit like dust within the air. The blue haired warrior wearing only the saiyan body suit pants and saiyan boots. His upper body still bare and he didn't have any supplies since parting with the warrior prior. He did however while looking unharmed and in good health but for his tired eyes and paler then usually skin. Blue hair settled besides the occasional gust brushing at his locks of hair. He saw the woman he knew someone he'd fought with on earth and that kept giving off a trickle to his senses to why she felt familiar. Positive at tickling past memories they'd met someplace before his arrival on this planet so many months ago.
His blue tail swaying from side to side behind him as tired blue eyes hardly gave off a harmful expression or presence. Only the kind of a man recent to battle perhaps some time ago not sure how long he'd lost from his few times passing out on the ship or in healing. He still needed to figure out how much time had passed. He'd sight lightly running a hand through his hair offering a more innocent kind grin then his usually sneak underhanded expressions. "Zerori... Didn't expect to see around anytime soon..." Eyes drifting from the few as well taking a moment measuring people up considering what to do. Throwing his hands up after a few moments smirking given his apparel may not have looked the most friendly given the things that came to pass in prior days. "Had me some rough encounters recently with those saiyans in south city... Lost track of time since getting out of the ship of one of their traitors. Wouldn't mind offering a little rest or food if ya got any to KAOS looking for some rest would ya?" Keeping his distance for a moment. Hoping for a moment of relief and perhaps kind expressions over the usual rough experienced he'd gotten since the invasion's beginning so long prior. Expecting something good from strangers usually wasn't his style but hey he needed some rest. An this planet had surprised him so many times over who knew what he'd see this day. Eye's for a moment hungrily glancing over the smoke coming from ones cigar not far off. Hopefully he'd get cooperation. He knew it was a fifty fifty thing when it came to reactions to the Blue Banner Army. But hopefully given recent events some of that would be washed away. Or at least Zerori he hoped wasn't still holding grudges.
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Post by Toma on Oct 6, 2015 13:38:19 GMT
“Haaaa!” Toma shouted, as he fired a large blue beam of Ki into the air on the other side of the island from where Ninjin and crew were standing. He turned back to his two small children. They were sleeping soundly on a small bed that Toma kept in a capsule when travelling. He smiled. They looked so innocent, so peaceful… his only regret is that he knew they’d likely grow up to be defenders of the planet one day. It made him both proud, and scared.
He felt another power level approaching Ninjin’s, but he didn’t mind. He figured nothing would happen. After all, Ninjin for the longest time had been the one training Toma. He knew she could handle herself. Right now, it was his turn to be on “kids duty”. Words could not describe how happy Toma was when Ninjin had announced to him that she was pregnant with his children. He finally had a family of his own again, after having lost his the first time. And he be damned if he was going to let anything happen this time.
That was why he felt he needed to get stronger, though. He had a Super Saiyan transformation waiting for him just around the corner. He could feel it. He had managed to tug on his inner power just a few times, transforming for only mere moments before fading back to his normal form, his body having rejected the overwhelming power. But it was getting easier. He knew that soon, he’d be able to call upon the form and maintain it at will.
Suddenly, the crying of babies snapped him out of his thoughts. His daughter was crying, and Toma turned. He figured her diaper probably needed to be changed. He lifted her up and sniffed the air, and smelled… nothing. Which meant she was either hungry, or more likely, wanted mommy. Probably both. Ninjin had always been better at caring for the kids than Toma had. It’s not that he was incapable of taking care of them, she just had and easier time with it. Probably had something to do with motherly instincts.
Sighing, he grabbed the kids, sliding both of them underneath his Gi, holding them there as he floated upwards into the air, flying over to Ninjin. He’d land near her, the babies still crying a bit. “Honey, mind taking her? I think she’s wanting mommy.” He joked, smiling as he held the boy, who was sleeping soundly against his chest.
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Post by Ninjin Nedrag on Oct 6, 2015 15:46:08 GMT
Ninjin smiled at the mention of a few of the Turtle School warriors. She had done what she could to train and strengthen so many and she hoped that they had been of aid to the civilians during the attacks on the major capitols and in assisting the BBA. Which reminded her the BBA she had a meeting to uphold one of these days with their Administrator as she had recognized the man as the same one she had sparred with nearly a year earlier. “A small town in the mountains? Sounds absolutely lovely. Personally love heading into the mountains as there are so many unexplored places that one can just rest and unwind their mind up inside of them. I take it your town is quite uneventful and hard working as most are up in that area? As for myself I live out in the Tropical Islands far off along the equator of the planet. No real town nearby but when you can fly towns being close by are not all that inconvienient now is it?”
Speaking before letting out a light chuckle that she would hope that the man would reciprocate the gesture. Listening to him go on about the town most definently made it seem that this small town would be on her travel plans. Especially once Toma would finish up with his own regiment of training. Whenever that insanity would be she did not know but she knew that he was attempting to try and attain what it was that she lost so she commended him for that. Though when he mentioned being human she raised a finger at that. “Only half human. But I thank you as I do prefer to consider myself fully human as this is my home and really would hate to see anything happen to it. As for experience fighting… Well lets just say that I have had my fair share of scrapes over the years. Born and raised through the martial arts schools and wandering around.”
Flexing a muscle at him she turned her head as she felt another energy closing in on the location. As it came in she felt that its strength was quite large even in comparison to what she used to have but she knew that compared to the strength she had felt floating around during the recent invasion that it was nothing. Raising a hand over her eyes she shielded them from the swirling sands that accompanied this persons arrival. As the sand settled down she caught the fanged grin and smile coming from the figure. Ninjin was ready for anything but she knew that right now she was still nothing compared to this person. As they said hello she felt a bit of a chill on their voice. This gave her a slight unnerved shiver down her spine but she knew this feeling. It was her feelings when she had stared down Oguma so long ago on the tournament grounds. So she had an idea that this had to be a demon. “Greetings to you as well… This land we are on? Well technically this island is under the ownership of the Turtle School. But they kind of let it be open to the public as a type of sanctuary more than anything.”
As the demon extended her hand Ninjin would take it and shake the hand without hesitation as she knew hesitation and fear really gave a lot of the demons their strength. To know that they did that to someone. As she pulled her hand back though she felt another power incoming toward the island. :: Quite the popular location today. So unusual that this amount of traffic would be moving along inside of such a small area but must be some divine curse I have to draw people in. :: As this new person arrived she once more had to shield her eyes as the sand kicked up all around the area. Watching the new arrival it seemed that he knew the one who had introduced themselves as Zerori. This made her even more nervous as the large man she could tell was saiyan. Not just because of the way he held himself or the armor that he was wearing. There was just something there that triggered inside of her mind. That and the tail where once again a dead giveaway that the man was indeed a saiyan.
Her suspicions on whether or not the two arrivals knew one another was taken care of when she heard him speak up and speak toward Zerori. Listening to the back and forth though from the one sided conversation made it apparent though that the two were not on the same side. Taking a few moments she would listen fully to everyone and await a moment to speak up. The moment however would not come as she felt on the distant side of the island her husband fire off a decently size blast of ki. A bit thankful he had continued her style of training when it came to ki blasts. Firing them off over the ocean to avoid unneeded destruction. Yet she knew that if he was off doing that it meant that the hildren must be sleeping soundly as Toma was not one to shirk any of his duties with family. Especially with what all had happened with his previous ones she knew how protective he was of even her. Though that protection had come in handy though the extremely rough last few months of her pregnancy.
Clearing her head she watched and just listened to any idle banter between the now large group as she felt Toma take off into the air. She could feel that something was a bit wrong but when he arrived with the children she figured it out rather quickly. As he spoke she smiled at him and nodded. “Of course she would. Toma say hello to this motley bunch that has assembled here upon this beach. The older gentlemen is a rather nice saiyan man named Vallere. The lady standing before us is named Zerori not quite certain where she hails from yet and our large blue haired friend over there is a member of Cipher’s little group. So I think that takes care of all the introductions.. Well other than introducing myself to the two newcomers. I am Ninjin Nedrag former Turtle Hermit. It is a pleasure to meet you all.”
Turning away from the group after the introductions she lifted her daughter up and held her in her arm as she walked in a slight circle til she seemed to calm down. Walking back over beside Toma with a broad smile on her face as she returned. She could feel the strengths of those around her and still while unnerved by the one she swore was a demon she would not make any movements as she was still much weaker than she had been in a long long time.
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Post by Arlic Valliere on Oct 6, 2015 16:18:21 GMT
"Captain Valliere, of The Edge. A pleasure to meet you all." If the old warrior was worried about a bunch of young'uns with tons of power he didn't show it. Smacking palm to fist and bowing low enough to convey the greeting, but not low enough to show anything close to fear. Well, this Zerori was friendly enough! Hand smacked into hers, rough, callous fingers shaking the lass's hand with enthusiasm. "Half demon huh? Can't say I never seen one o' us go after a Hell-dweller but to each their own. 'Tween you and me, all these other folk seem a bit out of it, least you ain't part of the Empire from what I can see." Val had been, a very very long time ago, and had the broken battle armor to prove it. Yet here he was, rubbing elbows with hybrids of every mix, and a member of the BBA nearby. How odd fate truely was to his old soul.
Moving on to the next, some random blue haired Saiyan. Odd; but not the weirdest thing he'd seen. Also extremely more powerful then me, fantastic, nothing like the threat of death at the hands of someone half your age and twice your strength, the Sheriff thought. Taking Jarvis's hand too. "Captain Valliere, of The Edge. Blah blah blah, pleasure to meet ye lad, but eat a sandwich for christs sake yer all skin and bones. Hit someone twice as hard if ye pack some weight on." Which wasn't exactly fair, as the Captain was undoubtable in being a large man. "Blue Banner. Mixed basket there lad, but I suppose you can't hide it can ye?" He barked a laugh, indicating the younger fighters bright blue hair. "See you a mile away! But I'm sure the ladies love it huh?" Wink turned to nudging with his elbow.
ONTO THE NEXT ONE, due to the fact that the Captain didn't know anyone here. At all. Maybe he stepped into something he shouldn't have, but he'd been here first.
"Another Saiyan! And not an evil right bastard." Val smacked his large hand into Toma's, next and finally, apparently never tired of introducing himself in the slightest. "Captain Valliere, of the Edge! Something something, how ya doin, cute kid, is it yours?"
There, letting a breath of relief out, as it was only polite to introduce yourself to new folk; the old soldier sat down back on his rock. Cigar having been coiled by Symbian tail and left to smolder before returning to his mouth. The burn of smoke helped him catch his breath, medicine and tobacco relaxing agitated lungs scarred by some chemical weapon ages ago. Pretty sure it was Zantex Prime; he thought to himself, or Anitge IV.
Oh well, better off not remembering his past days as a Saiyan Soldier of the Empire; best to make new friends. And it did his heart good to know Earth had some good muscle. Leaning back with crossed arms, puffing away at his smokestick; he let the others do their thing for now.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2015 23:56:53 GMT
Shaking hands with the woman, her other hand taking the man’s into the other, she looked them over. They looked fit and healthy – more importantly, they were saiyans – yet what caught her attention the most was the various scents on the island. Sweat, blood and the smell of discharged energy permeated the sands and grass. There were fighters training here? She looked at the large saiyan, nodding at his name with a slightly amused expression, “A ‘Hell-Dweller’? Never heard of that before but, well… You know what they say about whores and saiyans!” She delivered that with a dark chuckle before she faced the woman, opening her mouth to speak. The question she next wanted to ask was why – yet it seemed that she had more pressing matters to attend to. -Such as divining the purpose of the number that was coming across her scouter in a flash. Turning around to the crash of something against the sand, she saw whom had landed… and paled whiter than the snow she’d seen in the north. Blue eyes widened and her eye brows knit upwards towards her forehead. How… No, who-? There’s just no way he can be-! From her eyes to her mind, nothing seemed to compute about what she was seeing. Even so, she tried to put it into words, “J…Jarvis?” She whispered, worried that if she spoke his name he’d disappear right before her eyes. When he walked up to her and seemed to almost grin in what she could only guess was a facsimile of kindness, she could scarcely believe it. I… I incinerated your body. Sent you off to the otherworld like a proper saiyan and yet how and why, I don’t know but… Zerori stepped towards him as he spoke to the others. Personal space was the very last thing on her mind as she raised her hands to grasp toward his face. Should she be successful, his face in her hands, she would look into his eyes as if to look for something very important. When it felt as though she’d started for enough time, she reared her hand back. The resounding slap that could be heard as she threw her palm into her face, intent to knock the insanity right out of her. When she opened her eyes again, a red mark on her face, she could hardly believe that Jarvis really was here. She hissed at him in shock, “How the hell did you survive?” It was like pieces of a puzzle she never found were coming together in her head, “When you were killed I burned your body to ashes! I-” She needed to stop, think and find a way to… come to grips with this new information. At the sound of a baby crying, she glanced behind her at the bundles that another saiyan had brought to the red-haired woman. She was introducing them to the man with the children and when she introduced herself, Zerori took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. She finally turned to the woman, forcing the best grin she could while speaking to the woman with a hand against her hip, “Pleasure’s mine,” She took a few steps towards her, putting the question out as best she could to ignore the constant turmoil in her mind, “Now, ah… you said you were the Turtle Hermit? As in… not presently?”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2015 4:17:52 GMT
Jarvis shook the strange mans hand raising a brow but was a little to worn to give it much thought. Might as well be well behaved and mannered given he was looking for a place to rest for a short time. Playing it off a little to rude or upset like may just earn him some scowls and a need to fly from island to island for a bit and he didn't favor having to take some long unneeded tiring flight in his present state and feeling. "Turtle school huh? Reminds me of that little pink girl that taught me the interesting little tricks she had to offer about that place... It came in handy against that Red fellow and the saiyans. Nice little tricks on the battlefield." Letting off a sigh and a heavy breath for a moment trying to make sure he had his breath. He didn't look exhausted just sleepy in a sense. Like he'd just pulled a all nighter on guard duty which would be surprisingly good condition given what he had recently been through.
"Yea its me...Heh looking good as ever fire girl." He'd say feeling a soft hand touch his cheek though shortly after. Jarvis not resisting but looking a bit surprised. She even looked in his eyes for a moment that had him blink a couple times with lightly wide eyes and a blush that for a moment took to his cheeks. He wasn't really well equipped for those quiet moments he wasn't prepared for like this. He was more use to being the one poke people for reactions then being caught off guard himself. "Oh right... the whole dead thing. Guess it is a surprise to see me alive again. Heh... An well I didn't survive. Might be hard to believe and I don't think anyone but Cipher ever believe me but I kinda. Heh escaped hell." When she turned away however a hand reached out and ever so lightly touched at her back. Not really able to help himself from just giving a light graze. He hadn't seen her since his revival and she was one of his lightly found memories. The type of person you only met once in a life time and he was a little eager to converse with her again. A little surprised at that... Someone that actually seemed some what pleasant to see him again. For most others it was more a business like thing. Friendships coming after but little care of his revival. "Sadly after the war I can't get out of here for awhile I need to stay in on spot and get some of my energy back... I could tell you about what happened if you want to rest here with me for the time. Assuming our lovely new friends wouldn't mind." Something in his voice curious as well as given the others the red hair woman being the turtle master or perhaps the old one was interesting as well. That strange disc attack he learned had come in handy more then a few times now. (ooc: sorry for short post. Was low on must and didn't want people having to wait on me)
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Post by Toma on Oct 10, 2015 17:44:21 GMT
Toma looked out over the view of people as Ninjin spoke. “Yes, it seem there are quite a few people here today.” He spoke, smiling. He held his son, Koruso, with one hand, and raised the other in a friendly wave. “Well, my name is Toma.” He spoke. The older Saiyan walked up to him, and shook his hand. Toma nodded when he asked him about his son. “Yes, they’re both mine. They’re twins. My daughter inherited Ninjin’s red hair and my son got mine, it seems.” He said, chuckling some, as his son slept peacefully against his chest.
He looked over to Jervis and Zerrori, who seemed to be caught up in conversation. “Cipher? Ah, yes, the android we met at the mountain. He was a member of the Blue Banner, right?” Toma asked Ninjin, as he looked up, thinking back. “A shame what happened to Vipoi and Namek… Heard his brain got hijacked for a while. I’m glad that he’s back to normal now, though. I’ll go talk to him eventually, I might be able to convince him to help me find the dragon balls to restore Namek.” He said, before walking over to a nearby stone, and sitting down, slowly rocking his son back and forth.
[Sorry for the wait, guys. Was stupidly busy with work and no muse. So I forced one out so you wouldn't have to wait anymore.]
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Post by Ninjin Nedrag on Oct 12, 2015 18:58:59 GMT
As Vallere made his round introducing himself to the others Ninjin stood there holding her daughter. IT was not exactly what she had in mind when she had flown out here to this location. A group gathering like this was not such a bad thing though. She always did enjoy large gatherings yet things still made her nervous. Especially the obviously motley assortment that this group had. The fact that no one had thrown a punch yet was a good sign. Well it was a good sign until Zerori slapped Jarvis hard across his face. :: Seems those two have a past. A rather checked one it seems. I wonder what he did to piss her off so much like that? ::
As Vallere moved over and introduced himself to Toma Ninjin’s smile widened. Especially after he asked about the child on his shoulder. She coughed lightly as she spoke up. “The children are ours Captain.” Her words where soft and just as she just smiled at him. The daughter on her shoulder and the son on his shoulder where her pride and joy to say the least. But her attention turned back to the others when they had finished yelling at one another.
It was a good thing she had turned to pay attention to the other two people as she was asked directly that she was the former Turtle Hermit. Nodding toward Zerori she acknowledged her suspicions. “Aye. I retired from the position when I found out I was pregnant with these two. I turned the position over to one of my star pupils. A small majin that Jarvis so eloquently put it as the strange little pink girl. Her name is Zexama and she is the acting head of the school but I taught her everything she knows when it comes to the Turtle School. But it is good to know she is doing a good job in training and continuing peoples trainings. If she taught you a rather specific technique I know exactly which one that she had taught you. It would make sense for someone with your strength to have a rather nasty trump card in your deck.”
As she finished she heard of Jarvis asking if she would mind about him staying here and recouperating his strength and she shrugged. Truly it was not her choice as this island was property of the Turtle School. Yet she knew full well that the island and school did not care if people used it for personal reasons. “Well when I was master this island was something of a retreat and open sanctuary for many. It literally was where you could go spend the day rest up and return and move on the next day. Many did that and I doubt that the rules have been changed that much. So I doubt they would have an issue with you staying here Jarvis.”
Raising a finger to her chin as she thought for the moment. Though she shook her head after it seemed she ended her train of thought. “Ok so can I ask what brings the two of you out here? As I know Captain here was on his way by after selling some materials in the city nearby. I take it that the two of you must have a much more interesting reason to be in the Southern Islands?”
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Post by Arlic Valliere on Oct 13, 2015 20:33:10 GMT
"Beautiful children!" The old Saiyan had a huge soft spot for any sort of young'un. Granted that ment about anyone, including everyone here. Somebody had to be the grizzled old man after all. Just don't say it to his face, he's sensitive about the few gray hairs he's starting to get. Leaning down to look at the little girl in Ninjin's arms, flashing a wide grin as his tail swayed behind him, forgetting about it as it showed his eagerness to see a little one. "Aaaw lookit you. Gonna grow up big n' strong like yer mama and Uncle Cap?" He coo'd, using a metal finger to play with the kid. Turned from big tough Saiyan soldier to dotting babysitter in half a second.
Course, that stopped the moment the sound of impact happened. Well, with a sigh of resolve the fighter crossed his arms. Turning to stand next to the woman and her child. The drop of sweat trailing down the side of his temple indicating he was not keen to start a fight here, everyone was at least four times his strength; even without his weights on. Christ, these people probably used that fancy shmancy gravity training! All he did was use boulders for bench presses. "Oi, knock that shit off. There be kids 'ere. No need to be smackin'; fight gets started be collateral damage." And that was the Captain for you. Talking down on people half his age and twice his strength.
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