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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2015 4:31:39 GMT
PL= 24,502 KP- 3/3
Drake looked at the clothes he had just- bought. He could pretend he bought them. A slick hoodie that slipped on right over him. He had modified it so five of his knives could fit hidden in it too. His slicks looked good with the hoodie, and he decided it was time for the final touch. He pulled out a pair of sunglasses, of all things. Sunglasses. He, Drake Heln, killer for hire, murderer, for zen, was wearing sunglasses. He smiled, thinking he looking quite dashing but maybe that was just him seeing himself in something not designed for killing for the first time in forever. He began walking down the street, feeling good about himself. He had zeni now, he had clothes. But no base. He definitely wouldn’t be finding one in town, he thought to himself ducking his head as a cop passed. But where could he hide out. Maybe something mobile could work, a ship. He could daydream about himself being on a luxurious ship, all kinds of gravity chambers and healing tanks stacked in it, himself living the life. With a base, he could be tracked down. But a ship? He could flee in it. How awesome was that. Though it would get quite lonesome in there. He was a lone wolf, no friends, no family, only people being paid to kill him while he was in a coma. What had he done, he wondered, to make someone want his unconscious body dead. He supposed it was somewhat obvious, considering his occupation. After all, he was a bounty hunter, a mercenary, not some regular job. It was kind of weird though walking on the streets. He could almost feel like a normal person. As he looked through the windows, looking at all sorts of wares, he noticed a big flashing sign. In the window with it, was a large flat screen with a video running. “SERPENT MASTER EX!” it shouted with large flaring words. A grey haired hero showed up on the screen. “BATTLE!” it now added, showing the grey haired character using a series of blasts, fighting some red clad fighter. “PLAY!” Two pointers on a massive roster appeared as two players chose a character, player one chose someone called Serpent Master and the second player chose Realigner Red. The first chose an alternate costumes, an evil version of Serpent called Ping. Suddenly it zoomed out to show the two real life versions of these two characters, except Ping was the original form and Red was blue. The two studied each other carefully, then it zoomed back in. Rapid combos and blasts ensured, the two fighting back and forth. Eventually he got bored and just walked into the store. Unbeknownst to him, he pasted a grey machine that lightly beeped as it detected him. He walked up to the example module, looking through the characters. He chose someone called Mayze and set to fighting. The apparently evil Realigner Red appeared, and Drake found himself mashing buttons desperately. He had no idea how to play as the robot absolutely destroyed. Then he heard the words. “FREEZE!” A group of five police stood inside the doorway, all with guns.
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Post by Sam on Dec 30, 2015 4:56:42 GMT
Sam was heading through town. A friend had inspired him to do some traveling, and it was never cheaper to get around a planet what with all the newer and cheaper spacecraft and shuttles going around. He had decided to see Satan City. Traveling coach was already hell, why not keep up the illusion once he got to his destination? Sam was looking all around town, quietly appreciating the sights. While walking like this did not physically exhaust him in the slightest. It was, emotionally stressing to keep his feet walking the entire way. After looking around and failing to locate any people with wagons on their backs to carry him open air through town (although let's be honest, that would just be a waste of money) he instead decided to look in and see if they had any different video games on the other side of the planet. Turns out, due to planetary shipping he was quite dissapointed. But still, he did get to sit back and watch two incredibly detailed simulations of fighters go at it. Sam briefly wondered if he could take on someone from these games. Seemed like with every new installment they just get more and more over the top. He loved it that way. In the end, he ended up picking up one game from the used section. Bargain bins like that were great for saving him money and driving the gaming market into the ground. He handed over his Zenni and started walking out with the box. Before he looked over to the counter. There was a delicious looking candy bar, lined up one after the other. He started walking back to go buy one, but noticed that the line had piled up to 7 teenagers. Looking around he took the bar and put it into his hoodie pocket faster than the eye could see. It's not like they weren't making money off of him already.
Sam would walk to the stores doors with a whistle, blissfully taking step after step. Walking right close to a fairly cool looking dude in sunglasses. He was about to say something before he heard "FREEZE!" He was standing right inbetween Drake and the po po. His eyes went wide, but still with his trademark grin he raised his hands in the air.
PL: 5,000 KP- 3/3
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2015 5:14:25 GMT
Drake Heln watched carefully as the police held their fire. He knew he could fair bullets, but didn’t want to deal with it. Out of nowhere someone walked in front of him, and jumped up with fright and very obvious guilt. Drake smiled at the new opportunity. He used his telekinesis to jerk back the person and jumped forward, grabbing him. “Don’t shoot,” he shouted, holding the body completely in front of him. This random person could easily serve as a guard if need be. If he had looked at his scouter, he would also realize that this person was no random citizen. They had a power level. He whispered into the hostage’s ear. “Listen hear, I got powers. I promise. If these punks try shooting I’ll see if I can save you. Go with me now, cooperate,” he whispered. “Now. Back away from the door. Turn around and kick your guns to me.”
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Post by Sam on Dec 30, 2015 5:58:07 GMT
Sun of a gun Sam thought to himself. Well, whatever this guy was doing it get's me out of here. Then out of Satan city where the police had itchier trigger fingers then a Saiyan covered in poison ivy who's been starved for a week. The man had powers alright, Sam had felt himself getting pulled in without him laying a hand on him. This probably meant that the man was rocking a pretty high power level.
He would give the guy a tap on the torso with his hand to make sure he understood that he was with him for this whole little act. Before he stopped fighting against his hold. Convincingly he called out. "Do what he says! Oh lawdy lawdy I don't wanna die here in this video game shop!" Sam still had the edges of his lips in a smile. But it would be hard to see since he kept begging.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2015 6:05:59 GMT
Drake couldn’t help but grin at the person going along with him. “I’LL DO IT!” Drake now yelled, trying not to burst into laughter. He held his hand like a finger gun pointed at the man’s head. “DON’T MAKE ME SHOOT!” he yelled yet again, simply acting like he actually had a gun to use. Slowly all the police, turned around, and dropped their guns, sliding them to him. He picked up a gun, gave it to the hostage, picked up another, keeping itm then smashed the other, demolishing. One burst under his foot with a small explosion and his foot flew up. He gave a short laugh, and pulled the “hostage” with him, holding a gun at the police. “Let’s get out of her. We’re gonna go guns a blazing,” he said grinning.
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Post by Sam on Dec 30, 2015 6:15:31 GMT
Sam would hold the gun in a very safe way, clicking the safety back on and keeping his finger off the trigger. This was fun, but yeeeeeah. He wasn't about to shoot up the place to get away with a candy bar. He wasn't that hungry... yet. As soon as they were otside of the shop he would drop his gun on the floor softly, and put his arm around the one that was "holding" him. He'd then say. "Well actually, how about we go with the fact that you do have powers. Cause if you don't, this might just kill you." He would then jump. Taking each of them sailing into the air, far, far away from the comic shop. If Drake did not catch Sam with flight he would tumble, spin. Hold his arms up and collide with a thud against a big ol metal skyscraper. Before holding himself there by one hand and wondering what he would do. They would be a quarter mile from the shop. Which now had some side walks that needed to be replaced.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2015 6:26:22 GMT
When they had gotten outside, suddenly the other man dropped the gun. He didn't blame him, it wasn't necessary anymore. "Well actually, how about we go with the fact that you do have powers. Cause if you don't, this might just kill you,” the hostage suddenly said to his confusion. How did he know he had powers? He found himself being grabbed and hoped he wasn’t being attacked by someone bisexual before he went flying in the air. He grabbed the other person, stopping them both before he could it anything. “What the hell is wrong with you! I’m not a hero, you’re lucky I even grabbed you! You- how did you know?” Drake, purely by instinct looked at his scouter. His face turned to a scowl as it was revealed his hostage had five thousand power level. “You can use Ki too! Are you-” he stopped, very mad. “You know what- survive this!” He suddenly threw the other person to the ground at full speed. If he didn’t stop it, the hostage would be very bruised but not seriously injured with that power level. The ground wouldn’t fair the same however.
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Post by Sam on Dec 30, 2015 6:44:09 GMT
Sam jerked at the sudden stop from all of the momentum. He looked over to the man, who now possessed a scouter. Holding onto him just to stay in the air. "Well, you did pull me in without touching me and I'm not stupid." It did not look as if Sam could drop his smile. It wouldn't even come off as he was happy. Just stubbornly confident. Sam would then be seized and thrown into the ground. Why it was so breathtakingly fast he hardly had the time to process that there were still people beneath him who could get crippled by the shock wave. He reflexively kept his arms at his sides and shot back into the earth head first where it was already damaged from him jumping. Sam would hit the ground like a bunker missile and shoot twenty feet into the soil past the concrete. It hurt, badly.
Ten seconds later a bruised Sam came stumbling out of the hole. He was filthy, with dirt and concrete dust covering his body. And his nose seemed to be bleeding. But looking around to see that no one had been maimed or hurt he'd look up at Drake with a victorious smile. "I don't count myself as much of a hero either kid." He'd sputter out as he recovered. He would wipe away some of the blood on his face and look up at him. "You know, I'm pretty much rooting for you already kid." He had his hands on his knee's and looked tired. "It's Sam, what's yours then?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2015 6:55:46 GMT
He watched as he crawled out of a ten foot hole. He stared and blinked, watching. "I don't count myself as much of a hero either kid,” he said to him. “Kid? Kid? Don’t you dare me call me kid,” he said with a snarl. "It's Sam, what's yours then?" he was then asked. “Drake,” he said after a few seconds. “Drake Heln. Paid assassin,” he said to Sam. He put out a hand for a handshake. “You’re probably the first person I’ve talked to for a while without me being attacked or me attacking them.” He thought back to all the brutal fights he had had. A sword through his knee. He looked down to the knee that couldn’t support his weight without flight. He thought back to the monster Gula, literally ripping his arm off. He looked down at his right hand, a fully functional wooden arm.
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Post by Sam on Dec 30, 2015 7:08:05 GMT
“Kid? Kid? Don’t you dare me call me kid,” Sam would shake his hand. "Well it's a good thing you got a name then isn't it Drake? With a polished introduction like that I'm surprised you didn't just hand me a business card." When Sam looked at the man in front of him he did not see a paid killer. He saw a kid who'd clearly lost his fair share of fights, who wanted to be a cold hard killer. "Well then Drake Hern. It's about lunchtime and I'm starving. So I'm going to go to a sandwitch shop to get a nice lunch for myself." He said as a matter of factually. Standing up a bit normally as he took off his dirty hoodie and tossed it to the ground. "Give our take I might wash my hands first. But if you want to come with and leave these people to their day then I'll ask you to come with me. My treat." He offered, dusting off his hands.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2015 7:15:45 GMT
He stood there stunned as he was... offered lunch? What was this? And how could he think him a kid. He was over eighteen wasn't he? He used to be a kid. And then life hit him. He had been forced to apprentice himself to a killer. Over time he had learned to kill. That had been his living. Now it was the only thing he knew. And one day, he had been all alone. That night when he had mastered his Ki and killed his master. But now he was here, and someone was offering him lunch or something like that. How odd. He let loose a tiny he didn't catch and followed Sam.
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Post by Sam on Dec 30, 2015 7:26:08 GMT
Sam would smile at this and start walking off with Drake to a sub shop. Sam did not look bothered much by his wounds. He kept his dirty mit's in his short's pockets and lead him along as many people were very, very confused with what just happened. It would be a nicer sandwich shop, loading every piece of bread fill of so much content that some of the items on the menu were downright intimidating to read let alone eat. Sam would sit at the table outside and wait for a server to come. There would be another chair at the table for Drake to sit at. "You act as if no one's ever bought you lunch before." He jests. "It's just a kindness. Besides, after ten minutes of my company you might be begging for me to leave. So, besides being a killer for money. What else do you like to do?" He asked.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2015 7:30:49 GMT
"Uh..." he said trailing off, not sure how to go about this. "I don't really.. do much else. I'm poor as dirt, need my job to live. Most only thing I do." He stared at the display for the sub options. There were so many, so much many bright green crisp vegetable leaves. How could people afford this. "Isn't this kind... expensive?" he asked, used to hunting for his own food.
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Post by Sam on Dec 30, 2015 7:42:47 GMT
Sam would shrug. "Who cares, the tubby one's buying." He said, trying to lighten the mood. "I guess if you want something balanced order something that sounds veugly italian and if you want to eat a cow then order the uhh," he'd point to something on the menu. "The super saiyan pildriver. Hell if you get that then I'll not order anything myself just to split it and make a vested effort to try and finish it. A twenty inch long sub, what were they dreaming up back there...?" He asks, starry eyed and wondering for a moment before he would shake his head. "Still, you gotta like something else besides traveling around and offing people or else you wouldn't be spending much time not doing that. Do you work ou- or should I say do you like training? Or are you a bit like me and you like doing nothing of consequence during your free time?" He asked.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2015 7:50:06 GMT
He figited in his chair, not used to this situation at all. When he had come to town, he had not expected this. Really, the only reason he had these new casual clothes was because he had seen an easy opportunity. He guessed by now his of pile would be public on the online wanted list. He listened as the options were described to him. "I suppose I'll take... Uh... Saiyan cow thing?" he said finding the actual name very odd. "Well. I don't really do much. I do train quite a lot in between jobs. On quite a few occasions I'll meet someone. Then I attack them. Or they attack me." He held his right arm up, showing the wooden limb. "One guy tore my arm off. Another out a broadsword in my knee. If it wasn't for my flight, I couldn't walk."
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