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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Jan 13, 2016 22:13:06 GMT
While ayumu was attempting to sell his normal recipes on the edge of the southern island, having strayed towards a busy training area of a group of thugs he wrongly interprented what their exact desire was here. The constant use of swearing and them fighting underling didn't mean much good as Hana would lay her hand on his shoulder. Trying to convince Ayumu to get away from this place as quickly as possible, from even a far distance from a nearby city people could see the mistake he was making. Many youngsters had been beaten up black and blue from the large fists of these gangsters yet the name of this old man has been starting to become a little trend in the vacinity. It started all when a few saiyans picked up on his tendecy to give out food for free and started to issue a challenge to him on being able to feed them enough to let them finish up and within a mere three meals, from a opener to a meal and dessert they were defeated. Making the entire situation rather comical as for once they werent able to ask for more even as the gluttons of the Southern islands. Yet the stall that he had placed down near the punks had started to become kicked at by some of the punks, some even started to draw on it with a thick marker while others started to brandish short knives. This man with a powerlevel of zero being held tightly as he was given barely a choice in the matter. Hoping for a single moment that possibly somebody would be able to help him a hand, since he as a cook was not allowed to bring violence in his establishment.
@orangotto
(You can easily defeat them in a single blow, if you wish to do so. You can even make them say things, they are litterally typical "You talk back, we get pissed off and break shit punks")
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2016 22:46:20 GMT
( Thread PL: 43.359 | Heavy Weights On | PL: 10.839 )
The Saiyan was looking for something to eat, after all he had been training for the entire day. He kept growing stronger and stronger, he was definitely satisfied with his results but he knew he could do even more.
“Now, now.. perhaps I could buy some good meal. I have some Zeni left, I should be good.” - he thought, nodding to himself. Cornatto took off and flew away as he looked for anywhere he could eat.
The Saiyan stopped as soon as he looked down and took note of several individuals, they didn’t seem too friendly with the old man. “Heh.. bullies and also cowards. They can’t even take it up with someone of their own age.” - he thought to himself and let out a sigh. He decided to descend down next to the old man.
“Hey. You know, those weapons are not the right way to do such things. You have to use your own fists, let me show you.” - he said, the thugs looking at him curiously. They probably thought that he was crazy, but the Saiyan didn’t care that much about their opinion.
He suddenly charged against the thugs, they were extremely weak by the looks of it, it didn’t even take him more than one punch to take them down. As soon as he landed a punch on one of the thugs, the others were in alert but the Saiyan was faster than their own eyes and brought all of them to their knees as if nothing had happened. The thugs could be seen on the ground and heard whining, perhaps it looked like the Saiyan had used some move but he had just punched them in the stomach as quick as he could.
As soon as he was done with them, the Saiyan offered a nod to the old man. “If they ever come at you again, just let me know.” - he told him. “Anyway, wouldn’t you happen to know where I can find something to eat?” - he asked.
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Jan 16, 2016 5:33:02 GMT
While you soared through the frigid air, Snow having fallen in the nearby area, you would be easily able to see the bandits that had possessed a small frigid gem within their clutches that soon rolled under the table back in the girl her hands with a face filled with glee. Simply starting to crawl under a desk to start to clean it.
The old man, Ayumu would bring himself forwards further to the humanoid that had barged in while simply smiling. The kind smile on his face refusing to go down while a trail of blood went down the corner of his mouth and he held a simple wrapped box of some strange pounded meat in a square form. Six netlike shaped diamonds on the top of the meat continued to ooze out a soft sauce, almost as if it was a infinite spring out of itself while the meat would fall off with a single prick of a fork, even allowing you to scoop the meat up with a spoon as one could feel it melt on the tongue and assault the stomach with satisfaction. This master piece would have only been able to be eaten by some of the richest folks around normally yet from the ingredients that seemingly filled a saiyan gluttonious beast within a single meal, you could see their normal nature. Bringing forth a sudden realization of the skill on the humanoid called Ayumu's cooking ability. Yet what was more worrying was how he was hiding a obvious knife wound on his abdomen, a metal piece of the snapped blade still stuck in his wound while refusing to make his customer worry.
"Please.... Please enjoy your meal for free, call it a gift from this old man. A little dream of his to fullfill to make everybody a.."
Starting to cough violently, trying to keep himself up.
"To make everybody able to enjoy their life fully!"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2016 21:15:01 GMT
The Saiyan looked at the girl for a brief moment, she seemed happy but he didn’t really like her. There was no real reason, she just seemed quite.. creepy. Perhaps not the best person to socialize with, he could not tell, after all he didn’t even know her name. But that didn’t matter.
He shifted his gaze at the old man, the Saiyan couldn’t help but smile widely, he couldn’t believe it.. he had never seen such a meal ever before. “And that’s food?!.. Well, it actually is but that’s real art! Not those silly drawings earthlings call art, that is actual art!” - he thought to himself. That old man sure knew how to make a Saiyan’s day!
“..Woah, really?! Thank you!” - he said, though his smile didn’t last long, replaced by a curious expression on his face.
“Uhm.. That’s quite a good dream but you know..” - he paused there for a moment.
“You don’t seem to be enjoying your life fully right now.. got flu or something?” - he asked, looking at him curiously.
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Jan 21, 2016 19:34:39 GMT
While she started to clean the marble, you could see her body suddenly starting to etmit a faint glow before starting to come out from underneath the table, moving towards the counter and swiftly hopping over it before letting out a soft humming tune. Knowing the stares you had given her, knowing the simple disgust that you had shown towards her she simply let out a groan, knowing she had to contain herself to not throw herself onto you to bite off your nose from staring at her like that. But the soft reverbs from the marble brought herself to quiet down rather quickly. Almost as if she was having a conversation mentally with this marble, you could hear her feet still tapping the tune of the song that she was humming before. Yet as your eyes went to the coughing old man, his expression slowly paying attention to your reactions even when he had to blink his eyes kept keeping up a good moment of attention towards you before he would then react to your statements, letting his neck rest for a mere moment.
"You should just enjoy the food that has been laid bare before you, its temperature slowly falling in the cold winter area that we reside in"
While Ayumu brought his hand to raise itself, a soft breeze of snow that had been blowing in here before slowly made itself visible on his arm, the white flesh on his arm looking a frigid blue like hue, making you realize just how close he was keeping himself to the fire. The constant sticking close to the fire that he was showing off, the coughs and teared eyes, with no nearby homes that he seemed to have come from apart from this terribly isolated shabby shack with its parts starting to fall apart. It became rather obvious why exactly he was having such troubles in the vacinity, but his words continued.
"My dream is something that i cannot bring myself to stop believing in, something that i fight for without giving up at all costs. Something that i can never say no too, as i have to live in this life with every single burning piece of passion within my heart. Life is so short for us all, we are unable to know if we are still around tomorrow"
Placing his hand on his desk, the soft tremble on his body as the ice cold piece of stone that he had touched brought his entire body to shiver lightly. Lowering his body temperature slowly, almost like a boat slowly starting to fill with water, being pulled into the murderious depths of the dark blue yonder.
"This is why i cannot let myself just stop with something like a flu, something like frostbite or something like a migraine, my body is like a vessel of my passion and dreams and this is why i am standing before you, doing my best to service you like a true cook. Not like somebody who abandons his job, who abandons his true intentions, but as a true and honest cook!"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2016 23:14:10 GMT
The Saiyan looked at the woman curiously, he had no idea of what she was doing but he felt something was off the bat. He was not scared of Hana, he knew he could probably beat her without that much of a problem just in case. “Yeah, odd one. The old man should really keep an eye on her, I don’t like her at all..” - he thought, looking at the old man once again.
He offered a nod, in agreement with Ayumu. “Indeed, wise words! Better enjoy it.” - he said, taking the plate he was offered. He decided to take a seat, still near Ayumu. He listened to his words carefully, his eyes were widen open, the old man was definitely a good speaker, the Saiyan couldn't help but look at him and listen up until the last word.
The Saiyan thought about his own goals and dreams, but did he really have a solid one like Ayumu’s? He couldn’t say that, but the old man’s words had really inspired him.
Shortly after, he looked at the piece of meat and had not hesitated a further moment to take a few bites and chew fiercely. “This is great!” - he thought to himself. The flavour was just incredible, he had never felt one like that meat's.
“You know, if a fighter had that kind of mindset, he’d be a great one.. I think at least! And.. if I might allow a word..” - he said and leaned closer towards the old man.
“Who is that blond woman?” - he asked with a low tone of voice, hopefully Hana would have not heard him.
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Jan 25, 2016 23:54:54 GMT
While you started to have thoughts about hana, you saw her body starting to lift up, walking to one of the side rooms visible in the backroom and opening the door before shutting it behind her. Her soft hair waving after her as she simply moves, her body traced by a few strings of black fumes before they finally stopped by the door seperating her from the room itself. It was almost as if she knew you did not trust her and disliked that feeling of you constantly staring at her back before moving in her little room, simply taking a bit of time for herself.
While you were alone with the man called complimenting him for his sense of thought in a warrior sense of the word he simply let out a soft chuckle before starting to nod softly, his head going twice before then starting to take a soft breath and speaking honestly.
"Once there was a warrior that followed these rules and only got his end met to him over the time of a few hundred years, yet right now he still stands here, supporting all that he loves to do with the hands of a cook and bringing forth the expierience that he has grown to carry like a fearless warrior."
Smiling softly, while starting to sharpen a few of the knives that were hidden under the table before taking out a small dinner knife for people to slice their meat with before a soft crack was seen on it, his concetration knocked off by this sudden question while raising his eyebrows at him.
"Oh? Hana?, She is a familiar in the sense of the word, some people even called her a demon and tried to kick her out, yet here she is keeping me safe. Her entire being is kept alive by simply tapping into my energy and constantly draining it for herself before starting to find herself with a sudden relapse, questioning her existance even bringing forth emotions that she had never felt... She is a little larva so to say, having lived for a few billion years yet having never expierienced emotions she has quite the amount of trouble trying to adjust to containing them which results in her silence as she was cleaning up the remains of one of her daughters, slain by the hands of a comrade of ours"
Starting to shake his head while bringing out a small stone bowl with a thick fruit like scent and pouring it into a glass infront of you, slowly shoving it next to your meal before reaching out to go wash the plate you had left behind. His humming tunes being a rather jolly tune while his body rocked from left to right, showing his pure enjoyment with something as simple as working in these kind of scenario's, yet there was one question that was brought forwards. He told nothing about the origin of hana apart from the few billion years thing, exactly what is the connection and how did they meet? or even how old is this man!?
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2016 20:32:32 GMT
He watched the woman leaving, she didn’t seem that happy, probably she had noticed how he looked at her with distrust but he couldn’t help it. The Saiyan shifted his gaze at the old man, his eyes wide open as Ayumu spoke. “Really?! You were a warrior too? That’s great! I suppose a few hundred years is just a saying though, right? I guess when the age hits up it’s quite hard to keep up, I doubt I’d have to worry about that though.. as of now at least, I am still young and between you and me..” - he paused for a moment there, glancing around for a brief moment. He didn't want anyone else to hear him, just in case they were not fond of his species which was an understandable feeling, after the latest invasion.
“I am a Saiyan, so my body will be good for quite a while.” - he told him.
Cornatto listened to Ayumu carefully, apparently Hana was not an earthling woman like any other but some kind of pet, or actually a demon. It was quite interesting, but at least the old man assured him that she was a good person. “I suppose I’ll have to apologize with her later. Or at least just let her be.” - he thought to himself.
“I see, I see.. It is quite.. interesting. She doesn’t seem that old, but she isn’t a Human after all. Speaking of age, you spoke of a few hundred years, but sayings aside.. how old are you if you don’t mind? Perhaps I’ve heard something about you when you were a young warrior, who knows! Depends if you were popular, then again I am not really the entire gossip guy, but I tend to take a look around the city.” - he said. He actually felt comfortable with asking that question, the old man seemed like a good and interesting person to speak with, the Saiyan truly respected fighters just like himself, an old and possibly experienced one was a rare sight.
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Jan 29, 2016 17:21:59 GMT
(Still sick, sorry for eh quality)
Simply shaking his head he took out his ID, The year was there, when he was born, what his face looked like, even a driver licence was pulled out to be shown towards you, yet you could only read Ayumu, as the last name had a thick black flame burning the last words out of it. It was not a saying at first appearance, it was his real age while he did not show a mere problem with the years on his body while simply granting you quite the jolly smile!
"What did you say about it being a saying? I am just saiyan, when you talk about things you should remember that you live in a multiverse where things beyond our scale happen rather oftenly~"
But while packing his passport back in his wallet, the amount of money being insanely low, you would find it rather weird that other restaurants walked away with over the top prices and a pocket full of cash, yet the quality that was prepared here for free was something simply insane. They constantly struggled for money yet never complained about it, making things a choice of your own.
"My age, truely, is 431, while i must warn you that the age of that woman back there is something far beyond our scope, a few billion maybe? But i am not able to give a solid answer as asking for the age of a lady is a rather terrible act you could perform would it not?"
While starting to think how he could best answer the rumours thing, surely there would be some rumours, but he was not known in the past as a man who had brought any change, he just talked to people and made connections while being viciously beaten up by everybody who attempted to disagree with him. As a stubborn man who supported his own goals with only a powerlevel of 1 things were rather interesting to say the least.
"You could have heard about me if you talked to grannies that heard stories about their grannies about a kid being beaten up possibly? But that is all you could really find about me without diving into the books from atleast a few hundred years back... Do they even keep records about me anymore?, This is really starting to bog-"
But as he started to think about it, you could hear his cough starting to come back again while bringing up a hankerchief to his mouth while starting to cough rather violently, red marks becoming visible on the hankerchief as he pocketed it quickly and simply leaned his body against a wall, making certain to keep himself stable, simply smiling towards you before nodding softly.
"Yeah, it may be hard to find anything on me, but why are you so interested in my history? I am just a old man who lost it all, apart from being beaten up and used as a stepping stone for people to advance, i have not done more than any other man"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2016 19:41:45 GMT
The Saiyan blinked slowly, watching the old man taking out some kind of card. Cornatto leaned closer and narrowed his eyes, trying to understand what Ayumu tried to tell him. It wasn’t long before the Saiyan was left with wide open eyes and let his jaw drop slightly. “..Perhaps I forgot how to read but that is pretty much.. I mean, that says he is like 431 years old..” - he thought to himself in amazement.
Then, he just stared at him blankly, as soon as he realized his pun about the Saiyan word. He had never heard it and just limited himself to let out a faint chuckle. “Well.. that’s.. a fair point, I guess.” - he said.
“I think a person’s age doesn’t really make that much of a difference in certain cases, I am just quite surprised.. that’s all. And I am not really interested in how old that woman is.. while I can’t really see the issue with asking one’s age.” - he told him, he had no further interest in that woman, he had heard what he was curious about already.
The Saiyan crossed his arms, trying to give himself an answer to the old man’s question. He could be quite a curious person and learning of the old man being an old warrior definitely interested him. “Well.. I can’t say I’ve ever had a granny or even talked to one, but that aside..” - he paused for a moment there, looking at the old man once again. His eyes followed Ayumu’s handkerchief, he couldn’t help but frown. He was not a medic, but he knew it was nothing good.
“In a few words.. I was born a warrior and I am pretty sure you know more things than me, after all you’ve lived.. lots of years, more than me.” - he told him, offering a smile. “..Anyway, someone should really check you. Doesn’t that Hana or anyone else here know anything about.. medic stuff?” - he asked.
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Jan 30, 2016 23:53:52 GMT
While you talked about bringing age up with women, you saw him raise his finger while softly waggling it at you and making tsk sounds with his mouth. Simply shaking his head while even uncertain of how you were able to keep your cheeks not glowing red from slaps that way! His eyes closed while the corners of his mouth were raised, showing that he did not take this too seriously, simply making some fun while hoping to pass some time.
"You gotta be carefull you know? some people would rather prefer to have their age kept a secret because they are ashamed of what they are in the eyes of others. But as a warrior race you are probably just striving to be the strongest underling anyway so you dont have this happen as much, but those races do exist out there! So dont ruin a chance on a good looking lady when you got one, Okay?"
Adjusting his body position while trying to get everything his insides that were turmoiling away trying to devastate him calmed down before taking a few deep breaths and continueing.
"I am able to perform light medical treatments, yet what i have is not as easy as a one two three cure. It is something akin to lead poisoning but made out of ki y'know? Everybody has atleast a tiny bit of ki in their body and simply survives of this as their life energy, yet when your energy is another substitute, you tend to have internal problems when trying to affix your resistances to perform the warding of this energy!"
Rummaging in a large box behind the counter, he took out a body map with the Qi exits on the body and simply started to point at them. Turning his eyes towards you while you saw grim resolve and a calculating nature, Ayumu obviously knowing what he was talking about yet hiding a very large part about it, hidden within the already overabundant information that he had dropped onto you.
"Our bodies naturally absorb energy from the surroundings and gather energy from within ourselves, yet when you manage to link this energy to another source, your body starts to be damaged by this old energy trying to push your body back to the original source. Constantly tearing apart every single vein in my body while the ki ravages through me like a mouth full of razors... It is simply a pain that i have not been able to resist since my very youth but if you were kind enough... Far in the north is a mountain with a golden flower, its leaves able to cure a person their energy circulation and being able to push them towards a height of new resistances, not power"
Taking out a small book of herbs, one in a language you have never seen before, yet it seemed to radiate energy from its very letters while the image of the golden flower was a quite a obvious one, yet the notes on it kept saying that it was gaurded by a beast and that it could sense only humans. Meaning that Ayumu had no way to go into a crevice and look around for it!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2016 20:31:38 GMT
The Saiyan looked at the old man curiously, not realizing what was wrong and the bluntness of his own question, he didn’t think there was something wrong in asking a woman’s age. Cornatto was aware of certain things but his experience with women was inexistent, but he tried to understand what the old man tried to tell him, as a matter of fact he listened to him carefully but could not grasp what he meant.
“A chance.. with a lady? Hm.. I think I see how it is..” - he muttered, nodding to himself. “Don’t worry about that, old man.” - he paused for a moment before a grin formed on his face, his fists clenched as he rose from his seat.
“I would never miss a chance to spar with anyone, that includes ladies too!” - he exclaimed in self-confidence, but he had totally misunderstood what Ayumu was trying to tell him.
Though, from there on, he noticed the old man’s struggle and decided to sit once again, it seemed like some serious thing to him so he just tried to listen as careful as possible.
He happened to get lost more than once even if he tried to follow all of his words carefully, but more or less he had understood what he needed: a flower. He was quite surprised but at the same time, he was quite confident that he could accomplish such a task. He looked at the book briefly, he was not sure if he had never seen a golden flower but it didn’t matter; he had the chance to see one that day.
He stood up once again and offered a reassuring smile to Ayumu. “Not to worry! I promise that I’ll get you that flower. Whatever is this beast.. it shouldn’t be a problem.” - he told him, offering a bow of his head before he took off and flew away. He couldn't tell what kind of beast he would have fought, but he made a promise and he would never disrespect one, most especially to a person like Ayumu.
(Thread Exit! Good threat, Ayumu! I'll take PL, with Heavy Weights)
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