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Post by Miter on Feb 3, 2016 22:48:19 GMT
(Light Weights On) (EDIT: Forgot to post my PL at the time posted full power level 17437, weights on PL 13,077) Miter was sitting below a tree looking out at the seas that had surrounded the majority of the planet. The wind was whispering throughout the hills of the islands, and clashing with the waves of the sea. This is probably as close to serenity that the warrior would get for a long while. Battles were already waging on his home planet, and he had to become stronger so that he might be able to protect his people as a whole. His mind was going a million miles a minute he couldn’t seem to fathom what was going to happen next. He was just going to have to be prepared for anything that might come his way. The warrior would rise to his feet slowly due to the amount of weight he was wearing, and wasn’t quite used to. He began to shadow box trying to get himself acclimated to the newfound weight of his clothing. Sweat was beginning to appear on his brow as he relentlessly continued his training. He had to become stronger in order to survive, and also, in order to be able to reclaim his title as a member of the warrior Caste. Something, that was a large part of his life growing up, his honor had been taken from him, and now he had to reclaim it. Rock
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Post by Rock on Feb 4, 2016 2:33:07 GMT
[PL 7033|1758(w/heavy weights)]
When Rock had awoke, it had been in the northern scar, a good ways away from the quiet plains. It had taken him a few hours to gather enough strength to pull himself together, gather his things, and fly towards... He didn't know. He thought of going towards the town, but the scouter read that there was a battle going on there. A battle did not have the strength to fight, so he continued until he could no longer.
He landed somewhere in the plains, dust kicking up as he landed hard on his feet. He stumbled, tripping over himself and landing hard on hand and knee. The smell of blood and singed flesh going down wind, towards others in the area? Perhaps. There had been no thought of if he'd be detected, as he sat on the edge of land. Rock took the scouter off and set it to the side; he stared down at his reflection, and the bruised, burned, and banged up state he was in. He felt the dirt and blood cling to his sweat caked body. The front of the tact suit frayed with claw marks from his encounter with Xylo. His mouth was dry, and his skin felt sunburned on top of the ki burns he'd sustained.
With a self derisive grimace the Shanite plunged his head into the ocean water, letting the coolness of it wash over his weary head. So stupid! What a fool was he to try to take on an opponent so much stronger than he!
The moss colored Namekian kept his head in the water, gulping down the crisp water until his lungs burned for air. Pulling his head out and letting himself fall to his back, his chest heaving up and down, eyes clenched against the brightness of the three suns. Even with the battle raging in the city, he found himself relaxing under the gaze unforgiving sun's. Drifting off into a weary half sleep.
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Post by Miter on Feb 4, 2016 3:17:25 GMT
Out of the blue Miter would heard an uncommon noise for the area he was in; it sounded like someone was dying. The sounds of wheezing, and gasping for air illuminating the area the only thought running through his head was that someone was in trouble. He began rushing towards the direction of the sound that he was hearing, he began to use his ki sense in the hopes of locating the warrior. He locked onto a power level not very far from where he was at presently, “Oh no, whoever I am sensing their power is dropping, gotta hurry!” After his statement he would launch in the air rocketing in the direction of the power level he was sensing. He noticed a Namekian laying on the ground with rather large claw marks on his chest. This warrior had been in a rather difficult bout from the condition he was in. The Namekian would land beside the injured warrior, and would kneel beside him. “Brother, are you okay? I heard your groaning from a couple islands over, I became worried as I felt your power level drop.”
Miter would examine the man from head to toe to look at the severity of his injuries, just who could possibly do something like this to someone. Whoever he had been in a fight with had been stronger, and they had to be cruel judging from the fact they left him for dead. “My name is Miter of the Warrior Caste, I mean you no harm, is there anyway I can help you?” The Namek would notice ki burns draped across the skin of the warrior the fighter that challenged him was way stronger than him, he was toying with him using him for amusement.
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Post by Rock on Feb 4, 2016 4:21:47 GMT
The sound of someone's voice stirred him back to reality, he shifted his head to look at the Namekian. There was of course the slash wounds on his chest, as well as ki burns on his arms and chest. There was minor cuts here and there. The worst of his condition of course was the slashes on his chest and the burns he'd sustained.
Rock didn't seem to register anyone was there at first as he stared at Miter, but when he realized there was someone there, he tried scooting backwards. He happened to scoot right into the cold water of the sea behind him. Though once his hand felt nothing behind him his top half fell backwards into the water, threatening to drag him in. The weight of his weighted jacket, belt, and open vest would make him sink quickly if he had gone all the way in. Luckily his lower half was still on land so he didn't sink into the water all the way.
After a bit of rather undignified flailing, possibly with the help of the other, Rock would be sitting up and coughing.
Now fully awake, he looked over the other Namekian. "I'm... fine." He said in a dismissive manner, looking around. Wondering if there were any more strangers around, and why this warrior was so far out this way. "What did you say your name was?"
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Post by Miter on Feb 5, 2016 1:38:04 GMT
The Namekian would watch as the mysterious warrior would become startled by his presence, and falling backwards into the water. He would begin to spring into action when he noticed him flailing pulling himself up from the water. The pride coming from the warrior was obvious because of the fact that he didn’t ask for assistance. Squatting down, and looking at the warrior he would hear him begin to speak. ”I’m...fine.”
The Namekian would laugh at what the warrior stated, “Brother, if you are okay I would hate to see you on a bad day.”
The warrior would then ask him for his name, and he would respond, “My name is Miter of the warrior Caste; I was just out here training when I heard you groaning. Friend, if you don’t mind me asking, who could have possibly have beaten you so badly?”
The Namekian would step into the water extending his hand down to the warrior, and with a smile on his face he would speak; “Brother, I have experienced death without my knowledge of the enemy. I have a question for you, do you know that warrior that destroyed Namek, and it’s people? I have to find that person, and eliminate them, I just hope that nobody beats me to the punch." The wind blowing rapidly blowing the warriors antenna back with the speed of the air current. Miter would patiently await the hand of the warrior that he had just met, something about him just made him want to get to know him.
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Post by Rock on Feb 6, 2016 14:49:27 GMT
"Brother, if you are okay I would hate to see you on a bad day." Rock looked over to the Warrior again and gave a snort, he looked away again. At the Namekian's concern he shook his head. "He said his name was Xylo..." He muttered, his mouth going dry as he said it. At the mention of Namek's destruction and subsequent resurrection, the Namekian looked towards Miter, "I know not." Staring at the other's antennae as it blew in the wind, his own lightly waving in the wind. Miter's skin, like Milac's, was so much lighter than his own ugly dark green skin. Skin that others called 'muddy', 'grey', 'mucky', 'sickly' or 'unclean', even if it wasn't so. For a moment, Rock was a bit jealous of these homeworld Namekians, whom looked healthy, vibrant. More alive somehow than he. "Miter..." He reached up finally, after another moment, to grasp the hand of Miter. Letting the Namekian help his weary body to his feet. He got to his feet, though swayed unsteadily, still tired and in pain. "Do you usually come to check on random groaning? Or is it just my lucky day?"
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Post by Miter on Feb 9, 2016 23:56:40 GMT
As he awaited to hopefully hear an answer to the warrior that had beaten this warrior his eyes would widen as he heard his first words. "He said his name was Xylo..." The warrior's mouth would drop as he began to piece the words he spoke together. Miter would lower his head looking at the ground, “Forgive me brother, for I fear I am the reason that you are injured so badly. Before the explosion that caused Namek to explode I was involved in a fight with the Mozaku caste warrior by the name of Xylo. He was weak at that moment in time, and I easily kicked his ass, but I was too kind hearted...I couldn’t destroy him. I am sorry brother; I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.”
Disappointed at the fact that the warrior had no idea who had caused his planet so much strife, “Worry not brother!” He would then listen to the banter coming from the warrior who was injured, "Do you usually come to check on random groaning? Or is it just my lucky day?" The namekian would laugh as he scratched the back of his head, “Well here on Namek we typically look after our own; we aren’t all like Xylo. You can’t judge us all based upon him, for we are a peaceful people; we of the warrior caste learn to fight in order to protect our people, and discipline our bodies in the ways of the ancients.”
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Post by Rock on Feb 10, 2016 5:51:02 GMT
Rock watched Miter for a moment, "You think he's here for revenge on you?" He asked with a frown. At the comment about judgement, Miter earned a derisive snort from Rock. "I'm sure..."The Shanite looked around, picking up his scouter and messing with it, "Actually your the only homeworlder besides that Milac boy who I haven't had a confrontation of some form with..." He admitted, looking down at the muted, darker green of his own skin color. "Other than that, all I've seen is hostility, or at the very least awkwardness from your kind." His eyes then settled on Miter with a glare, part of him not trusting him, despite the other's current likability.
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Post by Miter on Feb 12, 2016 2:06:03 GMT
"You think he's here for revenge on you?"
Miter would shake his head showing that he hadn’t the faintest idea. “I doubt that he is here for me, I have a feeling that he is here for some other horrible scheme. If he was here for me I would be dead; without a doubt.” Miter would make his way to the corner of the island, and would look back at the warrior he had just met. “Since you are fine now, I will not take up anymore of your time. I must return to my training. Launching himself into the air the warrior would fly back to the island he had originally been on preparing to continue his rigorous training.
[Exiting thread PL please!]
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Post by Rock on Feb 12, 2016 6:57:43 GMT
Rock nodded slowly, rubbing the back of his neck, he watched as miter began to prepare to leave. He said nothing, and did not stop him as he left. After a while of sitting there, he pulled off his jacket, settling at the water side and began to clean himself up. He looked at the slash marks through his tac suit, frowning at it. He fished out a small sewing kit from an inner pocket in his jacket, slid the tac suit off, and began attempting to mend it. The Shanite faintly heard Miter's sounds of training, but didn't seek further interaction.
[End scene! :3 I want PL for this thread.]
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