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Post by Tourit on Feb 8, 2016 4:34:14 GMT
“You lost them where? In a brothel?” Tourit thought to himself. “He must mean some broth.”
Tourit looked at Ayumu. “Well, where's the soup you dropped it in? I’m sure it won’t be too hard to just drink it and find the keys. It is very important I get back home, y’know.” Tourit looked at where they were: A giant sign read:
XXX GIRLS XXX
“And, uh, why are we outside of a place like this?”
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Feb 10, 2016 0:50:17 GMT
While standing infront of this unique building, the gaze of Ayumu was hazy while unable to really answer what was going on at the moment with the misunderstandings that were being caused infront of us. Simply shaking his head softly while trying to make a single moment of logic and clarity in this moment before suddenly stammering and speaking softly.
"This is a place where women sell their bodies... I will tell you over here..."
Tapping his earpiece and starting to talk via a silent connection while crawling into a vent allowing us to walk whilest hunched over, slicing a pathway inside from a small piece of wall. His feet dampening the sounds of his steps by carefully placing them step by step his gaze turned towards you while a small flashlight was aiming towards you.
"They were not exactly dropped as much as they were stolen, yet with the problems we are causing we may as well do this carefully or we may end up having multiple people after us and i cannot allow you to get wounded can i? Friends for friends and buddies for buddies, Through thick and thin!"
Making certain to speak through the silent connection.
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Post by Tourit on Feb 10, 2016 4:12:06 GMT
"Women...selling...bodies..." Tourit thought to himself. "Oh, you mean a-" He realized what he had gotten into. "W-wait!"
Crawling through the vents, Tourit looked down and saw...well he saw a lot of stuff. A lot of inappropriate stuff. "And what do you mean they were stolen? Did someone here take them?" Tourit heard what the old man had said about getting wounded. "Oh, and you don't have to worry about me. I have royal blood, so I should be more than ok. In fact, I am probably stronger than you, Hana, and Chili put together."
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Feb 10, 2016 4:32:08 GMT
Chuckling softly, He then shook his head softly and started to sneak forwards into the pipes and looked around before taking a quick look around with his flashlight and starting to shine it down the hallway, making certain to keep his senses sharp and then picking a moment of breathing and speaking softly.
"The powerlevel of the beast within this area is at fifty thousand, no, Above that and we must incredibly dangerious"
Before then starting to look down, soft moans being heard as a few people were going at it yet the keys were not in sight, using his sense of manipulating knowledge to form a small book and place it down at intersections to mark the way out, giving a quick gaze around. Aiming his hand down the right and the light showing a locked vent and the left showing a closed part while simply asking you if you had something specific.
"Do you happen to have a ability that could help you cut through something akin to this fan? We need to move forwards through this and with a single mistake we may spill both our bloods, you may be strong, but i am a simple humanoid with a powerlevel of 0, Zero, Nada, Nothing. One blow and i die, okay?"
Giving a pained look, making you realize how painfull it can be for people to just be this weak, this fragile, this useless in the hands of others untill a question arose, that Hana female being more powerfull but still listened? What was his position exactly...
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Post by Tourit on Feb 10, 2016 16:09:03 GMT
"Again with this talk of power levels...I heard those frog things talk about it too..." Tourit thought to himself. Hearing the moaning down below, Tourit's face turned red. He knew exactly what was going on and was very timid and shy around things like this.
Hearing Ayuuma ask him a question, his attention snapped back. "Oh, something to take down that vent? Well, I guess that I can just punch it in..." Tourit hit the locked vent as hard as he could, sending it flying and hitting the back of the vent they where in with a loud crash. "Uh oh. That probably got someone's attention..."
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Feb 26, 2016 3:22:53 GMT
While you asked about power levels, you would see him grasp to your mouth and use a small blast to slice through the bottom of the nearby area while using others to make it collapse, causing a few gaurds to shout out in complaints about how probably it would have dropped from a few stupid pranksters while moving towards the vent nearby, letting ayumu attempt to coax you into following him while whispering softly.
"Power levels are a way of measuring how strong a warrior is, something akin to a numerical number to give a show of exactly how big a diffrence between multiple people there is at the moment"
Before starting to write down both yours and the others, making certain you would realize how big of a diffrence it is while you saw him holding out a map of what he saw currently while making certain to note down side passages and give a big look around on what he could possibly do to keep everything going in a peacefull manner. The moment we were found out about the current things we were planning to do, we could end up in a situation worse than death, the sudden realization easily striking everybody.
If we did not find this object soon we could have found ourselves robbed of the keys and you would have lost your only method of going back to your planet at this very moment, just imagine how terrible it would be if these gaurds came up, loaded their guns and pointed us down. Giving us not a single moment to talk as we were obviously trespassing while our keys had been stolen, yet these places were known for their high powered gaurds that were hired for more than just working, sometimes even the prostitutes had powerlevels that would leave one gasping in fear!
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Post by Tourit on Feb 26, 2016 3:35:10 GMT
Looking at the numbers Ayuuma had written down, Tourit simply smirked. "So, that's the difference? Guess I'll have to challenge everyone to a fight someday then. Didn't realize they were so strong..." Tourit looked ahead as they continued to crawl through the vents. Eventually, Tourit ran into a wall, and he began rubbing his head in pain. Looking down through a vent, he saw something: His keys. They were sitting on a desk next to a computer and some other knick nacks.
"I found em!" Tourit yelled, as he bust down the vent and grabbed the keys. His celebration didn't last long as he looked up and saw a frowning bald man in a suit smoking a cigar. "Uh, I can explain..." Tourit started. The man pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Tourit as four other men came into the room with loaded guns and black suits. "This isn't good..." Tourit thought to himself.
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Feb 26, 2016 3:41:19 GMT
While you looked at the diffrences, you would see ayumu give a soft smile while nodding happily, attempting to grasp towards you to get things to calm down, only to notice... He had no controll about the entire situation. The four men dressed in suits, the man who was bald, everything was enough to make his brain go into overdrive and make everything impossible to do without any casualties before realizing that if things were going this badly, he could just as well throw everything in the mist of it!
"Okay, I cannot help myself with this, sorry!"
Using a voice changer he took out from his pocket, he shouted downwards, grasping towards Tourit who had lowered himself and grasped the keys while trying to pull him out, he tossed down a small vehicle and started to press a button with its engine starting to let out a powerfull roar, a old vehicle, yet its main use was not to escape but the large thick smoke it left behind causing the fire alarms to go off! With the sirens of the fire alarms, with the sirens from the fire trucks, with the entire noise created by somebody not known, Ayumu simply hoped that Tourit knew what was good for himself as he raced his way towards the outsides and pulled out a small missile like object before saying happily.
"If you know what is good for you! Hold onto this!"
Lighting the other end as four grips were visible, holding onto the two opposite to yours, it seems that we are in for a nasty ride and you should probably stick on to this really closely as it may get rather rowdy in here!
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Post by Tourit on Feb 26, 2016 3:56:30 GMT
Tourit looked at the missile. "Well, that does not look safe in the slightest..." Tourit grabbed on. "But I guess I am a risk taking man." Tourit said as the rocket began taking off. As the rocket took of and burst through a wall and past many people, Tourit held on for dear life. "How fast does this thing go?! Does is even stop?!"
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Feb 26, 2016 4:04:26 GMT
While you looked at the missile, taking the chance and grasping onto it, you could see Ayumu starting to smile widely while laughing rather soon. Bringing his hands towards the middle of the missile while starting to open a small compartment and spreading his arms to place them onto your hips and then nodding softly to himself.
"You know, just hand onto me and we will fly ourselves back to the ground! Because that thing does not have breaks!"
Slamming his hand on the middle of the missile, causing a small electronical zap to be heard while letting go of it, hoping to have been latched on by the creature called Tourit, while starting to jump in the middle of the sky, taking out a small cup of ice cream and handing one to tourit. Slowly starting to eat his own scoop while looking far into the distance how the missile continued to travel while a bright light show was visible above the orphanage of a certain run down company while slowly starting to speak.
"Do you see those kids that are standing there? i have given them multiple chances to take donations of mine and they all accepted, yet i am unable to bring them real homes to live in... For these reasons i simply better myself every day, earning more and more money in my stall while not making it any better, hoping to one day be able to pay for enough people that i can have them all grow up into strong adults... I am such a weirdo am i not?"
Smiling widely as the fireworks exploded in rapid succession above the orphanage, causing the kids to run out, causing kids to smile, have fun, adults to panick and then cheer, it just brought life to the table in a moment that seemed long lost, just what was happening now in this run down place? The only thing you would be able to easily see from this high advantage point was the smile on ayumu's face as he happily looked in the far distance at those kids that are attempting to enjoy the time of their life. The time of being a kid, where you can do what you want without a single responsibility coming up towards you before he gritted his teeth, knowing that there are some kids out there in the world who are tortured by nightmares and images that can cripple them mentally. How there are kids that manage to become saiyan warriors just because they feel like they should bring everybody in danger and into the existance of death to really get everything working together... This made him simply grit his teeth and cause a trickle of blood to run down his lower lip before speaking softly.
"I will bring you to your ship now if you do not mind, it is yours now is it not?"
Giving a kind smile towards this person who had assisted him in thsi endeavor to get his keys back.
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Post by Tourit on Mar 4, 2016 1:50:14 GMT
"No breaks?!" Tourit exclaimed as he was handed a cup of ice cream. "And I'm not really in the mood for ice cream, with all the excitement and whatnot, but thanks anyway!" Tourit heard what Ayuuma said about the orphans and thought about when he had encountered a homeless kid on his planet long ago. "Hey man, you're not a weirdo for believing in the youth. After all, we used to be kids as well." Watching the scene of events, Tourit smiled as well. "Uh, yea, you can bring me to my ship now. Thanks for all of this. Maybe I will reconsider using the elderly for rations on Tayona." Tourit grinned. "Kidding."
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Apr 21, 2016 14:47:24 GMT
While you had accepted upon being brought back to the ship, you could see Ayumu starting to perform vicious hops in the air, doing his best to carry the weight of everybody while making his way away from the location. Constantly performing a snap of a sound with every hop, it sounds uncomfortable, yet it didn't cause it to feel like you were pulled along, instead the wind that was flowing around us was slowly comforting us, bringing forwards a nice sense of cooling down as the ice cream you were given... Chocolate swirl along with some small colourfull nuts decorating it, it was a rather interesting treat with the sun slowly descending upon us, almost as if to greet the entire charade of the passion that we carried within our hearts.
"Hey, Thank you for spending so much time with me... Okay?"
Smiling towards you Ayumu simply continued hopping in the right direction, slowly waiting before speaking rather akwardly.
"If i ever were to speak to you.. From somewhere completely diffrent, as a man who has gone through alot of pain and pushed into the corner..."
Slowly gulping as he looked towards the sky as he felt droplets starting to roll down his eyes, knowing that he couldn't do anything to the changes that were occuring in his life.
"I used to be a normal grandfather untill everything went to absolute hell... If i ever change so much that i turn my back to those i care about... If you ever find me within a moment where everything has gone to shit and i must be taken out for some god forbidden reason... Please stab me in the back. Jam a knife through my ribs and spin it around."
His answer was too blunt as he was starting to speed up his hops, hoping to not give you a single answer to respond towards him as he wasn't smiling at all, there was not even a single glimmer of light within his eyes as you just saw the dead straight determination of a man who had spend hundreds of hours from his life working for a great good. Knowing that the answers to his own problems were sprawled around all around him, unable to get a single moment of rest to stop this bullshit. Sacrificing everything over and over again, continiously falling further down that rabbit hole of responsibilities. Forgetting his original goal, forgetting the burdens that he carried in the past... It was a terrifying though for himself as he could remember the smiles of his kids and grandchildren. How they once called out his name while showing what they had found, the fear of forgetting them still deep within his body.
"Please promise me those words, if something ever goes wrong and we are taken as mere tools in somebody their plan... I have done so much wrong, i have taken away warriors from their family and brought them on a path only to get stronger to keep us all safe. It feels horrible... It feels as if i am swallowing nails and sharp pieces of glass that slowly move through me and slice me apart on the inside..."
Shaking his head softly, ayumu had never been one to complain as he always had looked forwards, refusing to give in to the crumbling pressure. Yet everybody has those moments do they not? moments of cracking under pressure and wanting just that re-assurance... That re-assurance that there is somebody to end the misery you are being shouldered with untill he then slowly raised his head and bit on the bottom of his lip untill it bled.
"But i cannot falter for now... Even if i have to play a bad guy, even if i have to manipulate children into growing up in a perfect scenario for our plans... Who am i to be the good guy, i am just a side character, a guy that will be placed in the place of sacrifice for the greater cost. So grow up strong, do not say a word and let your opinion sudder within your heart Tourit."
Slowly clutching the hand he was holding you with tighter, he chuckled softly and then spoke.
"King Tourit, Ruler of a peacefull world, you have a great world and possibility before you, i know as i have seen more than you can believe within my eyes. I have seen many people attempt to do many crazy things... There was even this kid who tried to bring a piece of toilet paper as his weapon to war just to be pushed up to the ranks of court jester and influence the king!"
It was then that it became obvious, as he had started to forcibly change the subject, the streaks of discolouration still on his face, having cried for a mere moment, this fragile old man who had been putting up such a stern looking glass... There is nothing as painfull to a old fart such as ayumu as the pity of some man trying to talk to his issues as if it is known what happened. There are hundreds of people who suffer, yet nobody is certain of what to do when life hits you straight in the face for the first time. Everybody has that moment where they have to harden their skin and bring forwards their burning passion into a fiery ball of destruction. A ball of destruction that rams through any obstacle just to create a chance for the people who were behind him in the ashes, to rise up from the fertile land fed by the flames of passion and strenght. It was something he had tasked himself to do, it wasn't good and it would get him killed in any scenario... yet he was still willing to do it. For everybody that was in his reach, he just wanted them to live, to live a honest life of true expectations that they smash right through with their unlimited potential.
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Post by Tourit on Apr 21, 2016 16:05:00 GMT
As Tourit heard all of Ayuma's words, he thought about his brother, Haddock, and how he had lost him. He put his hand on the old man's sholder and spoke to him. “Listen, you’re a good man.” He started. “I know that you will never change to the point of where you would hurt the ones you love. So don’t talk like that.” Tears started rolling out of Tourit’s eyes as he rembered his brother. “I used to have a brother. He’s gone now. He may have done a lot of wrong in his life, but he did a lot of good also. Just like you.” More tears went down Tourit’s eyes as he continued. “I am the prince of a country that can have wars like no other. I’ve led men into battle. I’ve watched them die. I have saluted men that I sent to their deaths.” Tourit let go of Ayuma. “I’m sorry for speaking when you told me not to, but I can’t stand to see a friend like this.” Tourit then heard Ayuma try to change the subject. “Heh, I’ve seen lots of crazy stuff happen in the castle. One time some farmer let a bunch of chickens loose and we had to catch them all.”
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Apr 21, 2016 19:15:59 GMT
While we slowly started to approuch the ship, it was a glory to behold with our eyes, looking at this behemoth of a beast, Ayumu could only be suprised by your decisions, everything that had to be brought yourself into the possession of this beautifull and glorious behemoth. With its inscriped wings, a feather like pattern made with soft inscriptions by hand to get through the thick barrier that prevented most basic ships from exiting the planets, the ozon layer and its multiple predecessors and succesors. A basic, sleek design that had enough space for one person, yet at the same time held the basic necessities for a creature their survival. With a bathroom that projected the feces that a person would deliver to a powerfull ray that could catastrophically wipe out its entire existance on a molecular level before spraying a soft scent of lavender to mask the smell of burning. The kitchen had been installed with a AI unit for basic meals along with the tools for if you were to try take it upon yourself at some point. The exterior of the normal rocket was nothing short of simplistic, the feather like details inscribed on its entirity made it seem like some version of a holy vessel before Ayumu would slowly start to descend himself, his muscles crying out in agony over the long period of travel he had been performing.
"I wish you luck, young upcoming king of our current generation, Reigned supreme by the liege of a hundred generals, a million warriors and a billion peons. Yet kept together by the belief of trust within the hands that connect them all, i hope for certainity that you would bring yourself and your kingdom into a age of true ascension."
Slowly moving his hand towards his own knee, lowering himself to bow before you while uttering a soft chuckle, keeping his head lowered and speaking softly.
"The next time i meet you, Tourit, i hope you will have ascended to a Demon king, somebody capable of reigning over all the creatures that we deem worthy. Because there is no reason to just give up is there?"
Raising his body with a single flick of his finger, causing him to stand straight up while crossing his arms as a ring of dust slowly travelled outwards, his muscles tensing lightly before starting to slowly bulk up. Reaching out his hand for a firm handshake and putting all his strenght into it before suddenly taking out a small pellet of smoke and vanishing at the very moment the handshake had stopped. Refusing to give you a chance to deny the statement he had made, refusing to let you just deny what you had been chosen to do. Something you truely deserved to archieve, it was truely unique in its own right before bringing forwards a exhausted sigh... Sitting a few hundred metres away from the area, having used his highest speed and kicks to bring himself far away enough while having a small bird sit on his shoulder listening towards him.
"It seems that this kid has quite a large source of talent within himself does he not?"
"Calm it, Coro, it isn't just your time for uttering random nonsense."
Ayumu spoke back to this bird while looking at the demon make its way off into the sunset figuratively, taking its belongings and going for what would be the last time they have seen with a smile on his face, Speaking softly to this talking bird.
"That kid has some untapped potential i have not seen burn that brightly within a few years, like seriously..."
Chuckling lightly, he couldn't contain his excitement at this bud that hasn't been blooming yet, but it was slowly starting to grow. Slowly breaking out of its shell and going to ascend into levels far beyond the reach of a normal demon...
"I wish that this kid will survive, not like the other coro..."
"Well, couldn't help it could we?, It was just..."
-Ayumu Exit, PL please-
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on May 3, 2016 8:17:18 GMT
Tourit: 893 power level. A quick critique for you, to help you out, if you're willing- Try to not sell yourself too short! Be sure to remember that you can direct how things happen a lot more. Remember, we're a free styled forum! Ayumu: 3225 power level. Another critique for you, too, Ayumu- As I noted earlier to ya, remember to focus on yourself more, and try to take on the 3rd person perspective! Also, due to the free style of the forum, remember that things may not go the way as you anticipate. I see a lot of, 'Dungeon Mastering,' happening with the perspective I see. Though this is an old thread, I figured I'd pass on my personal quip on that. Try... 'Suggesting' a path that can be followed to the others. By all means, invent a story, but let the flow take itself.
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