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Post by Sangu on Mar 22, 2016 3:10:43 GMT
(Thread PL: 5513 due to Weights) He had been walking for a long while with his duffle bag swung over his shoulder. It was hot that day, and sweat poured down his tattooed face. Since he'd made his precense known on Earth, Sangu hadn't made too many friends. Maybe he could call Kay-El a friend, but no, perhaps not. And as for Shojo and Vyrna, he'd left them behind to protect him. He was afraid that Cube would return, and murder them. The pavement was scorching under his bare feet, but he was tougher than they'd given him credit for. After all, he wasn't a "pretty boy", oh no, he was ruggedly handsome. His face was scarred from many years of fighting and wars. So he was no stranger to war either, as he had helped conquer many small planets in the name of the Arcosian Planet Pirate Corporation. That guilt still weighed on Sangu's shoulders, but he was slowly learning to deal with it. He knew that he'd been forced into the APPC to protect his father and mother. He'd been brain washed by it's leader, Captain Cube, but at the end of the day? Cube's teachings would fail. Sangu would escape to Earth and... "HALLLLP!!!!!!"
...the little boy running from the town about a hundred feet ahead of him caught his attention. Of course the child, shabbily dressed and dirty, would bump into the Ace of Diamonds in his panicked run. The child slowly looked up at our hero, who stared down at the kid. There were a few tense moments for a second there, until Sangu smiled gently and held his hand out. "Come on, kid. Let me help you up, eh?"
The child hesitated for a moment, finally reaching out and taking the warrior's outstretched hand. The little boy stood up, eyes darting back and forth, obviously terrified. He stuttered. "Are....are y-you one of t-them?" Tears streaming down his face. He was sobbing, rubbing a bruise on the side of his face.
Sangu growled as he noticed the bruise on the child's face, and just had to ask. "One of who, child? Are THEY the ones who did this to you?!" He said of the unsavory looking characters on motorcycles, chasing the young boy. He'd sensed several small, dark ki's coming in their direction. Figured it was what the boy was running from."T-t-them..." the little boy stuttered, pointing toward the motorcycle riding gang of hoodlums. Sangu shook his head as he knew that he could possibly protect the boy, but from an entire gang of mysterious bikers? With weapons? By himself?
He knew that he would need back up, and even felt a bit nervous as they drew nearer.
The child hid behind our hero, though Sangu himself began to question how he would take down the gang members on his own. He knew that he'd gotten stronger, but even so, anyone would have a slight problem taking on a whole gang of big, rough motorcycle riding Vikings. It was then that he closed his eyes and thought about something else Shojiro had told him.
*Shojiro's Words: Fear is but a weakness created by the human mind. For as long as there is bravery in the heart of a man, fear cannot control his actions. Fight with bravery to protect those who cannot protect themselves, for you may be their only hope.
He could still hear the waterfall from that day in the forest as the two walked barefoot over the cool, lush green grass. He slowly opened his eyes to see the gang parked, surrounding he and the child like a pack of hungry wolves. He stood protectively with the young boy, fists up and ready to fight. "Hey kid?"The kid hid his face in the fabric of Sangu's baggy pants. He peeked up at the young warrior, responding shakily. "Y-yessir?" And sniffled."You're gonna be alright, don't worry. Just leave it to me. What's-" he smiled back at the child. "-your name?" "To...Tomumu..." "Well Uncle Sangu is gonna kick these guys' asses. When I give you the signal, you run. I'll take care of this. K?" He stood there, strong and proud. The fear had left him, and he now emanated heat from his body as his power rose. He would give his all to protect the innocent. After all, he'd once killed enough of them to warrant making it up to them. He narrowed his eyes on the leader, a bear of a man who wore all black leather and sunglasses. He had wild grey hair and a bushy grey beard, and his teeth? His teeth were as yellow as puke, probably from years of smoking. Suddenly, he yelled out. "RUN!"The child ran in between two of the smaller men, both ugly and toothless. Sangu rushed forward with a quick punch to the burly bear's stomach, doubling him over with the force of his fist. Then the whole gang jumped into the fight, and for a while Sangu held his own. He sent bodies flying, but vowed now to kill them for that wasn't what he was. He wasn't a killer.The numbers game was getting the best of our hero though as they began beating him with chains...he would begin to struggle until...
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Post by Arynx on Mar 23, 2016 20:33:02 GMT
Arynx had been indulging in the flavor stylings of a local Mom and Pop soda brewery when he could have sworn he'd heard someone calling for help. With a brow raised, he knew he couldn't just ignore it. He finished his drink - a fizzy orange soda with a whole jalapeno pepper in the bottle - and paid his tab. As he stood he took note of how interesting his free time had become recently.
He took to the streets, using his well-trained and sensitive ears to follow the sounds of distress. He heard tears and motorcyles and could almost smell the motor oil and exhaust in the air. This was going to get interesting, that much was certain. He redoubled his efforts in his search, going from a walk to a jog. A life could be at stake, after all.
It wasn't long before the sounds of potential danger turned to the sounds of all-out violence. He could hear the fight long before he could see it, and decided to take to the rooftops to get a better vantage point. Vaulting himself up onto a convenience store, he finally spotted it. A whole mess of grimy bikers, one sole defender, and an apparently defenseless kid. Arynx gripped his guitar in his hands like an axe and leapt, hard from the roof of the store.
"ARE YOU READY TO ROCK?!" He exclaimed, bringing the guitar down hard on one of the biker's heads. He crumpled, eyes rolling around in his head. There was a brief moment of silence and shock amongst the bikers near him before they got their bearings and turned to fight him. Arynx hadn't taken all of the heat off of Sangu, but better to split the burden.
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Post by Martin P. Moneybags on Mar 24, 2016 5:08:46 GMT
Moneybags was driving his luxurious hover car. He drove across the Western lands with shades on. Right now, he was on business. He owns the most famous spaceship company in the galaxy. The Stellar Spaceship Sellers Inc! However, what was he doing on Earth? Sure it was his home, but it was a backwater planet full of dirty, filthy, poor people. Martin couldn't stand it. However, it was good business opportunity. Why you ask? Considering it's full of poor people and peasants, Moneybags could try selling ships made of cheap material. He'll keep it near Earth's budget. The tactic here? The cheap material wouldn't waste as much money, Earth buying that type of ship was a RIP OFF! EVEN AT THEIR BUDGET! It was the perfect scheme! Although, he needed too know how Earth's population spends their shopping. Once he has a percentage chart, interviews, surveys, etc. he'll be able to move on more. But as of right now, he was taking a break. On vacation one could say.
Moneybag's car was pure gold. The seats were rich, creamy white. They were extremely soft, so soft if you sat in it, you're rear end would leave a mark! Ha ha! The steering wheel was tan leather. His hover car soared across the sandy terrain. His guards were in the back seat. However, Martin P. Moneybags didn't want them touching the car, it was expensiv---well, it was cheap for him, but expensive for these... 'normal' people so to speak. The guards had to sit on towels and keep their feet up at all times. Their hands had to be kept on their laps. One of his guards was a zoanthrope. It was a dark brown grizzly bear. He wore a tuxedo and dark shades. He had an ear piece as well. The other guard was in the exact same uniform. However, this guard was a normal Human male. He was average of height and well built with messy brown hair. Not that it mattered who they were right? They were peasants!
Moneybag's mouth curled up into a grin. "So, nice weather! Aye boys?! AHahahaha!" The two guards looked at each other nervously. They have strict orders not to talk unless spoken too, as in...question wise. Was Moneybag's expecting an answer? "So, do you two have that special lucky woman? I mean they aren't very special if they're with poor people like you, but meh." The guards gulped wondering if he wanted a reaction or something. The Human male spoke up anxiously. "Ha...h-ha...y-yeah, t-totally sir..." It was awkward silence for a moment. The cat hissed. "DID I TELL YOU TOO TALK BACK?!" They stood quiet and hung their heads. "OH SO NOW YOU AREN'T TALKING BACK! I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!" They yelped, frightened. "O-OH! SORRY SIR!" The grizzly said. Moneybags snarled. "DID I ASK YOU A QUESTION THAT TIME?!?" They whimpered. Moneybags groaned in annoyance. "Filthy poor people..."
As he pulled up in the city, his eyes widened. He saw a huge gang war! These two guys were fighting...AN ENTIRE GANG! "YOU! PEASANT!" He yelled at his grizzly bear guard. "...S-Sir!" The cat glared at him. "Go record this! Do NOT interfere! And REMEMBER! IF A SPECK OF DIRT, BLOOD, OR ANYTHING GETS ON MY CAR! I'LL HAVE YOUR HEADS!" That was just a bluff of course. Moneybags can simply buy another one. He had like what, 10 back at home? Whatever. As for right now, his guard was recording this fight. He might have something in store for these two....yes. ---
Note, these are NPC guards that I DID NOT buy, therefore they have no PL and can't really damage you two. IF it ever comes to that.
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Post by Sangu on Mar 30, 2016 0:17:27 GMT
He didn't say much as Arynx bashed the biker in the head with the guitar as he found himself grateful. It wasn't everyday that a complete stranger would offer to help him, but he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He clenched his fists and prepared to join the melee, taking a step forward...but... "What...the...hell?" His eyes fell on the solid gold car, and the cat...the fat cat...who was seemingly giving orders to the two humans. He hated that. He had been subservient to another dirt bag before, and this dirt bag, this scum was no different. His eyes darted back and forth between the car and the fight going on. His lips curled upwards and he exploded forward toward the fight, grabbing one of the bikers and laughing. "Here...lemme borrow you for a second!""Wait! What...what are you doi-" but it was too late as the powerful human flung the biker at full speed toward the fat cat's car. In his mind? One word described Martin, and that word was "douchebag"!
He would then join the fight, standing back to back with the rocker and smiling. "Yo...I'm Sangu...wanna kick these guys asses?"
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Post by Arynx on Mar 30, 2016 13:04:42 GMT
Arynx, while defending himself from unwashed, unshaven bikers, watched as Sangu lifted a biker and threw him directly at a nearby car. That car happened to look particularly expensive - too expensive, really. Even Arynx, who admitted to appreciating the occasional high luxury, had to scoff at such a car. What bothered him more than the car, however, was the man recording the fight by the car. Another parasite hoping to score brief internet fame and an avalanche of fake internet points. If Sangu hadn't taken such decisive action, Arynx might have had to get involved. As it were, however, his human comrade-in-arms seemed to be handling the situation nicely.
Sangu quickly returned to the melee, just as Arynx slammed a biker beneath the chin with the head of his guitar.
"Nice to meet you, Sangu. I'm Arynx. Let's rock some socks."
Arynx glared at a trio of nearby bikers, smirking and beckoning for them to come at him.
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Post by Martin P. Moneybags on Mar 31, 2016 1:39:37 GMT
Moneybags sat on the creamy leather seats smiling as he watched the fight. He pulled out a packet of cigarettes and held it up. Digging in the compartments of the car, he pulled out a lighter. Dragging his thumb across it trying to ignite a fire, he struck it once. Then again. Then again. Each time letting out a shhk sound and the occasional spark. After the fourth strike, it lit and he ignited his cigarette. Placing it in his mouth, he inhaled. The feline exhaled through his snout, smoke coming out of the nostrils. The nose leather glistened in the sunlight. "You got a clear view guard number three hundred and twenty four?" Before he knew it, one of the guys yelled in panic. "BOSS! W-W-WATCH OUT! EEK!" The cat blinked. "Eh...?" Before he knew it, a bikers body was flying towards his car. "STOP THAT BODY!!!!" The cat snarled.
The Human guard in panic jumped in the air towards the body. The human successfully tackled the man out of the way...however, what looked like a save, turned out to be an utter failure. The Guard knocked off the bikers helmet. It fell down till it crashed over the hood...scratching the car. It was utter silence. All the bikers the two men were fighting stopped to look at the car. "...you...scratched MY CAR!!!!!!" The cat hissed. "Now, it's not the money that's the problem. No no. I can buy another one." The cat stated cockily. "The problem is, you aren't showing any respect TOWARDS ONE OF THE RICHEST MEN IN THE GALAXY!" Pointing his finger at the two warriors, the cat hissed. "GUARDS! BRING ME THEM! DEAD OR ALIVE!!!!!!" The guards gulped. "B...B-But Sir! They're really strong! They were just taking on a crew of bik--" The cat cut the grizzly off. "DON'T TALK BACK! THAT'S AN ORDER!"
Gulping, the two guards got up and clenched their fists. They decided they'd rather look scary. Cracking their knuckles and gritting their teeth, the 8 foot Grizzly Zoanthrope and the 6 foot Human male walked over to the two. Nodding at the bikers to show they weren't their enemies, the two men drew their guns. They aimed at the human and bio android and took fire. The Cat stared angrily at the two warriors who dared to disrespect him.
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OOC: Again, my guards don't have PL. Whether you take their hits or not, up to you. They aren't ki users anyways. Have fun~~
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Post by Sangu on Mar 31, 2016 5:02:07 GMT
As he stood back to back with Arynx, the wild haired human whispered through the corner of his mouth. "Whadda bunch of wussies. Look at em' tryin' to shoot us. You gonna take that? I know I'm not. Hey listen...I'll take the ugly one, then we can get back to these S&M rejects." Sangu bent his knees and leapt into the air, descending with his fist closed and catching the eight foot grizzly in the snout with a weak punch...which was enough to cause severe pain to a Zooanthrope, if his research was correct.
As he heard the first shot fired from the other's gun, he flipped off of the Zooanthrope to dodge said shot, easily landing on his feet. But of course, this turned out to be a mistake as the two aimed their guns at Arynx and Sangu...and started spraying bullets!
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Post by Arynx on Mar 31, 2016 22:28:30 GMT
Arynx narrowed his eyes at the fat cat with the fancy car. Rich assholes were the worst, and this rich asshole was particularly hairy. His two guards pulled their guns, all the while filling their pants to the brim. Arynx knocked a biker out with a casual sideways headbutt, eyes locked on the new challengers.
"Sounds like a plan," he said to Sangu, who seemed no more impressed than Arynx.
As the human guard opened fire, Arynx smiled. He'd been shot before, once in the back of the head. This guy's pea shooter was nothing. The bullets bounced harmlessly off his chest, though a couple of them tore holes in his jacket. That would not stand. He grabbed the guard's gun hand and squeezed hard, crushing the man's fingers and shattering his wrist. The gun fell to pieces on the ground. Arynx pushed past the guard, heading straight for the fat cat's car.
"You wanted me dead or alive," he said to Moneybags, hopping deftly onto the hood of the car. "Here I am. Alive."
With that, he swung his guitar as hard as he could into the windshield of the expensive vehicle, shattering it.
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Post by Martin P. Moneybags on Apr 2, 2016 4:09:27 GMT
Moneybags watched as his guards went to work. "AHAHAHA! THAT'LL TEACH YOU TO MESS WITH M--eh?" He saw the man push the gun aside with ease and jab the bear in the nose. Moneybags gulped as the other guards hand was pretty much broken. Both guards yelped in pain. The bullets that hit the two just bounced right off like it was nothing! IT WAS AT THAT MOMENT, THAT GUITAR MAN STORMED TOWARDS HIM. The cat shook frightened. "N-Now hold on a second! HEhehe!" The man jumped on his car with his guitar. He smashed the windshield to pieces. Moneybags glared at him angrily. Getting out of his seat, he opened the door and stormed to the hood of the car.
"HOW DARE YOU! YOU FILTHY! POOR! RODENT!" Out of pure anger, Moneybags pulled out his diamond plated laser pistol. After all, he did own the largest galactic spaceship company in the world! Stellar Spaceship Sellers! Aiming at the guitar man, he hissed before pulling the hammer back. "GO TO HELL!" Clicking the trigger, the laser bullet soared towards Arynx. ---
Guards down!
Moneybags Used [N1] Gun Blast! PL: 0.66 coming at ya Arynx!
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Post by Sangu on Apr 3, 2016 15:54:00 GMT
(Exiting, Zeni please. Sorry guys, gonna try something different)
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Post by Arynx on Apr 3, 2016 17:41:50 GMT
Arynx narrowed his eyes at Moneybags as the rich fuck's gun blast hit him in the chest. He didn't even feel it, but it left a smoking hole in his jacket. Arynx slung his guitar over his back, he hopped off the hood of the car and grabbed the cat by the label of his shirt. Lifting him into the air, Arynx's stomach growled audibly.
"I'm afraid you must not know who I am," he said, his voice calm and even, but with a fire behind it, "Otherwise you'd never speak to me that way."
Arynx slammed the cat down onto the hood of the car, denting it terribly. He brought his face close to Moneybags', his bright orange eyes and sharp teeth glinting in the light.
"But it doesn't matter who I am. You aren't better than other people because you have money. You aren't better than other people because you have a fancy car. You can only be better than other people by behaving better than other people. If anyone here is a filthy rodent, it's you."
With that, Arynx lifted the cat into the air and tossed him at the group of bikers.
"You want someone to fuck with, do it to someone who can afford it. Feel free to take your time with this one."
Arynx turned and stalked away from the car, not bothering to wait and see what would happen to Moneybags. He didn't particularly care, really. Anyone who behaved like that had no place in the future that Arynx would bring to the universe.
_______________________________ Exiting thread, Zeni please. 903 Words
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Post by Martin P. Moneybags on Apr 3, 2016 21:48:22 GMT
The hole in his jacket was a clear sign of the man getting shot. The cat had an anxious grin. "Eheh...HEHEHE....I TOOK HIM DOWN! YES!" After cheering for a bit, he noticed that the man wasn't moving. Instead, he was standing still the hole time, the smoke steaming out of the bullet hole. The cat crawled back nervously. The man approached Martin and he hissed to get him to back off. However, that worked to no avail. The man jumped on the car leaving Moneybags to scream. Arynx grabbed his the collar of his shirt and lifted the feline up into the air. The fat pudgy cat squirmed around in panic.
The words he spoke made the cat squirm even more! Who was this guy! Moneybags sure hoped he didn't mess with one of the biggest criminals in the galaxy. That wouldn't be very good for him. Before he knew it, he was slammed onto the hood. Moneybags yelped in pain. He lied there groaning in pain. "Me--Oww......." He groaned. The words he spoke afterwards made the cat grit his teeth angrily. This impudent fool! He didn't have a damn idea who he was speaking too! However, before Moneybags could react, he was picked up and thrown into the crowd of bikers. The bikers surrounded him grinning maliciously. The cat scurried up to his feet. "ehehehe...f-forgive and forget...?" The bikers cracked their knuckles, necks, and whatever weird bone they could manage to crack.
Even though Moneybags looked like a fat, lazy, rich for nothing snob of a cat, people underestimated him. You see. Moneybags is skilled in the art of Cash-Fu. "Fine...want to dance eh?" Without a further a do, Moneybags let out a ferocious hiss. He threw his fist up, and what looked like he was going to punch actually turned out to be quite...odd. He averted his punch and dug into his pocket. Throwing both hands back out, money flew onto the scene. The bikers ran around wildly collecting it. Moneybags jumped on one Biker's head and jumped off. He ran away as fast as he could. "ehehehe, stupid poor folks." --- Thread Exit. Zeni Please.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Apr 4, 2016 0:50:20 GMT
Sang -- 1590 Z
Arynx -- 1239 Z.
Moneybags -- 1748 Z.
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