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Post by Daika on Apr 13, 2016 10:45:12 GMT
It was around mid-day as a certain pale Saiyan walked down the street in Satan City. The city, as always, was bustling with people, rushing about to wherever they needed to be. And of course, this meant that people would stop and stare at the most peculiar sight near them. An Albino Saiyan, of all things. They probably thought he was a Yeti or something else ridiculous, but he didn’t really mind. Daika was quite bored, and was trying to find something interesting to do, but nothing in the great city had caught his attention yet. Come on, there has got to be at least SOMETHING interesting and worthwhile around here. He turned around a corner into the main street, looking around, he could still find nothing that caught his interest. Slightly upset, he walked over to a bench overlooking a small park, and a rather elaborate fountain before plopping himself down. Hell, I wouldn’t mind if someone else came to kick my ass today. Even getting beaten to a pulp would be more interesting than this. He covered his mouth as he yawned with boredom, and closed his eyes. Using his attuned Ki Sense technique, he reached out and attempted to find one or two people nearby with a larger than average power-level. Finding those people would most likely make this day much more interesting.
PL: 24,723 Heavy Weights equipped!Weighted PL: 6,180 Callion , Sangu
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2016 14:46:28 GMT
A young man strolled through the streets of Satan City, feasting his eyes upon all of the people and buildings. Cars raced through the streets and pedestrians jostled each other on the sidewalks. Said young man was a normal looking fellow. Average dark black hair with dark black eyes. A tan complexion and surprisingly muscular build.He wore a red shirt made of jumpsuit material along with baggy black sweatpants which said shirt was tucked into. White boots covered his feet, and a grey duffel bag was slung over his shoulder. Black rimmed glasses were held aloft by his nose, with the light on the glass shifting a bit with each step.
Making his way toward a park, he had already made sure to properly suppress his power level to around one. He didn’t want any more purple aliens attacking him, especially in front of all of these innocent people. As he walked through the park, he paused with fear. He had spotted a man sitting on a bench. Scouter, angry disposition, and that armor. This man was a Saiyan! A Saiyan with really good taste in hair color, but a Saiyan no less. Callion had to be careful, but also make sure this man didn’t commit any violent acts. Taking a seat on a bench a few yards away, Callion opened his duffel bag, and moved aside his armor and sword, and pulled out his journal. Putting the small book in front of his face, he was not so subtly stealing glances at the man.
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Post by Sangu on Apr 14, 2016 5:53:01 GMT
(Thread PL: 27,200) (Heavyweights Equipped: 6,800)
He walked alone for the most part, fearing no one but befriending no one either. He was the very definition of a warrior, as anyone could tell by his style of dress. Weighted Duster/cloak combo with the shoulder pads jutting out obscenely, weighted wrist cuffs, and weighted boots. His pants were red in color, a green dragon etched into each leg. At first glance, you wouldn't believe he was normal, especially with the presense of a set of bandages going down his left arm.
As he walked through the park that day, he'd hoped things would be peaceful as he took in the sights. The children laughing and playing on the swings. The pretty girl over by the pond, singing. The birds flying to and fro, chirping their sweet song. He looked past the albino Saiyan at first, but then did a double take. He knew that the Saiyan had noticed him. He didn't act in a rude manner, in fact he walked over and sat next to Daika. "Good afternoon, sir. Beautiful day we're having, yes?"
He hadn't gone without noticing the strange behavior of Callion, either. He motioned from Daika to him and spoke quietly. "Excuse me, but do you think that young man over there is staring at you?"
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Post by Daika on Apr 15, 2016 8:03:00 GMT
His senses spiked as he detected two higher than normal power-levels nearby. One had taken a position a few meters away, most likely sitting on another bench, whilst another was rapidly approaching. As he came over to take a seat next to him, the Saiyan silently thought to himself. His power-level is around equal to my own weighted power; however, he could be wearing weights as well. The man attempted to make conversation with the Saiyan, which caused him to stop his silent rest and open his eyes. “Quite.” He turned his head to look at the man, and could easily see that he was a fighter. The man wore a cloak over his body, with his pants being a red color adorned with green dragon decals. The man also had quite a few bandages on his left arm, indicating that he had been in quite the scuffle. The man then told him that he thought a young man was looking at him, which Daika assumed was the second power-level. His power capped at around 14,000, and he was also not sure if he was wearing weights or not. However, if he was not, a battle with him would be easy. He had a slight thought that perhaps the men might have been working together, however this man’s statement proved that wrong. He chuckled, before rising to his feet. “Well, if he wants a fight, he can come and get it.” He then turned around to face the man. If he was watching Daika, then he would now know that he had been found out. Callion
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2016 9:26:13 GMT
Callion took note of the new entrant to the scene, and watched nervously as the two men conversed for a moment. Then the white haired fellow turned his full attention to Callion, and he grimaced solemnly putting his journal back into his bag very quickly, and giving the other man a sort of “Why would you do that?” gesture, opening both of his palms, and facing them skyward, and holding out both hands, before resting them back on his legs. The pretender Saiyan needed to find a way out of this jam very quickly. The white haired man had stood and looked ready for a confrontation, and bouts of violence weren’t exactly Callion’s forte. Then, inspiration struck the young warrior. He would simply pretend to not have seen anything. Such an idea, though risky was certainly less so than getting up and flying away at top speeds. He had no way of knowing that the two men were far stronger than he was, but the very idea of fighting made him uneasy. Looking away from the two men, he would begin to engage in an Earthling activity he had observed on his way into the city.
Callion filled both of his cheeks with a bit of air, then puckered his lips. He then forced out some air from through his lips creating a sort of high pitched tune. Most earthlings would understand this to be whistling, but to Callion it was the ultimate technique in passing one’s self off as nothing suspicious. Looking away to somewhere in opposite direction of the two men, he continued to whistle, the tune being surprisingly pleasant for a beginner rather well, hoping that the Saiyan, and the dragon decaled man would forget about him.
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Post by Sangu on Apr 19, 2016 10:34:15 GMT
He had his reasons for doing what he did. His mother had always told him that staring was a rude practice, and he figured that if he didn't stare at the strange looking Saiyan why should the other man? It was simply a case of manners. He'd not intended on causing a confrontation between the two of them, though he was sure that be could hold his own. The human had trained extensively and he knew how to fight just as well as the most skilled Saiyan warriors, if not better. Sanguinis Plasmas was trained by alien warriors in the art of combat. "Well, listen to that..." Sangu chuckled. "I think he's trying to entertain you and I rather than start a fight." He said this is jest, the man's strange behaviour having amused Sangu. The truth was that he was a pacifist toward those who did not seek to endanger his home. Callion was more amusing to him than anything right. However, the white haired Saiyan might beg to differ...
Daika
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Post by Daika on Apr 19, 2016 11:51:54 GMT
In a rather unexpected turn of events, the young man tried to look as if he had no idea Daika was looking at him, and attempted to make himself look as non-suspicious as possible. This just made him seem even more suspicious. He began to walk towards where Callion sat. He was always interested in learning about the stories of new warriors that he come across during his time out and about. And today it seems he was about to learn the stories of two more. He stopped walking as he arrived at where Callion was sitting, attempting his hardest to look like he hadn’t noticed the Albino Saiyan.
“I can see that your trying your hardest to look like you are not watching me, however I’m quite afraid that the jig is up. May I ask, what is your name? And are you a Saiyan, or a Saiyan hybrid? I only ask because your hair makes you look a lot like one.” He asked. If he was forced to fight this man in self-defense, then he would not hesitate to do so. However, this newcomer seemed to be a pacifist, so perhaps there would be no need to fight this day.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2016 9:56:26 GMT
Callion looked up to the white haired man, and then rolled his eyes at his own stupidity. He had just thrown away all pretense of not knowing that the man was there. “Damn…” he quietly muttered to himself, his aggravation only increasing upon this man accusing him of being a Saiyan. However upset Callion may have been, he was not one to let rage diminish his ability to reason. Looking up to the man, Callion visibly took a deep breath and regarded the man with neutral courtesy.
“Forgive me, sir, but I am afraid you are mistaken. I am neither a Saiyan, nor a hybrid of one. I am completely human. And might I add, quite a fan of the color and style of your hair.”
Callion opted to throw a compliment into his explanation, hoping that it would assuage the man into prying further into his species, or worse being upset at his blatant lie. His tail slightly twitched inside his pants, though Callion had predicted such an event. The sweatpants, though a sloppy looking fashion statement, were perfect for concealing almost all movement of his extra appendage. The remark regarding the man’s hair was truthful, as Callion had always enjoyed the color white, through red seemed to find it’s way into his life more often than not. As he looked up at the man, his face was blank and emotionless.
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Post by Sangu on Apr 23, 2016 6:32:15 GMT
In all technicality, there was no way to really tell if Callion was lying or not. Sangu studied his body language, regarding every single twitch. Every single sweat bead, looking at the man who's spike black hair betrayed him. But then again, he KNEW Daika was a Saiyan, mostly by the strange hairstyle and having the attitude to back up that he was a Saiyan. Sangu. shook his head.
"Well, now this is odd. For a moment there, with that spiked hair of your's and that armor I was almost sure that you were a Saiyan. Then...you opened your mouth and spoke."
He looked at Daika for a moment, stroking his clean shaven chin. "Now you, I can see it in your eyes. Though I'm sure that you can see it in my eyes as well. I love a good fight, and often times, I do not fight without a good reason. Of course..." he shrugged. "...that doesn't make me a Saiyan. Soooo..." he looked back at Callion. "...my name is Sanguinis. I am a human from the Fukkuroh Forest."
He conceded to the notion that Callion was a human but only because he wondered if the man was telling the truth. He waited to see how Daika would react to his statements. He KNEW he was a Saiyan...and assumed that he would know one of his own...
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Post by Daika on Apr 27, 2016 10:32:19 GMT
Daika could only chuckle as the Saiyan attempted to weasel his way out of this situation, although it interested him that this Saiyan was trying all he could to prevent a fight. Most, if not all Saiyans he had met loved to do battle, but it seemed that this one was different. “You cannot fool me. I have been around Saiyans my entire life. The hair of humans does not spike up that much, only Saiyans, or hybrids have hair that point upwards like that.”His eyes narrowed as he stared at the man, as his tone suddenly changed from calm, to serious. “And I also don’t like it when people lie to me.”A sphere of energy began to form in the Saiyans hand. From the outside, it looked as if the albino was fully prepared to fight Callion, however the truth was, things were quite different. He didn’t actually want to hurt him, he only wanted to try and scare him into speaking the truth. From behind him, he listened as the human introduced himself. He said that he enjoyed a good fight, which the Saiyan had noticed, as he quite easily looked like a warrior. His name was Sanguinis, and he was from Fukurou Forest. He remembered that place, from where he had met Bastion. Not taking his eyes of Callion, he replied to him. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Sanguinis. Let me ask you something. Do you like liars? Because I don’t.”
Normally the Saiyan would not put up such a tough-guy act, however he needed to keep it up if he wanted to have any chance of getting the truth out of this guy. The orb of energy pulsed in his hand, as its power kept building upwards, growing stronger by the moment. Callion
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Post by Sangu on May 25, 2016 3:47:52 GMT
(Exit thread. Pl please)
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Post by Zerori on May 30, 2016 3:08:06 GMT
Sangu 611 <-- Word count1,327 <-- PL gains60,939 PL --> 62,266 PL~-~-~-~ Callion 777 <-- Word count1,321 <-- PL gains22,657 PL --> 23,978 PL~-~-~-~ Daika (PM me what you want) 993 <-- Word count??<-- PL/Zeni gains?? PL/Zeni --> ?? PL/Zeni
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Bing Gan
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PL: 374,871
Enlightenment (x16P), S. Ascension (x23)
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OOC Name: Bing/Biggums/TruetoCaesar
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Post by Bing Gan on Nov 20, 2016 10:27:33 GMT
Daika your Word Count is 993 and your PL Gains are: 2,156! Current PL Total: 69,609 > NEW PL Total: 71,765!
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