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Post by Zoraba on Apr 17, 2016 7:24:26 GMT
How to Sketch an Ugly Green Man [10,192 PL+Heavy Weights= 2,548 Thread PL]The shirtless powerhouse of pure muscle bound Saiyan named Zoraba strutted down the street with his advisor Lise on his heels. His bare feet pattered down the paved walkways of the capitol, and his destination was hitting up multiple bars within the major city. He had grown in power lately, doubling what he had felt when he first arrived here, he never would have thought he could have gotten more powerful. Thanks to his run in with Jala and her insistence in the more feral male purchasing weighted clothing and a scouter he was able to improve himself. She had also promised him a meeting with the high ranking leader and Commander of the Saiyan Solar Empire Military Forces. This conference had still not occurred however and had been several weeks, much to Zoraba's displeasure. He luckily has managed to keep himself busy on this bustling planet, even finding more impressive examples of his people. Now though he decided with a surge in his capabilities he should spend some time hunting down the rude and quite ugly Xylo. This had been one of the first people that the hairy chested man had run into on his long lost home planet and an alien to boot. Xylo had promptly shoved Zoraba straight through the building like he was trash, and that would not be something he would forget. He pressed into a delapitated establishment that sat nestled deep in an alley within the slums. Any sane person would want to avoid wandering around dark corrridors, but when was there a sane Saiyan? Pushing the heavy metal door open with a 'klang' Zoraba was greeted with a dozen dirty glares that tried to burn a hole in his courage, a byproduct of making these patrons look up from their drinks. This was met by an only more intense cheshire grin that Zoraba threw back at them. While most quickly looked back to their drinks, a few kept their gaze, to Zoraba it didn't matter he wasn't concerned with weasels. " B-Boy, I've said this before you won't find that character. I told you I hadn't forseen him" piped up the insect looking creature that hovered behind the sneering man beast. Zoraba would look back over his chiseled shoulder at his companion and let out a sigh " And Zoraba said it would not hurt to look" the warrior knew full well Lise had no desire to throw himself into possible danger, a coward. However an advisor isn't always listened too that's why they are not titled kings or commanders. Zoraba finally stepped further into the dive of a bar with its sour smell and dark lighting and stepped up to the stained bar top. Countless puddles of beer and liquor had coated it and made it a splotched mess, one could spot the stains of blood as well and indentations of teeth. A toothy grin spread across Zoraba's mug, this was a place he could grow to love, a gladiators greasy spoon. It was then he made eye contact with quite an old battle axe standing behind the counter with almost completely white hair. Her eyes, well eye, was dark and sorrounded by many wrinkles and the other was covered in an eyepatch. She had a few hairs jutting from her chin, whiskers that accented her spotted leather like skin. With a throaty rasp she greeted Zoraba as sweetly as she knew " Get out." Surprisingly her discouraging behavior was answered with a bow, and a grasping of her wrinkled shriveled hand. This woman stood much shorter then the barrel chested male, much shorter then most adult Saiyans. Stooped low in his bow he took her clawed appendage and gave it a gentlemen's kiss. " I greet you elder, I compliment your tavern. This is a mighty place for mighty warriors" Zoraba spoke as he looked up at her with his dark full blooded eyes. " You have fought death long, you must be a powerful fighter. Zoraba is honored to be here and in your lovely presence." The worn and weary female blushed heavily, not having heard a man talk of her like that for many years, and Lise only rolled his eyes. " This boy must be nearly blind if he thinks this ha-" the bug man thought to himself but his inner monolog was cut short by an investigative sniff at Lise from another patron. He considered staying as still as he could and maybe the beastly creature would grow bored. " Well Zoraba dear, you can stay. But don't start anything you can't finish, I don't like to get into other people's fights" the bar maid said with a wink " Now what can I get for that flattering whistle?" Zoraba was glad this lovely beauty bad taken a liking to him and he stayed leaning over the counter " before Zoraba drinks, he is looking for someone." Deft hands reached back into his waistband and yanked out a folded up napkin, wrinkled and overly fumbled with. He opened it on the bar top showing off a scribbled drawing of a namekian... sort of. It was a poor rendition of Xylo, with plump lips and huge ears, even his antenna were slightly off. Really the thing Zoraba had gotten close were the man's demonic eyes and his large fin, even that was over sized. " Tell me what you know of this man my matron." ----- Zerori |
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Post by Zerori on Apr 18, 2016 15:46:34 GMT
Thread PL: 296,433
This was the shittiest week she’d ever had. Hands down. No, it didn’t compare to last week, of course but it was still terrible by association. First, she’d heard tell of an execution by means of a metal man and the first thing that came to mind was… The Queen had an android lapdog. The thought burned in the back of her throat as she remember the feeling in the back of her head. It was like… tasting something for the first time and not really remembering what it was the second or third time until you thought really hard about it. And when the realization had hit her that Kaula had died…
So the first response by any aggrieved person was… drinking. For Zerori, that meant a lot.
Next thing was Maeve’s news… and that brought her more down in her mood. She tried to bring her spirits back up, honest to the gods but… What could a mercenary do that didn’t feel like she was just blowing smoke in her face (literally)?
She started the morning of intense mourning (drinking) in her ship, laying waste to every bottle she finished of her cheaply produced Vodka across the wall as she let her emotions run free. Before she’d inebriated herself, she expected people to die or at the very least get injured and yell inane profanities at any and all who crossed her path. What happened, however…
“-The hell ‘ff me!” The saiyaness captain hissed as she walked – or rather half-stumbled - through the streets of Vegeta. Some of the taller, more built and a hell of a lot ballsier saiyans had tried to restrain her as she paraded the streets in only her under suit and boots. How she’d gotten from the safety of her quarters in The Descent on to the streets of Vegeta without her armor or any weapons sans the manacle on her left forearm Zerori had no clue.
The male whom she’d barely learned was named Potat seemed to catch wind of how dangerous it might be to get in her ways when the very moment his hands made to grasp at her shoulder – it came back with a third degree burn. Still, he was only lightly deterred and followed her as she made her way towards any bar in particular. She wanted to drink… and drink and drink until the only thing she could feel was nothing.
Either that or the most painful welt possible somewhere.
So when she stopped a door to an establishment and seemed to take a moment to balance herself, Potat didn’t really have any choice in the matter but try his luck again.
The next thing the inhabitants of the bar would hear was the crash of a door being barreled through as two bodies crashed onto the floor. Loud grunting, followed up by ravenous snarls of feminine wrath would fill the establishment. Holding Zerori to the ground was the large saiyan with a Mohawk and shoulder-less pauldron armor, as the saiyaness with a dark blue pair of spandex pants and a crop-top cut of also spandex flailed beneath him. “Sonuva-! Bitch!” As she thrashed, her body temperature rising rapidly there would be obvious streams of steam and smoke coming off of her.
When she finally snuck an arm between his elbow, she’d roll him over onto his back and straddle him. Her reflexes were sluggish but the sheer speed of her punches were more than enough to punish the wayward saiyan as she threw fist after fist upon him, “Not s’tough now, ain’t ya!?” She slurred.
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Post by Zoraba on Apr 20, 2016 18:52:41 GMT
Zoraba took a drink, not one he purchased but one he snatched from another patron, who at first wanted to object to the beverage burglary but was silenced with a snarl. He poured the spicy liquor into his gullet while the battle axe examined his crude drawing of Xylo. The elder woman had grabbed an empty glass bottle and used it as a eyeglass to help with her aging sight. Lise, who stood upon one of the bar stools glared at the woman in contempt "Boy, this one is off her rocker, I doubt she has any information on that thing's whereabouts."
The hag continued to pull the reeking bottle away and back again to her good eye, trying to get the image in focus. "¥
Do not question the abilities of those who have faught death so long Lise" Zoraba said as he looked at the bug like man with a side eye "Zoraba listens to your council and look how decrepit you appear" which the burly saiyan delivered with a snarling chortle.
That's when the door slammed open and crashed into the wall making a few of the Saiyans jump up, they would never get a quiet evening at this rate. Two bodies now adorned the floor, one a large male saiyan with a spiked strip of hair trying his best to wrestle a half naked female to the ground. Zoraba had turned to look back, not too surprised at the whole ordeal having made a similar entrance already. It appeared dramatics were a part of his people's culture.
He took a swig from another unattended drink while he examined the little flurry of fists from Zerori. His face was upturned in a wicked grin, he enjoyed her spunk and showed yet another example of the undying spirit of a female saiyan. The granny behind the counter had now lost her interest in the drawing as those two fell in, grabbing up a large mace that hung over the bar and bashing it down against the countertop. "Listen ere if you're going to have a bout, then don't be scorching my floors!" The hag not wanting Zerori clearly burning body to leave any marks on the fine dilapidated wooden boards.
When Zerori had gotten the upper hand Zoraba let out a cackle of enjoyment and reached up to his scouter, a piece of technology that did come in handy. He pressed a button as it began to read the fiery hot female's power level and it spread that information across the screen. Zoraba stared at it for a good minute before he took it off and looked the equipment over. "Over two hundred thousand? Zoraba would first believe that the gurgleet only had 5 mouths." he spat.
He stood back to his full height after leaning on the bar for so long and really attached the scouter to his ear "Brother, do you need a hand? It looks like she is ready to claim you" Zoraba spoke with a laugh before he grabbed up a half empty bottle of booze from yet another customer and tossed it at Zeori.
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Post by Zerori on Apr 21, 2016 8:12:17 GMT
For some reason, she just couldn’t tell if the floor was naturally redwood or if maybe she should stop punching this motherfucker. She didn’t really pay much attention to his face aside from watching with an almost loopy grin how his face would snap one way and then snap back the other. It was only when he seemed to not move much, his hands staggering a bit as he groaned at the pain upon his jaw and cheek bones. With her arm raised in the air, sluggishly hesitating she seemed to stop and look up at the call of an old crone at the head of the bar. Brandishing a mace and threatening her floors, Zerori’s face would simply be a mask of blank wrath – almost like she couldn’t quite understand her.
“You…What-?” And that was when she heard a figure near the bar. Looking up, she wasn't unable to quite tell how far away they were or how many there were for that matter.The inebriated saiyaness managed to get to one knee before she heard the sound of laughter and then a sharp impact against her skull.
Falling backwards onto her back, she felt her head smash against the floor in a loud ‘CRACK’ and for a moment – she only saw darkness. She’d blacked out temporarily.
From his place on the ground, struggling to get back on his feet, Potat held his ripped into jaw and shook his head. “By the power of Vegeta… the hell is that woman made of?” He said, though it came out more as ‘Byth-pwr uff Vetheda… th’hell issat wohman mayde uff?’ After all, his jaw did take a quite a beating and a couple piece of teeth were on the floor near where his face was. Looking up at the burley bastard that assisted him, he waved off his teasing insult, “Fuhck uff!” And went about trying to get back to his feet, almost falling a few times from the vertigo of his beating.
In the passing of those few moments, a low feminine groan could be heard as Zerori started to regain consciousness.
“Shhhhhhhit,” the hybrid hissed, one of her arms that laid outward coming up to grasp at anything nearby. Finding nothing, she eased a hand towards her face to check the throbbing for any blood. With a couple of sloppy wipes, she cracked open her eyes and looked at her hand. Nothing. Maybe a little booze. Good, she was stronger than whatever thing some bastard threw at her. Looking up from her hand she caught sight of a large male near a bar.
He didn’t have any bottle near him. That was all she cared to notice before she assumed he must have been the culprit.
Leaning forward, Zerori reached for a nearby table to pull herself up as she barked her demands at her next opponent, “Y’like playin’ ’meat-i-ater’, eh?” She tried to taunt, feeling like she maybe didn’t quite pronounce that word right but who the fuck cared? “Well, c’mon then!” Taking a step towards him, she almost stumbled over the Mohawk man as he regained his own composure and – in an act of frustration – she let out a grunt and in an impressive display of balance she raised a leg and thrust it into his ass.
She never thought a muscular man could look so beautiful as he was lain out against a table and groaned loudly at the pain against his tail. Apparently, she didn’t bother to aim…
Her next opponent forgotten for a moment, Zerori stared at the Mohawk with an amused smile as he rolled about in pain and just… couldn’t… help herself. Grasping at her sides, she doubled over in mirth and cackled in laughter as she watched his misery with sweet schedenfraude.
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Post by Zoraba on Apr 28, 2016 16:05:33 GMT
Zoraba let out another laugh as his whipped bottle smashed into the woman's skull. He had just attempted to toss her the booze and had expected her to catch it, but this outcome was just as if not more amusing. The burly man wiped his mouth while the Mohawk sporting male attempted to climb to his feet, though he appeared not to appreciate Zoraba's teasing.
Zerori soon followed, picking herself up while she latched onto a table. That's when she called out the beastly man who stood beside the bar, which only made Zoraba snickered under his breath. The whole production only grew more comedic as they rough and tough Saiyan floor mat was introduced to the boot of an inebriated she-monkey.
Zoraba quickly covered his eyes with a gloved mitt while grabbing at his aching ribs. "Zoraba cannot continue this, truly this must theatric." With deft fingers he wiped away tears of joy and shook his head, stepping his bare feet over to the pair and crunching broken glass beneath his soles. "My queen, what name do you use? Your friend, and you, are both humorous. Tell me, do you do this show in every bar?"
Zoraba reached down grabbing the quite broken man at his feet and clenching his digits around an armored strap. Hefting the man up off the ground and tossing him into an unoccupied chair. The crazed eyes of the feral male then turned back to Zerori. "You may call this one, Zoraba. Destine to rule the Galaxy."
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Post by Zerori on Apr 30, 2016 6:10:31 GMT
Entrapped by the mirth of her drunken stupor it took Zerori quite a few moments before she was able to find something resembling composure. Looking up with confused by also charmed expression, Zerori would tilt her head off to the side. “’Queen’? Y’musta got a screw loose cuz if I-“ She stopped, looking over at the man that was also addressed to wave him off with a grimace, “He’s a nobody,” She hiss softly.
This earned a heated gaze from the male as he looked over his shoulder and bared his teeth at her. “Whentch!”
Zerori, not one to ignore a jab at her being (even if she didn’t understand it) snapped back it. “Push-over!” And promptly took a step towards him to push at him again. However, balance and depth perception were quite damned. And she ended up almost tripping over herself as the male was picked up against his will and thrown into a chair. He would slam into it, giving a groan at the pain in his backside before just giving the fuck up and placing his bloodied and burning face against the table. He’d… wake up later and deal with hell later…
As for the saiyaness, she would be holding a hand to her head as the large male introduced himself to her. Looking at his face, which she could see a bit more clearly now and boy was he was a shocking visage to wake up to, Zerori would just blink before she mumbled. “Mm, Zerori,” Suddenly remembering what she was about to say, she leaned towards him and poked him in the chest like she was offended. “Oh yea! Like I was sayin’, if I was the Queen I’d have WAAAY bigger shows… I mean fights… I mean,” Giving a growl, she pinched the bridge of her nose. “Son of a bitch, my head hurts…”
Walking over to the bar, stepping on the glass that she only just barely noticed he was stepping on… barefoot, she took a seat closest to the barmaid. “Need a… another drink,” Brining a hand to her mouth it looked like she was about to quite honestly lose her last… ten? “I’mfine, really,” She tossed to the old axe. Throwing in extra assurances, she tried to turn her head to face Zoraba but would end up looking like she was about to fall off the chair. "Y'want somethin'? Like, a drink. I ain't offerin' nothin' else!"
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Post by Kizuki on Jul 14, 2016 2:16:22 GMT
Zoraba:
+3,583 PL
New Total: 13,775 PL
Zerori:
+1,092 PL
New Total: 351,533 PL
(WC: 1,636)
(Adding now.)
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