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Post by Capper Hofferson on Sept 12, 2016 2:39:06 GMT
CURRENT POWER LEVEL: 20 MULTIPLIERS: N/A GAIN BONUSES: N/A
TAGS:OOC NOTES: I'm not the best at starter threads, but I hope this suffices!
<< Previous Thread PLAYING NICE
The Eastern lands were Capper's main place of residence. He made two food trips into the city the past few days, all of which involved him bumping into an Earthling and being forced to socialize. It was a nightmare, despite some kindness being shown to him by an old man and strange snow leopard Zoanthrope, which were what those walking, talking animals were called. It had been a long year or so since the invasion. Capper had a grand total of only one pair of clothes, and only just made it when it came to food most of the time. There always was a lingering hunger, though.
Capper managed to stray into the Spinach Wastes after the was once again discovered by a human other than that rather nice Ayumu guy, and was forced to move. His armor and tracksuit were torn in some places and had some dirt smears here and there- he had the same clothes on for a whole week without washing them so far. It was unhygenic and the saiyan hated it, but he could not do much to change it. Most of the Earthlings were less than willing to help him, either way.
Capper had slept on a small haystack last night, which was surprisingly comfortable compared to the ground. The little saiyan child didn't have much to value on the Earth, but being here made him appreciate the little things. However, the Saiyan's scouter soon flickered on as he walked outside of the barn. Someone was nearby. Panic sunk in as Capper looked around, his scouter still calculating the newcomer's strength. He wanted to turn tail and run, but in the plain wastelands, there was nowhere for him to hide.
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Sept 12, 2016 4:17:57 GMT
A specific hybrid was consuming his time to train another. The hybrid was rather suppressed, albeit only to allow another to keep up with him. Before him, an unruly female Saiyan was trying her utmost best to strike this hybrid at least once. The two were rather far above the earthen soil beneath them; light shockwaves bursting into the atmosphere as they clashed. For once the hybrid was utilizing his knees to do combat, however that was the prominent sign that he wasn't being serious. "Come on! Fight back you asshole!"
"I would apologize, however I haven't been injured yet, as it seems."
"Fuck you!"
"Now that, I would apologize for; Phae's already gotten to that."
"Now that's uncalled for!"The hybrid husband Celmaru Waterfield felt a tug at his lips as the Saiyan Sister Potapo thrust her left fist towards her opponent's facial features. Unfortunately for the Saiyaness, a forearm intercepted the poor Saiyan's strike. Celmaru's upper limbs were held in a partially square shape, the upper right corner of the figurative square left to the open air. With the hybrid's right palm beneath his elbow, the warrior suddenly spun about, whacking the elder sibling in her respective side. "Gah! You're dead, halfbreed!"
"I would've been by now if I wasn't able to destroy planets."
"For Kai's sake you're unbearably sarcastic!"
"Only for you, Potapo."Potapo gasped in a brief pain as the hybrid retracted his knee. Leaning backwards, Celmaru floated away from his "opponent"; glancing downward to behold the view of another figure. A specifically green woman was preparing a minuscule sort of feast as the two waged battle against one another. However, the seaweed woman Phae Waterfield was also taking her time with a single task, albeit spectating the two sibling's match. 'Are you having fun, husband~?'
'Yes, I love listening to someone scream and swear profusely at me whilst I swiftly whittle them down.'
'Oh come now, husband.'
'I still can't accept this one as any sort of sibling.'
'In time, Celmaru~!'
'I may have become rather used to you being around, however this one might take far longer.'The female Saiyan swiftly struck again, her pointed boot implanting itself firmly betwixt the hybrid's abdomen. Celmaru only flinched for a moment, glaring upwards into the sibling's eyes. In that moment, Potapo realized she 'fucked up'. Two pure white orbs manifested themselves within the hybrid's palms; their size multiplying as each moment passed. The Saiyaness attempted to retreat, yet her boot was grasped with a glowing palm. With a brief squeal from the hybrid's sibling, Celmaru thrust his right palm forward as his left palm erupted in Ki. The opposing Ki Blast was shot point-blank into the Saiyan's facial features. As the two began to continue within their "battle", Phae had noticed a nearby signature; despite its lack of prominence. Shifting her gaze to face the direction of the signature, the seaweed woman slipped a telepathic message to the young Saiyan. Hoping that the strange signature would be a bit more friendly, Phae left him with a brief contact. 'Hello little one~! Would you like to join our picnic?'
Thread PL: 319,235! Ki Setting active! PL is currently 65,000! Phae's PL [25% Celmaru]: 79,808! Potapo is also with Celmaru and Phae! Her PL is currently 31,585! Here is your post, Capper Hofferson! owo And don't worry about starter post length, its not much to worry over around here! :3
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Post by Capper Hofferson on Sept 13, 2016 2:56:03 GMT
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Capper's scouter flicked as it detected not one, but two large power levels! There was a third one that was significantly less- around 30,000, and these were nothing compared to that of the woman that accompanied Ayumu, which was in the millions. Well, he chose a great spot to settle down, didn't he? Earthlings were slowly become less of a threat, and a confusing nuisance. Some were decant, like that Ayumu fellow and that cat lady he met in the city, but he still was not fond of the whole Earth. He didn't like Vegeta and its brash and arrogant Saiyan warriors that probably practiced evil laughs in the shower either, though. The only Saiyans there he liked were his family. they were good. The best, actually.
Capper was about to go back and baton down the hatches in the farmhouse he had made his new residence in, when someone hit him up with a familiar form of contact, telepathy. Flinching, but slipping into a rather pathetic and untrained battle stance, the saiyan looked around his surroundings, trying to spot whoever contacted him. 'H-Hey! I'm not that little, lady!- can you even see me?!' He didn't like being called little or cute- it was just a painful reminder of his incompetence at times. 'Is this a trap? Almost nobody on Earth would say that to a sai... Gah, nevermind!' But he couldn't turn down free food. Maybe it was okay? Ayumu was nice enough to give him some temporary shelter and food, so maybe this lady was okay? 'I...If you really want me over there, I guess. But you'd better not be near those two scary powers!'
Capper wasn't sure what to think of some of the Earthlings anymore. He knew if he assumed they were all evil, it would be just like how they all thought he was bad. And he could never stoop down to that level! A determined glint in his eyes, the Saiyan slipped out of his stance and waited for the woman's next words, his tail flicking around behind him. He just hoped he would not have to get caught in the fire between whoever was fighting over there...
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Sept 27, 2016 1:52:27 GMT
'Oh my no, little one~! I wasn't referring to your height, it was merely to you age! I'm not the youngest little lass to be found, you know~'
'And I can very well see you...rather clearly in fact~! You Ki is extremely visible among normal Humans, you know~'Despite her age and its immense numerical value, what she had told of it wasn't that much by comparison. Given that, she found herself more comfortable pretending to be younger than what she truly was. Regardless of this, the Saiyan's following comments only brought forth a rather amused giggle. The seaweed woman guided her palm to conceal her lips, the sound of laughter stifled betwixt her lips. 'Oh my my no, we wouldn't dare make such a nice day one with a trap~! And...I suppose my little suspicion was correct~...your Ki did feel rather Saiyan-like, after all~'
The comment about such 'scary powers' was inexcusably adorable to Phae. Despite Capper's Ki only being akin to a three year old Celmaru, the current Celmaru wasn't exactly the most terrifying being to exist. Potapo wasn't much to quiver over, as well. Neither of the Waterfield family members were particular intimidating, Saiyan or not; they have a certain quality about them. It was a dorky kindness, desperately hidden or not, that shined when others required a frantic assistance. That, of course, was Phae's interpretation of the family she once protected. 'None of them are very terrifying, dear, I promise~'Above the seaweed woman, a particular full-blooded Saiyan was then flung from the sky. An incoherent cry of rage emitted from Potapo as her frame was forcefully shot away. The Saiyaness' limbs outstretched hastily, a pulse of Ki ceasing her uncontrolled path. The winds rattled upon her flexed power. "Fight seriously you damned child!"
"I might be indeed the younger sibling, yet do you think your rash comments are any more mature than mine?"
"What sarcastic bitch did Pops breed with to make you, huh!?"
"..."The very mention of his Mother in a harmful tone...it wasn't preferable in the slightest. Resisting the urge to simply blast away the nuisance, the hybrid stood within the open atmosphere. The clearer oxygen of the Spinach Wastes was quite refreshing, at least compared to his parent's home is Satan City. Training out here would be nice every once and a while. Sniffing as if to dismiss the Saiyan's comment, Celmaru brought forth a pearly white aura. A flickering, enveloping light of Ki was manifested as the hybrid's power multiplied fourfold. "Don't insult my Mother, if you could. Actually...no."The hybrid shot forward, his visage disappearing into thin air; leaving Potapo rather confused. Not a single moment passed before the hybrid's voice echoed behind her. "I'm ordering you to never say such things again."Thrusting his palms forward, the hybrid wrapped his forearms about the Saiyaness' own upper limbs. Clutching her frame firmly, Celmaru began to lurch backwards; his weight shifting away to bring the Saiyan Sibling down to Earth. A light grunt was audible as the two were to soon descend. Only a slight, flinching 'eep' could be heard from the hybrid's opponent. "Here's one for Ayumu, for old time's sake. You surely remember him, don't you?"
"AYU-WHAT!?"
"...Nevermind."Apparently the wind within the Saiyan's ears were too much to allow normal hearing. Prior to the hybrid's escapades with Walker and the Super Saiyan 'legend', an encounter on a particular Arcosian's space station once housed this very Saiyan; her Ki proved that much. Disregarding the potential tripe or scandalous reasons to her residence there, the hybrid didn't bother to care. Neither of them were in any position to contest him about it, albeit anyone else may be proven unworthy against them. It was until a few moments later that Potapo found herself head-first within the soil. Celmaru, having released her just prior to impact, descended to the Earth's surface with a light utilization of flight. "So? Are you done for now?...Can we finally eat our lunch?"The hybrid folded his arms, awaiting an answer. Meanwhile, if Phae was oh so fortunate, she may have an adorable guest for this minuscule picnic.
I apologize for the wait, Capper Hofferson! DX Trained Potential activated! PL is currently 260,000!
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Post by Capper Hofferson on Sept 27, 2016 3:23:55 GMT
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TAGS:OOC NOTES: i love my small saiyan son. But feel free to take your time with posts, no rush! ouob << Previous Thread PLAYING NICE
Capper listened to Phae, still relatively annoyed about being called small. Age or height, it still was insulting! Cheeks puffed out, the saiyan let out another rather peeved telepathic message. 'Hey! I am SIXTEEN, going on seventeen soon!... I think. I'm still not little in that way!'
A beep was heard behind the saiyan after he tapped a button on his scouter, which had remotely activated one of his own Plexbit Droids. It was better bring along the little thing in case things got a little harsh, the robot could fight better than he could. Capper wasn't entierly sure why he was trusting a complete stranger. Ayumu and his companions had gotten to him more than he anticipated- but just because tehre were a few kind outcasts on Earth like there were technicians like himself on Vegeta, he would not be all goody-two-shoes for all the earthlings on the cruddy planet. Shaking his head, the saiyan voiced his main concern. 'Well none of those guys near 'ya better be one of those cloddy Earthlings that still have a vendetta against us Saiyans... You know the ones.'
Tapping his Scouter once more, the Saiyan found that the strange power in the distance had quadrupled! He had seen stronger, but even that strength could accidentally snap the weak boy like a twig. But to be frank, Capper had slowly grown used to being an ant in the world they lived in. He was pushed around a lot on Vegeta for being weak, but always had his mom and dad to kick his enemies to the moon and back. On Earth, he didn't really have anybody. Nonetheless, the saiyan wasn't a huge fan of social activities, but he had to get some food in his stomach, and no saiyan could push aside a free meal. Shaking his head, the saiyan stared in the direction of the three powers. "Stealth mode... don't fail me now." Capper spoke to himself before bounding off in Phae's direction, his drone companion in tow, but still unsure if he would make it out of this with his life.
The grass Capper had to trudge through was much to tall for him- only the tip of his spiky brown hair poked out of the tall grass. EVentually trudging through over to Phae, some grass near the woman would rustle for a moment before the small saiyan leaped out, shaking some grass burrs that had gotten stuck to him off. Opening his eyes after his scouter beeped, Capper noticed that that one giant power was right above them! "...Am I allowed to have second thoughts???" Capper spoke, some fear in his voice. He couldn't count all the times he got his butt kicked by people back on Vegeta. He had a rather strong distaste for the warrior-types on his planet, all arrogant about their strength and whatnot. They probably practiced evil laughs in the shower! Needless to say, Capper was shaking in his boots when Celmaru actually descended in front of the two of them. The fact that there was another person face-planted into the soil with some battle marks nearby. Oh boy- what did he get himself into? "Uhm... Hi."
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Oct 2, 2016 7:04:38 GMT
'Oh my~! You remind me of my husband when he was younger~'The seaweed woman clasped her facial features in the glee she was experiencing; this Saiyan was adorable! Phae shifted her position, placing herself atop the thick material beneath her feet. A deep blue, woolen blanket was spread across a specific area within a square perimeter. Upon the blanket, was a now-empty basket; simply weaved by a less-renowned craftsman in the village near the Waterfield residence. An immense plethora of foodstuffs, some even piling above the seaweed woman, was strewn about atop that very same material. It was then that the newfound Saiyan made note of a concern of his. 'Ah! You mustn't worry too much, my dear Saiyan~! Both my husband and our first guest are Saiyans themselves!'
'...And yes, I would know what kind of individuals you're speaking of.'
Phae guided her palms to her thighs, her form folded in a lax, yet formal seated position. Meanwhile, the hybrid stood as he beheld the sight of his half-sibling remaining partially buried. Muffled outcries could be audible, yet Celmaru could only imagine most of those being akin to mere curses. A weak, nervous voice suddenly sprung up; the hybrid blinking as he redirected his gaze. The second sight that Celmaru beheld today, of course, was another Saiyan...or at least a Saiyan-esque male.
"Oh...Hello."
Despite his lack of immediate vocal honesty upon the subject, the hybrid failed to notice Capper as he approached. Staring upon the minuscule Saiyan, Celmaru revealed his palm; only to stiffly wag it back and forth in a stiff wave. Tucking away his Trained Potential, the hybrid guided his recently revealed palm, extending its respective thumb to point towards Potapo.
"...So have you ever wanted to pick a Saiyan out of the ground?"
Within the few moments he awaited a response, Celmaru took a brief scan over the newcomer's frame. Saiyan armor, seemingly a more custom model or set, a surprisingly darker color palette than usual. Most armors from the SSE were usually burgundy, or even scarlet in color, often accompanied by white. The visor was a bit unorthodox, as well as the-
"Oh come now. You could've at least tried to hide that thing."
A Solar Saiyan Empire emblem was entirely visible atop this warrior's breastplate. The hybrid furrowed his brow, an odd conglomeration between disappointment and haphazard concern.
"You're fortunate to be alive on a planet filled with warriors such as us. The SSE isn't very popular on Earth, if you haven't noticed by now. Since that's the legion you've aligned yourself with...supposedly...I'm not going to be misleading you on what you're looking at. If that visor is a scouter of any kind...take a few moments to take a measure."
Celmaru paused, guiding his palm to conceal his lips, albeit with a clenched fist. Within that singular moment, the hybrid cleared his throat; unleashing what suppressed energy he had condensed within himself. A brief rupture within the nearby foliage and grasses signified the subtlety of his released power. A thin burst of loose debris and dust was the only immediate evidence near Capper that would make noticeable note of his Ki increase. Finally...it didn't require so much incessant shouting.
"...I can do more if you so wish, but this is what you'd have to deal with if I figure out that you're gathering information for the SSE, understood?"
Shifting his weight to spin upon his heel, the hybrid began to take a sort of stride away, planning on returning to Phae for their meal. Once again ceasing his movement to pause, an inquiry was made; one akin to what the seaweed woman had given the newfound Saiyan.
"Would you like to join me and my wife for lunch? I'm sure she's packed a ton for today."
Ki Setting has been removed! PL is now 319,235! Trained Potential deactivated! PL has returned to normal! Capper Hofferson
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Post by Capper Hofferson on Oct 4, 2016 20:38:59 GMT
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Capper looked up at the man after he greeted him, hesitantly returning a small wave. Looking behind the adult to see what he was ponting at, Capper eyed the faceplanted saiyan behind them. Okay, what happened here? He was a little curious, but decided it was best to leave the subject alone for now. When he was asked if he ever wanted to yank a saiyan out of the ground, Capper's head jerked back a little, but he just responded with a hesitant shrug, speaking in his usual timid, but blunt tone. " ...Not particularly. But I can't say that I'm not new to this. " He had to drag his mother out of a few fights even she could not win. Honestly, Capper felt like he was the only sane saiyan back on Vegeta.
Capper continued to eye the half-buried saiyan, trying to use the context clues he had to piece together what happened. The fact that Celmaru was silently observing him passed by the saiyan boy. 'Let's see here, super strong guy, weak saiyan probably dead in the ground- yuuuuup, probably a fight. Definitely a fight... Good job Capper.' Capper mentally spoke to himself, sarcastically applauding himself for being the next one to wind up faceplanted into the earth.
Soon enough, the still nameless saiyan beside him seemed a little annoyed, asking if he could have at least hid... something. What? Looking around, Capper seemed confused for a moment. He didn't have anything with him... That was, until he looked down at his chest plate, remembering he had the SSE's insignia on it, triggering a quick 'oh shit' reaction in Capper's mind as his expression tightened and sank a little. Fear was the prominent emotion in the saiyan's face as he hesitantly eyed Celmaru as he spoke. Well, being alive at this point as a miracle for sure, especially for someone as frail as Capper. But he wouldn't exactly call being alive a fortune- while he had a primal fear of death and dying, he should have died a year ago during the Invasion.
Tilting his head to the side when Celmaru asked him to measure his strength, Capper was about to tap his scouter in response when the saiyan hybrid began to power up, causing the saiyan to jump back as numbers climbed on his scouter. " Eep! " Capper let out a yelp, taking a few steps back as his spiky hair fluttered a little in the wind generated by the power up. The saiyan measured his power at a whopping total of 319,235 when his scouter began to spark a little. He really had to fix the measuring systems on this thing sooner or later- after measuring Hana's power, they had been a little... touchy. Quickly turning off the measuring function before it could combust, Capper took a few deep breaths as he looked at Celmaru once more, swallowing hard. " P-please d-don't do that again, I-I need this thing to see! " he'd respond. He needed a pair of glasses to aid his short sight, and his scouter did work as such as well as a measuring device, and a communicator.
Capper nodded quickly at the threat of that power being used against him if he was gathering information for the Solar Empire. Just to increase his chances of living, he'd speak once more in a nervous, yet factual tone. " O-okay, But s-still, I-I couldn't even contact them if I w-wanted to! So, uh, p-please don't kill me." "I-- uh-- well.. Still! Even with your previous power, you can still snap me like a twig, I-I'm not suppressing my power or anything, I swear! "
As soon as the man asked him if he wanted to have some food with him and Phae, Capper took a few steps back, shaking his head once. " N-no thank you, I REALLY have to uh... go repair my robots! Yeah, that! So if you will excuse me... " He turned around to head back to his barn, only to stop in his tracks when his stomach protested, letting out a loud roar. Turning his head so he could just barely eye the oh so tantalizing and overflowing basket of food, Capper gave in to his hunger. " ...Screw it. " Letting out a quick huff and walking over with a slumped posture, Capper could quickly hop down onto the woolen, navy blue blanket. Folding his arms, he looked at Phae with a curious expression as he tried to suppress his fears for now. " So, uh, what's for lunch, lady?... And should I be concerned about Miss-Face-In-The-Floor over there? "
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Oct 11, 2016 0:01:15 GMT
"Alright then."Twas the only response Celmaru gave the minuscule Saiyan. Removing Potapo from her only moments of muffled outcries would be rude, surely. The comment that followed, that regarding the Saiyan's need for that massive lens, gave the hybrid pause. Celmaru had never seen a multi-purpose scouter; particularly one that could be utilized as bifocals. "...I recommend getting contacts then. Relying on such feeble technology on Earth isn't a very wise decision."Noting Capper's frantic and undeniably nervous words, the hybrid lessened his furrowed brows for a moment. From his stammering statements to his supposedly non-suppressed power, Celmaru could only be taken aback when Capper assumed that he'd prepare to murder him. The hybrid's lips parted to release a retort for a single moment, yet firmly pressed together once more. The hybrid would only shake his head; assumptious to the worst it seems. A bit of a nostalgic sensation...one that brought the hybrid to his childhood once more. Fortunately, a significant lack of murder was involved at the time. "Just because I'm often considered powerful doesn't mean I'm going to murder every little thing. I don't prefer the SSE, however its more over who your leader is rather than those who follow her. If you support Zucceta, fine. If you support the SSE, fine. Just don't make any attempts to destroy Earth for any of them; you'd likely find yourself murdered then."Upon the mention of robotics that required maintenance, the hybrid had begun stepping away by then. "Suit yourself then, soldier-"The roaring blare of the minuscule Saiyan's stomach invaded the hybrid's eardrums. That was a clear disambiguation from a Human and a Saiyan; their appetite. A diluted Saiyan's blood could very likely still bear a similar effect, yet it would still not be akin to a true warrior's hunger. Celmaru found brief amusement as Capper rushed over towards the foodstuffs, his posture and demeanor reflecting how he felt about his stomach's unfortunate timing. "I see you've met my husband~! Hopefully he didn't give you much trouble."
"I've certainly intimidated him easily enough. Its a bit strange how easily he became frightened of me."
"Well, he's likely visiting from Vegeta, is he not?"
"Looks like it, given that he hasn't bothered to conceal that SSE emblem."Celmaru would take a seat beside the seaweed woman as they both brought out extra sections of meat and varying cuts of miscellaneous foodstuffs; vegetables and even various colors of fruit. Dragging a slab of dinosaur meat off of a nearby plate, the hybrid began consuming his acquired food swiftly as Phae continued their conversation. "Oh my no, Potapo can handle herself~, she is my husband's sibling, after all!"
"A damn half-sister that my Father never told me about-"
"Anyway, we have plenty to eat, so help yourself~!"A wholehearted grin would tug at Phae's lips as she concluded her speech. A hope that Capper wouldn't soon flee was egging at the seaweed woman's thoughts, and even a slight curiosity was stirring. A Saiyan such as this one would surely have a purpose besides combat or training, yes? Capper Hofferson
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Post by Capper Hofferson on Oct 11, 2016 23:03:49 GMT
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Before he walked over to the picnic, Capper tilted his head at the mention of "contacts." He had tried using those, but they always made his eyes itchy! Plus, he could measure powers with his scouter, and contact others that were nearby that also had a method of technical communication. It was a multipurpose tool Capper spent months tinkering with back on Vegeta. As a custom model, his Scouter was something Capper was actually still proud of, and cherished. "...Nah. I made this thing myself- it has... sentimental value. 's all I have left of home." Capper's face visibly sank when he thought of home. Gods, he missed his mom and dad. Shaking off the crippling homesickness, Capper shook his head and looked back at Celmaru.
Capper's posture closed when the hybrid warrior spoke once more, tail between his legs. He had leaned forward a little when he reassured him he wouldn't go on a killing spree, like some saiyans would with that power. Capper didn't fully support the SSE's ideals or their leader, but it was the best place a saiyan could be, in Capper's opinion. Letting out a quick whimper when Celmaru threatened him with death. Shivering a little, the saiyan shook his head, clenching his fists and leaning forward. "B-b-but you just said you wouldn't kill me!!" Looking over to Phae and mouthing a quick "help me", Capper would then proceed to try to strut away and fix his robots, but gave into hunger.
Sitting down and eyeing the food, the saiyan's mouth watered for a moment, before he tried to suppress his hunger. He was eating with other people, here- his father always told him to have some table manners instead of wolfing down everything! Celmaru and his wife conversed a little bit, mentioning how Capper could be visiting from Vegeta. Sitting down with his arms crossed, tail raised straight up, and his knees pressed against his chest, Capper's cheeks puffed out a little in annoyance as he spoke, irritated due to a multitude of things. "I wouldn't say I'm visiting at this point..." He was more or less surviving at this point instead of visiting.
Capper leaned forward, eyeing the food inside the bag. He was a picky eater, unlike most saiyans. While peeking through the pile of treats and trying to find something to suit his fancy, Capper would speak with a shrug when Phae mentioned that this "Popato" could handle herself. Well, more food for him with one less person! "Well, I'll take your word for it for now..." Capper spoke, rolling his eyes for a moment while still rummaging through the basket. However, he stopped in his tracks when Celmaru spoke again. Taking a deep breath in, Capper turned his head around, speaking in a confused tone. "Oh my god, there's that word again. What does a barrier that holds back water have to do with a half-sister?" What would a dam have to do with anything in this conversation? There were a few words Capper never understood, and his parents never bothered to explain it to him for some reason. A memory tugged at the saiyan's brain for a moment, as he faintly recalled a moment from his early childhood back on Vegeta...
Awhile back, a seven-year-old Capper had elected to stay in his father's bar during the day with him, and helped the father saiyan work. It was a huge step forward for the antisocial child, and his father couldn't be prouder of the little one. One evening, everything was going swimmingly until a two-foot-tall little saiyan pulled at the elder warrior's pant leg, demanding his father's attention NOW. The bartender excused himself from the customer he’d been talking to and knelt beside his son. "What is it, Cap?" The father inquired to his son.
"Daddy..." Capper began in his squaeky voice, eyes bright and shimmering with a childish curiosity. "What's a titty?"
...The father saiyan took a very deep breath in and out.
Back in the present, Capper merely sat, staring at nothing in particular. He still did not know what that word meant, to this day.
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Nov 11, 2016 5:36:12 GMT
'Just don't force me to utilize anything beyond my basic form, and that lens isn't likely to shatter.'The brief telepathic message, received or not, would ring within the hybrid's mind as he strode away. With Capper's following retort, that regarding his own life; it unfortunately evident that a misunderstanding had occurred. It was this that enacted another telepathic message. 'I didn't say by my hand, did I? You'd have more immense issues besides myself...such as a rather tall tree.'It twas only a vague mention, however Walker was still a particularly avid fan of despising the SSE. Among the three known members of the Wild Hunt, the demonic tree known as Walker was one to have a known lack of patience for incompetent Saiyans; especially SSE drones, grunts, etc. Capper was fortunate to have encountered a mere earthling hybrid; one with mercy to spare, in comparison to others. It was later, as the couple were beginning to dive into their immediate foodstuff storage, that the youngling's naiveté would become both distinct, yet equally misleading. Upon a glance, the Saiyan could appear cowardly and frail...yet another glance could allow one to note intellect and yet merely an innocent ignorance. With his first comment, came Capper's more insinuated "naiveté". "Perhaps you found permanent residence? Its not like the entire planet is anti-Saiyan, you know."Phae, at this moment, suspected her husband of knowing greater than what was let upon Capper. There have indeed been cases of which Saiyans crash-land atop Earth's crust; soon remaining stranded...for some ungodly reason...within the planet's masses as citizens. Celmaru's own Father was a partial inclusion to this sort of case. A haphazard tear into the remaining dinosaur meat returned the seaweed woman to reality, specifically as Capper spoke of his evident lack of understanding. "Oh my...well, the term 'd-a-m' is what you refer to. My husband here...""Its a term utilized as a curse, or swear. 'D-a-m-n' is how its been commonly spelled. Previously utilized in the phrase 'Damn you' or 'Damn you to Hell', or 'Suffer damnation', etcetera. Albeit still used in more religious phrases and phrasing, more secular phrases can just as swiftly make use of the alternative term out of many other swears and/or curses.""Y-Yes."As accustomed to such terms as Phae was; it was still somewhat discomforting to officially explain them. Clearing her throat, the seaweed woman brought forth more food, upon equally massive platters, for Capper to choose from. These were far more complicated dishes, however were particularly flavorful; hopefully the Saiyan would agree, if he were to savor them. Capper Hofferson , feel free to take any liberties upon what sort of dish(es) Phae happened to make! Something to entice Capper into eating, perhaps? owo ...I also apologize (once again, out of likely many more times to come) for the delay. ;-;
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Bing Gan
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Post by Bing Gan on Dec 6, 2016 7:54:28 GMT
Capper Hofferson, your Word Count is 2619 and your Zeni Gains are: 3,456! Previous Zeni: 6,573 > NEW Zeni: 10,209! Celmaru Waterfield, your Word Count is 2,793 and your PL Gains are: 2,420! Previous PL: 342,927 > NEW PL: 345,347!
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