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Post by Collan Vixen on Sept 27, 2016 17:09:36 GMT
(Thread PL: 3,868) (Heavy Weights equipped, reducing PL to: 967)
Out in the forest, It was the late afternoon. The sun was setting, Collan was taking this beautiful time to train. Especially since he had finally gotten used to wearing the shirt. He could properly move now, which was a big relief. He'd be throwing punches at kicks on some helpless trees.
He wasn't going at his best though, just a simply trying to hone his skills. "Hyaaaaa!" Collan shouted, charging at another tree. Throwing a punch straight for it. Putting a large hole through the tree. He felt great! He knew he was slowly getting to the power he needed! Collan needed to bring out that hero that was in him someday.
Though it was obvious it wasn't happening anytime soon, especially with his current win/loss record. But that didn't matter at the moment, not while that was still up to change.
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Post by Fleece on Oct 2, 2016 15:43:47 GMT
 Reward Type: Zeni
Modifiers: 10% bonus (racial)
Fleece had never been a big fan of the west, there was no bamboo and it smelled funny. He had resigned himself to a generous helping of leaves as he sat atop a treetop, waiting for the day to pass him by. Things had been boring as of late, and a business meeting in the capitol had failed to pan out. Money made the world go round, and Fleece didn't have enough to really make his paw print on the world.
As he sat, watching the sunset on a thick tree branch, he felt the impact of someone charging into his perch. The branch that he was on shook, and the zoanthrope looked down to see a young man with pointed hair. Squinting his eyes, Fleece tried to figure out what it was that the kid was doing. He lifted his hands up to his sunglasses, pressing a concealed button to get a read of the guy's power level. It was quite a bit stronger than an average person, though still under one thousand. Pondering for a moment, Fleece nodded and decided on a course of action.
Raising his hands up and pressing them together, the panda disappeared in a small puff of smoke. In his place, a white haired saiyan with black elite armor appeared. Within moments, he jumped down in front of the trainee.
"Salutations," Fleece said. "I am Bambo, totally awesome saiyan elite, and I have decided to grace you with my presence today,"
"For a small donation, I can bring you to the next level and show you an ultimate technique!" Bambo said to the boy. Swindling people was always a pretty easy way to make money.
Collan Vixen Don't worry, I don't want any OOC zeni! I'll get zeni from my thread reward xD. 3k pl
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Post by Collan Vixen on Oct 2, 2016 16:02:22 GMT
As he continued to train, someone had appeared out of nowhere, Collan had almost hit him! But thankfully he stopped himself before he could do any damage to this new comer. Almost instantly, the man had started to talk. He claimed to be a saiyan elite, and said that for some zenni, he could teach Collan a new technique. While Collan did lose common sense some times, he did go to school, as well as learn the biology of Saiyans from his mother. "...You think I'm an idiot don't you? I wasn't born yesterday. If you were a Saiyan, much less an elite...you wouldn't have white hair." Collan would attempt to sweep kick the man. If the sweep kick hits Bamboo (Fleece) then he'll follow up by aiming a Ki blast at him, but won't fire it.
On the other hand, if the sweep kick doesn't land. Collan will jump back, getting into a fighting stance. But no matter what happens, Collan will say this. "You do know it's a crime to cheat people out of their money...therefore you'll be punished with a beating from me."
I usually wouldn't say this Fleece but thank the lord for school and it's knowledge |
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Post by Fleece on Oct 2, 2016 16:19:24 GMT
Bambo's eyes widened as he was tripped by a sweeping kick. Not expecting a tussle, he was woefully unprepared. Luckily, the movements of the man were somewhat slowed by the weights he was wearing. Although he did fall, Bambo didn't really feel any pain beyond a small sting on his bottom. Then, the young man moved to charge a ki blast at the panda-saiyan, accusing him of being a faker.
"What insolence!" Bambo replied. "But I applaud your diligence... my mother was a war trophy. One of those Kagami,"
It was a real thing that Fleece knew about. You didn't play the game this long without knowing a few slippery ways out of having your cover blown. Collan might have been familiar with the slave race that often accompanied saiyans. Unfortunately it would also raise more suspicion depending on how knowledgeable he was, as a hybrid would rarely be considered for an elite status.
"Last chance," Bambo said standing up, nonchalantly ignoring the ki that he was holding in his hand. He raised up his fists as if he were ready to do fisticuffs. "Buy now, you won't like the free lesson I am about to give you if you don't!"
Collan Vixen xD
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Post by Jax Punchlust on Oct 2, 2016 21:00:03 GMT
CURRENT POWER LEVEL: 17,892
THREAD POWER LEVEL: 13,419 (Weights in use) MULTIPLIERS: Light Weights GAIN BONUSES: 25%
"Pft, like you have anything to teach the kid..."
Appearing from behind the two white pretty boys (man, it seemed like the planet kept getting populated with more and more of these guys lately), was Jax, who had overheard the two's conversation. He had been trying to find a new place to set up as a temporary training spot, having recently gotten back into the whole "fighting vagabond" thingy he kept forgetting he was supposed to be doing. He happened to have been trying to do a new training based on the "Saiyans" he kept overhearing were such powerful and feared warriors throughout the galaxy, and since that was essentially the role Jax wanted to fulfill for himself, he thought maybe co-opting some of their culture and lifestyle choices would make him stronger. The problem with that, however, was all he knew about their race was that they had tails and were filled some magic monkey DNA, or at least something along those lines. It was because of this highly misguided thinking he had been trying to make a new work-out spot in the trees, and was currently in the middle of failing in every way with a couple of pull-ups, when he saw one of the space monkeys trying to sell his talents to another fighter. Immediately, Jax's mind sprung to action, thinking up ways about how he could get the alien primate to share his secrets to him, or at the very least, make some monkey off the sucker kid. Letting go of his grasp, he fell down next to the two of them, slightly bending both of his legs in the process. After (mostly) recovering from his fall, he approached the two fellow fighters, and put his plan into action.
"Kid, I'm a master fighter and big time celebrity, whose known for my super-hip marital arts skills! WA-POW!" He punched the air, as if to show his mastery of over his fighting abilities, but even his poorly-matained body didn't have enough muscle to fight back against the forest's gentle breeze, which nudged his arm from side to side. Undeterred, Jax went over and handed the teen a spare business card that he found in his pocket, which happened to have all of his fighting experience on it. "So yeah, I'm a pretty big deal. Hey, how about you pay me to train you? I bet it'll be much more worth your time..."
A smirk stretched so wide on Jax's face, appearing as if it was about to leap off his own face. It was here where he'd put his plan truly in motion, and so subtly trick the spaceman into spilling all he needed to know to become the universe's biggest and baddest fellow. Pointing to the more hairy and well-amoured of the two with his thumb, he made his move.
"...unless you, sir, are willingly to share some SUPER SECERT SPACE TRAINING TECHNIQUES of your's to prove that you are, in fact, a more apt teacher, worth this here youngster's hard earned zeni!"
It took more of a toll then it probably should of for Jax to not start burst out laughing right then and there. His plan was one of the most thought-out, fool-proof schemes he had ever encountered. He had the tailed vegetable right where he wanted him.
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Post by Collan Vixen on Oct 2, 2016 21:15:48 GMT
Heavy Weights are un-equipped! Raising PL to 3,868
Just as Collan was about to attack the fake Saiyan, someone else came out of nowhere! Someone who works with this faker!? No...it was n't that...it was worse...a man with a ugly face in purple clothing! "Waaah!" The appearance of this man had caused Collan to jump, staying back from him.
When he began talking, it seemed he just wanted to trick Collan out of his Zenni as well! How many people wanted to take young one's Zenni!? He just watched as this man started challenging the fake Saiyan, laughing for some reason. He wanted to call him insane, but when he had taken the time to sense this man's energy, it seemed he outclassed the fake. But he didn't look like he'd beat him physically.
He didn't want to kill the man, or the fake Saiyan for that fact. But they both are trying to trick people out of their money, so he did what would be the most smart thing to do. He had taken off his Heavy Weighted under shirt, and tossed it at the disgusting looking man. "Hold this please!"
If it hit's the man, then he's trapped on the ground from not being used to Heavy Weights, and Collan charges at the fake Saiyan. Throwing his red beam known as the Sinjin to launch him far off! But if the man dodges the the weighted shirt, then he's sent flying along with the fake Saiyan.
KP: 2/3 Used Sinjin [N1] for 300 (Sinjin is made for knock back, not damage).
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Post by Fleece on Oct 3, 2016 4:15:03 GMT
Fleece winced as the sharp dressed man dropped from out of nowhere. Fleece rubbed his transformed eyes, trying to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. The panda looked at the man blankly as he challenged his saiyan alter ego- Bambo, to show off secret techniques.
“J-JimJohn Fightingman?” Bambo said excitedly, clapping his hands together in a very un-saiyan way. “I am like... your biggest fan!”
Perhaps Fleece, who was a young adult by the time that the JimJohn show had seen the light of day, should have been embarrassed by admitting he was a fan of the show. It was made for kids after all, but he had been a big fan.
“I mean um… Hah! You think I would show off my super elite space techniques for free? These are the creme of the crop, and I can’t just show them off for free. Even for such a revered star such as yourself! But maybe if you showed me a few of your awesome techniques I could…”
Suddenly, the boy had thrown his weight at JimJohn and Fleece felt the impact of sinjin. With its force, Fleece was sent flying aback into a nearby clearing, until he hit a nearby tree. Hurt, but not tooooo badly, Fleece stood up.
“What was that for you fool?” Bambo yelled, scratching his head after peeling himself from the tree. “That is it! I am going to have to reveal one of my super secret techniques, just you wait!”
Then, Fleece stared at his attacker and began to slightly crouch and clutch his fists together. Although he appeared to be powering up, no energy of any sort seemed to emit from the “saiyan”. Not a single drop. Still, Bambo made a grunting noise that would sound as if he were powering up a very seriously powerful technique.
“You better just leave some zeni and get out of here kid, last chance!”
Jax Punchlust LAST CHANCE, GIVE MONNIES (Not actually charging anything)
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Post by Jax Punchlust on Oct 3, 2016 12:08:52 GMT
For a brief moment, Jax was taken aback by how excited the space warrior had gotten with his presence, but slowly realized that of course he knew who he was. His show was immensely popular, maybe on planet Vegetable, or whatever that planet's name was, they had been selling bootleg copies of the show. It always did surprise him how his time as "JimJohn" had such a wide effect on the world, and made him sort of long for those days in the spotlight. Before he could properly get what he he wanted from the spaceman, a pair of heavy clothing was thrown in his direction. Using his super talented fighter senses, he was able to dodge the maneuver, and yes is what he was doing, not tripping backwards and falling before the weights could properly cover him. No, not at all. After flinging his clothing at the purple wonder, the adolescent decided to add insult to injury, projecting a red blast that sent Jax's body careening back against his will into the ground, the surface breaking thanks to impact with the lanky man child.
"Well, er, that didn't go as planned." Throwing himself into the air and landing on his feet, Jax's tried to brush off the damage. At the very least, the knock back somehow unbent his legs, so he was grateful for that. He was disappointed that the kid had started to run off, as he was in desperate need for zeni, but he wasn't going to go chase the teen down and force him to give him money. He had hope he was going to show him a basic move or two, get some money, and be on his marry way. It always seemed that whenever he tried to plan something, it found a way to fall apart on him.
"That was a bit bogus. But hey, since you're here, alien man, wanna show me some moves?"
He looked over to the Saiyan, standing in an awkward pose and making some odd grunting noises, as he started to threaten the youngster. Now, if there was one thing Jax couldn't stand, it was a bully, and it appeared like this guy was a pure A class in that department. A part of him wanted to hold back, and let him at least get a move or two out there so he could learn the ways of the spacemen, but no, justice was calling, and it was calling for him to raise his fists in their name.
"MAN FROM ABOVE THE STARS, STAND DOWN!" Jax tried to make a "J" with his arms, hoping it'd be a pose that would strike fear into his enemy, but it just came off as a lop-sided T. "IF YOU ARE WANTING TO USE SOME COOL NON-EARTH POWERS, USE THEM ON ME! FOR I WILL NOT LET YOU HARASS THIS WHIPPERSNAPPER NO LONGER, FOR I, JAX PUNCHLUST, AM THE EMBODIMENT OF JUSTICE, AND AM READY TO SET YOU ON A PATH OF GOOD, EVEN IF I MUST DO SO PEACEFULLY WITH VIOLENCE. SO ARE YOU READY TO GET DOWN AND JIGGY WITH IT, DUDE?!!"
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Post by Collan Vixen on Oct 3, 2016 12:32:06 GMT
Oh lord they're fighting. He had thought to himself. To be perfectly honest, Collan literally a million better things to do. So this was probably the best chance he was going to get to leave. So he waited for a bit watching them, until he finally charged for his weighted shirt and picked it up. Flying off into the distance.
"No one's taking my Zenni!" He shouted as he left the area as fast as he could.
Exit post, don't think there's much I can do.
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Post by Fleece on Oct 3, 2016 15:53:42 GMT
While Bambo was charging his super secret special space technique, JimJohn shouted out a profession of self sacrifice. It was as noble as Fleece had expected the childhood hero to be, standing up for the weak in the face of the greatest terror in the galaxy. JimJohn had even been as noble as to spare the kiddo from his vindication after he had attacked him. He was a truly virtuous man. However, Fleece could not back down now, not with the stakes so high. It had also seemed that his intimidation technique had paid off, the kid had fled. JimJohn had revealed his true name, Jax Punchlust, which he had recalled from the credits of the show.
“Hah! That is right, coward! Flee before the might of Bambo!” Bambo yelled at the hybrid as he turned tail and fled the scene. He couldn’t blame the kid, he was out of his league here. But it looked like the hybrid had forgotten the most important thing. “HEY KID WHAT ABOUT MY ZENI!?”
Frowning, Bambo continued to flex as if he were charging.
“JimJohn, ermm… I mean Jax, you have cost me some zeni today! How could you do that to me? Don’t you care about your biggest fan’s livelihood?” Bambo called out. His feelings were mixed now, fate had put him up against one of his biggest heroes.
“Well prepare yourself, I will now reveal my super secret out of this world technique, prepare to be amazed!”
With that, his “charging” appeared to stop. With a puff of smoke, a tommy gun made from a sleek black metal alloy appeared in the saiyan’s hand.
“Ultra Secret Saiyan warrior technique, Tommy Gun Surprise!” Bambo yelled out as he began to pull the hair trigger. A flurry of bullets charged with small inklings of ki began to fly towards the hero. Fleece felt awful about using this technique on a childhood hero.
Jax Punchlust using magic mat to make a gun, using a basic attack equivalent to a ki blast.
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Post by Jax Punchlust on Oct 3, 2016 18:31:02 GMT
"You'll must realize how completely useless you're maneuvers are against someone with righteousness on their side!" Standing upright with his chest puffed out as much as possible, the bursts of ki were deflected in various directions, appearing to have no effect on Jax besides maybe making his nipples moderately hard. He wasn't sure if that was an effect from the attack or not though, he just had very sensitive nipples. He was a bit let down, he was hoping the Saiyan had some big maneuver to put out there. At least then he could go off and make his own off brand copycat version of the attack. Oh well, for now he had virtue to spread. "I'm sorry, but I cannot help you. If you really are a fine of mine, you should know the morales and code of manliness I live my life by. Now, if you are doing showing your moves, let me show you what this groovy papa has in store for you."
Rushing through the air in a split-second, becoming only a purple blur to the human eye, he positioned himself in front of the extraterrestrial, his left hand bent outwards in such a way that his next action was quickly apparent.
"Maybe I can force the ways of evil out of your soul and make it fresh and funky...."
With a single movement, Jax let all his force along with his arm, aiming his hand for a good old slap.
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Post by Fleece on Oct 4, 2016 4:19:29 GMT
 “What? My tommy gun technique had no effect?” Bambo said with a growl. His trump card had failed him, usually bullets tended to maim his opponents, but they bounced off of Jax as if they were nothing. Jax declared that his righteousness had protected him from the bullets. “O-Of course, episode season 2 episode 3…”
For the longest time, Fleece had gone astray from the code of manliness. Was it the high school kids who bullied him for being a fat panda? Was it the violent shows on television? Or was it perhaps that Fleece was just born rotten to the core? Whatever the case, (probably a mix of all three), he had fallen astray from the path of vindictive righteous justice. He stood now against one of his digital role models in the flesh, starring the villain in what would be considered a bad filler episode that involved panda shapeshifters if it were being aired.
Fleece was unable to respond the the ultra speed of Jax, feeling the sting of a slap across his face that sent him flying backwards. With his focus lost, Fleece lost control of his form. Laying on the ground now was the true Fleece in all of his panda glory, still wearing a suit and tie. Had he been exercised from evi by the bitch slap of justice? It didn’t seem like it.
“I could never be redeemed, I have stolen too many lunches to be pure and righteous!” Fleece yelled as he stood up. In an instant, the panda’s suit poofed out of thin air and was replaced with boxing shorts and gloves, his white chest exposed.
“You don’t mess with the Fleece!” Fleece yelled as he swung a wild haymaker at his opponent.
Jax Punchlust true form revealed!
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Post by Jax Punchlust on Oct 4, 2016 21:55:18 GMT
Jax was surprised by his opponent's memorize of his show's episodes. Not even him, the overwhelming handsome and talented star of the show, knew such information offhand. He had to admit to himself he was disappointed that the monkey man could turn out so corrupted in his morales, however, even after watching so much of his program. Maybe the space bootleg he watched corrupted the original translation's meaning? It didn't matter, because either way, he was here now, terrorizing teens in the woods and trying to trick them out of their hard earned zennis.
Even more to Jax's surprise was the effect that his "slap of funky freshness" had on the spaceman. The fact his enemy was sent back flying was to be expected, but the reveal of their true form came as a surprise. His jaw literally hit the ground, an acting effect that he learned that required him to lean most of his body properly over, as he gasped in awe of the recent turn of events.
"Y-You're not a space monkey! You're a...a...SPACE PANDA?!!"
Never before had Jax heard about space pandas. Sure, the planet was full of various talking and walking normal pandas, that's fine, that was a natural everyday occurrence. But space pandas? He felt lied to, as this was clearly some imposter trying to appear out as some superior warrior race, lying to everyone about their true nature. He also likely had no special techniques for Jax to rip off either, expect maybe the rather rad ability to suddenly change it's outfit of some fancy business suit into a pair of tight but equally fashionable and threatening boxing shorts, a pair of boxing gloves materializing alongside it. Now that could be useful to Jax in the future.
But before he could properly admire the pandaman's clothing-switcharoo expertise, the fur-covered foe of evil threw a punch at his face. Caught off-guard, he went to grab the glove right before it's hit landed, staring his enemy in the yes as he did so. If his protective maneuver was quick enough, he would retract his grasp, and return the attack with an energy blast to the panda's gut as swiftly as possible.
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If haymaker is blocked, Jax will use Kinkyori Enerugīken in response
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Post by Fleece on Oct 5, 2016 4:43:25 GMT
Fleece’s eyes were angry as he threw his haymaker, having gotten quite worked up over being disrespected by a slap. If it weren’t for the fact that this was JimJohn Fightman, he’d probably be even more angry. Still, his fist didn’t prove to be enough, as the hero caught his fist and his stomach was met with a stinging purple blast of energy. The sensation of heat was by far one of the most unpleasant things that he had felt in recent memory.
Once again, Fleece was sent flying, although this time his condition didn’t appear to be so good. For a moment, he lay on the ground, a strange smiley face imprint left in bald patches on his white belly hair that had been exposed to the blast. Had the panda been defeated? It certainly appeared to be so.
Jax Punchlust technically, that was enough to incapacitate Fleece. With your permission, i'd love to activate intense struggle and keep it going a bit longer. If not i'm wanting zeni, please don't forget my 10% zeni bonus modbros.
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Post by Jax Punchlust on Oct 5, 2016 21:26:54 GMT
"This is where the path of evil sends bad pandas like you. It sends you onto the floor of despair, of sadness, of regret!" Hovering over his supposedly defeated adversary, Jax crossed his arms and stared down at the furry foe. He had started to experience the ecstasy of battle once again, causing glimmers of the various action characters from his time in the world of entertainment to start shining through. "Did you really think someone like yourself could defeat me? Defeat the Kinkyori Enerugīken or the ways of Genwaku To Seishin No Hageshī Sentō Sutair?!!"
It was more then a bit ridiculous for Jax to act as such a thing would be impossible. In fact, up to this point, most people he had come across had done all three of those things, and done so easily. Maybe that's why he was acting so above the pandaman right now, because he was finally enjoying the glory of having a victory for once. It dawned on Jax how inappropriate his attitude might of been, and in a moment of personal growth, he decided to for once truly live into the role of the "fighting man". Placing his hand out for the panda, he gave a faint smile, showing off teeth that was probably off better being hidden away behind his closed off mouth thanks to a couple of weeks of a vagrant lifestyle.
"But, like all great marital artists, I can forgive you, and help bring a shining light of a supercool and nicety into your life. Put it here, you hairy fiend, and maybe now your course can be corrected."
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