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Post by Arlic Valliere on Nov 1, 2016 2:11:25 GMT
(Medium Weights, power level 29,700)
(Stop on by the Northern town of Luna, hang out with the Sheriff. Have a drink, spend the night at a rather nice cabin in the woods, or even have a sparring match!)
Arlic, a once arrogant and prideful Saiyan Soldier, was meditating. He had never done it before, to be fair. Long duster jacket, crimson scarf and sash folded over it, rested on old branch, leaves dappered brown and orange in the autumn light. Life decisions were to be made in the heat of the moment, where heart and mind had little time to plot or deal; simply making a call from the gut and seeing it through. But he realized, even that had it's downfalls. To seek true strength, Arlic had to seek inwards. On himself, his life, his abilities. Where he wanted to go in the future, and why he wanted to grow stronger. The weights on his body were barely noticed, sitting cross legged on a stump deep in the northern borders. The Sheriff was a brave fighter, a veteran of countless battles and skirmishes. As shown through his scarred visage, and missing limb from long ago. The years had been kind to the veteran Saiyan; and he was content. But to stagnante was to invite trouble in these dangerous times, to be swayed by peace was one thing. To accepth the death of what you care for another. And for this reason, Arlic trained. Fighting his temper, his arrogance, and his pride to make himself stronger. To train was half the battle, to learn, the other. Strategy, experience, these would see victory when power levels and flashy moves would not. There were enough dangers in the far reaching stars, even without the Empire looming like a vulture. The war would not be forgotten so easily for some fighters, and the older Saiyan knew that revenge, and the promise of it, would keep the Solar Empire warm at night for many years before they would, if ever, let it go.
The Frozen North was a welcoming home to the Saiyan and his people, former slaves aboard an Acrosian vessel that they'd taken down to orbit during a revolt. With odds and ends of aliens clustered in the mining/lumber village of Luna. With the strongest of them, Val himself, their voted Sheriff. As such, he faught for them. For their world, even if he was a small fish in a big pond. The only way to grow stronger was to work for it. There'd been a few younger Saiyans he'd been teaching, mentoring. He didn't like saying 'weaker', they'd probably grow stronger then him in time. But what else was a teacher to hope for then his friends to grow powerful? Still, doesn't mean I get to slack, he thought with wry smirk. Working his mental powers up to start sensing the world around him. The sparks of souls and energy flared through the world, guiding his inner eye to find the life around him. He'd been practicing for quite a while at this, although he thought that he'd always prefer a scouter when it came to it. It had a radio, rather useful. And so far, Arlic's worst enemies always ended up being Androids, and those buggers didn't have a Ki Presence.
Suppresion then? He thought to himself, learn to control my Ki flow, make it weaker? It could be useful. An ability to strike from crowds, it could be just exactly what I need. A good stealth attack would disrupt an enemy, put them on the defensive. And in the world shattering battles that seemed to occur on Earth every other day, any advantage was too important to pass up. His aura flared as he tried to contain his power, growing every day since he had resumed training. It felt good, he had to admit. Muscle hardening in only the way a training Saiyan's can. The growth of power that never seemed to have a limit, and the promise of a fight. No matter how old a Saiyan got, they always did love a good fight.
He failed to contain his Ki, and let a half burst of laughter out. "Too old to be changin' my way of thinkin' I guess." He grumbled, crossing his arms as he sat back against a convient rock. "May as well see whose out there."
The grizzled veteran say back, letting his aura flare to life at it's full potential, at least when weighted down. He'd be suprised if someone did come along, after all, it's the North. Not many folk 'round here just traveling by.
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Post by Shen Fennel on Nov 1, 2016 5:17:30 GMT
Powerlevel:5,000
Suppressed powerlevel:100
Shen had been traveling for some time with another mission, from a client who wanted him to invistage some things out north. As a result he had been traveling as no vehicles could go over the said mountains at least any he could afford. Shen trotted in the snow looking up, of course he had sensed it all the way up the mountain. The faint ki, well faint would be a underestimation, it was strong. Shen keep walking up the hill his eyes darting around so see if he could find the man. He padded up the path before spotting the small figure in the distance as he walked towards him putting his hands in his pocket looking at the saiyan. His eyes gazed up and down looking over the saiyan trying to figure out hold old the saiyan was.
He was unsure if the saiyan was young or old, he had a gruff look to him but saiyans could look young even in their 60's or 70's no doubt though he had been around the block though. He raised an arm out of his pocket waving before finding somewhere to sit, "Seems you been training hard." The man said tipping his hat at him, "Shen Fennel is the name i was just heading through the mountains i got some business in the north, assuming your using this place to train, it is good to train in altitude." He crossed his arms, looking up into the snow, which only remaindered him of parts of hell,despite popular opinion hell was not that hot, their were parts though that were freezing cold and even fewer that were burning hot at least from what he saw. He only been done their once when an ogre went missing and they did find him, though the ogre had lost all dignity he had as he let a ghost escape hell once more. A smile plastered on his face as he thought about it looking at the saiyan, "So whats your name." Shen said trying to start some conversation, he had to admit he had been somewhat lonely, he never sat down and just chatted with a stranger about the world in general, prehaps the veteran saiyan would have something to say, something that could start a great conversation, it had happened before it could happen here, a nice talk between 2 men who just wanted to talk.
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Post by Levlidian on Nov 1, 2016 10:06:57 GMT
The cold air was becoming quite the familiarity with the young Saiyan, with his training going well and adversity well intact, he'd sought to relax for once with a scenic wander amongst the valleys and mountains. It had been a pain to fight with these weights of his, strains lay dorment in both of his thighs and trapezius muscles to which groaned inwardly to the core of his being. The week had been eventful to say the least, Lev' met more fighters by the day and sought new heights but tonight; tonight he sought nothing. Until a familiar aura cracked the silence like a hammer. Curiosity swelled and with a sudden switch in direction he sought out this energy with vigour.
The darkness of his Gi fluttered as the jog went on, spined, chocolate hair flared to pin about his skull and the hulking, mountain like figure betrayed the signs of veins as strain forged use from his body. pain was nothing, bruises panged against the weighted shoulders, waist, hands and feet but it didn't stop him any less than the uneaven earth he traversed.
Another energy joined the scene as Levlidian drew to the outskirts of it, this one felt mismatched, blended but he hardly monitored it as the savagery between the two was below minimum and slinking out of the foliage; he stopped his jog and focused on the arrogant stride he boasted 90% of the time. "I thought i recognised that power," he laughed and granted a nod to the pair in his vision.
"Hello again, and hello new face, I am very sorry to interrupt your get together but I find myself in a less than provocative mood and seek converse with a few souls of interest-," he claps his hands and extends his arms, "Thus here you both are, introductions, I am so sorry, where are my manners?-" he flaired a knowing grin to the Elder Saiyan, "I am Levlidian, and to whom do I speak?"
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Post by Arlic Valliere on Nov 5, 2016 3:33:59 GMT
"Sup lads." The elder fighter replied, digging through his dusters insides until the metal tin of his cigar holder was retrieved. Flicking it open, and tossing a tobacco filled stick between thin, scarred lips. A metal hand, connected to a similar cybernetic limb lifted up. Battle scarred as it was, the prosthetic was obviously well cared for even if the rest of it's attached form was a little bit past it's sell by date. Metallic fingers snapping a few times before the spark sent the cigar to smolder, cherry snub glowing cheerfully as a brief intake had brown leaf wrapping smolder and drift away as ash in the wind.
The veteran took a look between the both of them, old model scanner chirping its report to him.
"I'm the Sheriff 'round these parts. Do the deed, so to speak." Gravelly tone replied, arms crossing his chest as the fighter let his aura die back down to normal output. No reason to show the young bucks up, no point in showing off.
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Post by Shen Fennel on Nov 5, 2016 4:34:13 GMT
The Detective looked at the elder saiyan grabbing a cigar holder who began to smoke Shen smiling as he got his cig puffing his own one, a thin layer of smoke covering the detective face. he looking at the metal arm of the saiyan, "Seemed you lost your arm assuming your a veteran fighter, i can sense your pretty stronger." Shen concluded as he sighed looking up in the sky. He turned looking at the new man nodding to him, "Sup Levlidian, never meet you but you can call me Shen." He pulled back his hat tipping it to the saiyan. "Yah were just talking or assume that why i'm here, then i need to head north for another case, i am Shen fennel i'm a detective, but since i'm up here we can chat i got time to kill." The detective spoke with an air of confidence . He bowed his head agian as he grabbed a paper and pen and began to write their names so he could remember. Levlidian |
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Post by Levlidian on Nov 12, 2016 19:57:31 GMT
((Thank you I completely lost this post))
Levlidian grinned broadly and nodded to them both, "A detective and a soul that cares for how good a combatant another is? This planet surely is filled with oddities," it was a switch for him, to have a conversation instead of a brawl, even when stood completely still Lev' could feel his Saiyan blood screaming to advance on them both. Though, his will stood strong and with that he looked to Arlic, "The heck is a Sheriff, old man?" he asked, a blunt tone entering the frown and furrow of his brow. How he'd wondered on a lot of abbreviations and version to words here. Though this one itself, sounded completely ridiculous to him.
though, this Shen had a point. The older one did have an impressive power about him and by the devil itself, it sent his desires all the more wild. A test, no, he'll behave else all his self restraint attempts had been for nothing.
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Post by Arlic Valliere on Nov 13, 2016 5:07:05 GMT
"Think of me as a really, really pissed off guard dog. Kid." The older Saiyan didn't show any sort of annoyance at being referred by his distance between most of his species when it came to years. There was a warning in seeing someone as old as Val was in a race that usually died young. He was either very lucky, or very skilled. Crossing broad arms and letting a trickle of smoke trail out the corner of his lips; scouter clicking subtly as he rechecked power levels. Yea, he'd mop the floor with both of them in a heartbeat. Nothing to worry about anytime soon.
"Relax kid, the demon detective ain't causin' no trouble. Bet your rilin' for a fight, but I don't feel like killing someone today." Ivories flashed in a wolfish smirk. "So relax, life ain't all fightin' and fuckin' up normal folk."
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Post by Shen Fennel on Nov 13, 2016 5:53:33 GMT
The Detective blinked as he put his lighter away looking at the other saiyan. He stretched forward looking right at Levlidian as if he was some rock, how did he not know what a sheriff was. He rubbed his eyes. "Sorry, i'm just stunned" He said blankly with almost no emotion. He turned looking at the Sheriff,"I think you hit the nail on the head, a pissed up guard dog would be easy allegory." He said looking into the sky, The detective pondering many a thought of how to explain what a sheriff was. But it seemed Arlic Answer would be fair game. He was not going to try and confuse the pour saiyan warrior any more then he already was. He got to his feet dusting his clothes off looking at the two men, "So what are we gonna talk about, i got a lot of things i could say, the general hysteria of the world, the war between both the sse and earth, multitude of things, i've seen the violence from a birds eyes view." He said looking at them before turning looking into the sky as snow fell all around them. "If peace is ever found it won't end, we already know, but why i got to question why the people choice to kill eachother." he said with complete seriousness. "It only means you'll end on the bad side of the gavel." he muttured looking at the two, "So i got to question for both of you after my rant, do you think killing in any circumstance is wrong, i'm curious to see your views." He said tipping his hat to them, what would they say.
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Post by Levlidian on Nov 13, 2016 18:12:56 GMT
"Is killing wrong?" Levlidian raised his eyebrows, the deliverance of an answer to the question he posed seemed to be overshadowed by the ordinance of information he stood to gain on a psychological level. This was the perfect time to get inside the heads of those fighters whom surrounded him now; slowly his head tilted backwards to regard the ambience of the sky as he thought. Was it wrong? It certainly didn't feel right and upon furrowing his brow, the young Saiyan regarded Shen. The intellect was there, it wasn't deniable that the man contributed to the world in more than sheer strength and cunning; impressive that he'd contribute more to the conversation in this way.
"No," came the blunt answer, "Though let me explain; killing is as natural as breathing, the Alpha predators and Predators a like eliminate threats and weakness all across the globe. Even on Vegeta we owned our own ecosystem of death, the large eat the small, the strong rid the world of the weak, it's natural evolution and hierarchy. To survive is the premise, to eliminate the failures in nature and promote the strong in a species. I think it's the same for us just as it is for the Wolf or the Bear, true enough we also kill for the sport of it and that in itself is wrong. However to eliminate a soul based on self defense of oneself or another is not wrong at all. I myself evade eliminating my opponent-," his grin returned, flourishing with cruelty and arrogance, "-because what use to me are my enemies if they're dead, unless I have no other choice, I'd prefer they lived and got stronger to challenge me again,"
Inhaling sharply through his nose, granting himself a respite, still he had more; "War is wrong, it's selfish but in a negative sense of the term. Saiyan's are inherently selfish but what we did to other species in the past, even after the Tyrants fall, it was no better than when we were slaves and I detest the Solar Empire for it. Shoe horning us into the pathetic mould of soldiers sworn to a Queen rather than free travelling warriors forever seeking the perfection of combat. In short, we deserve to kill because it's natural not because a weak minded aristocrat dictates that a select species is 'bad'; even if they were the species of said Tyrant,"
A mediocre shrug followed, his jaw tightened and Levlidian closed his eyes to exhale again this time in irritation. "A tad over elaborated, yes, but I don't believe in killing for the fun of it. I believe it is natural, a way to curb and perfect species via the act of the universe; peace is a lie and it's dangerous. We become complacent, over populated and in the end it'll rot, deteriorate back into the chaos we all know so why bother with it at all? Wars deserve to be stopped but violence is a natural as breathing is to us. It'll never stop lest the balance fall with it,"
Obsidian orbs reveal themselves from beneath the caverns of flesh once drawn closed peel open to regard Alric and Shen, awaiting their input.
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Post by Shen Fennel on Jan 9, 2017 2:06:08 GMT
(this thread is pretty dead what does everyone want?)
(i'm taking powerlevel)
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Post by Levlidian on Jan 9, 2017 7:48:43 GMT
PL wiĺl do
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Post by Arlic Valliere on Jan 9, 2017 23:35:05 GMT
My bad guys, I was gone for awhile due to army shit. PL.
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Shemha
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Post by Shemha on Jan 18, 2017 3:06:29 GMT
Shen Fennel WC 852 - 1,159 PL gained. New Total - 6,159! Levlidian WC 1,024 - 1,454 PL gained. New Total - 177,827! Arlic Valliere WC 1,051 - 2,155 PL gained. New Total - 75,332!
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