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Post by Arlic Valliere on Nov 9, 2016 2:45:38 GMT
Taro [Medium Weights up and on/ Thread PL at about 32k] The North was a land of unparalleled beauty, unspoiled in most part by the attempts of man, machine, or alien to find a life in the snow swept vista that was home to few beings. This region of the world more then any other had avoided the most damage and destruction of the failed invasion that seemed to long ago, but its effects were still felt. Like a stone cast in a still pond, the ripples at the farthest edge meaning less and faded; but still there. And still able to sway the small leaf that was the town of Luna. Most villages so far from a major city would be easy prey for the threat. But, then again, there was a reason Luna had enjoyed a long term peace and ease of living. It had a Sheriff. Saibamen planted in distant seasons had decided now, of all time, to sprout. In great numbers and no orders, they reverted to their most basic of instincts. To destroy, kill, and cause nothing but trouble for one aging, and rather grumpy Saiyan. The Sheriff of Luna wasn't some hillbilly with a shotgun and truck, a few deputies and hound dogs to chase after kids out past their curfew and find lost hikers in the mountains. He was a tall, broad man. Even if he dressed the part, the duster clad fighter was nothing if not thorough when it came to his home's protection. "Let's go you overgrown beans-" The Sheriff snarled under his breath, boot bouncing against the hard packed Autumn dirt. Experienced or not, aged and past the usual bouts of pride and arrogance most his species suffered under; Arlic Valliere was still a Saiyan. And they all to a soul loved the thrill of the fight, and hated to be toyed with. "I want you to come in my scope. C'mon you little bastards, don't make me hunt ya down. Piss me off even more then ye already 'ave. Fertilize this mountain with some little green bodies." Teeth were bared as the blue tinted scouter, the only remnant of his time as a soldier back in his younger years, chirped to life. Picking up power levels coming over the horizon. "Pft. A thousand each? Pathetic." Weights were strapped on, even if he had a job there was no reason not to have some fun with it. Testing the heavy clothing now latched on under his jacket sleeves with a grunt of satisfaction. "C'mon lads, been awhile since I had a good fight. Ain't much comin' to Ol' Uncle Val this far north. Help me burn some fat." The firey burst of bright indigo aura flared around the fighter, signalling his position as anyone with a hundred mile radius would feel the sudden burst of power rip to life in the silent northern hills. Watching the power level number on his scouter climbed always had Val feel smug. He'd been training hard, and achieved a level of power his younger self would balk at. Still got quite a ways to go, he thought, but sometimes you had to just take pride in where you'd been, and where you knew you'd be going. "Best start the way we plan to go on then-" When targets locked on the scouter's heads up display, the grizzled Saiyan cocked his hand back. Gathering a ball of bright ki to manifest; until he found it a suitable weight and let fly. The trailing comet of power hit the first Saibamen in the chest. It's cry of 'kikiki' barely audible before it burst into ash, drifting away in the frigid winds. That got its companions attention, the two score or so green alien chattering in their odd tongue before converging like locus on the flame that was a ticked off Sheriff.
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Post by Taro on Nov 9, 2016 3:46:10 GMT
[Thread PL: 3000] As if on cue, a fireball streaked through the sky, at first high in the atmosphere, but grew ever closer, leaving a thick trail of smoke as it plummeted Earthwards. The object crashed directly into the mob of Siabamen, sending them scattering like bowling pins. As the dust started to clear, the round meteorite wasn't a meteor at all, but a Saiyan pod. For a moment, no motion came from the capsule. Then, the main hatch started to open. The atmosphere from the spacecraft slowly leaked out with a sinister hiss. The door slowly lifted upwards, revealing one, rather frazzled, young saiyan warrior, fully clad in armor. Aside from her equipment, which lacked the trademark scouter, this particular saiyan was of a smaller build, no more than six feet tall, at best. As with all saiyans, she sported dark eyes, and grown-out hair that was contained to only a single strip. Unlike all saiyans, her expression was perplexed, and a bit confused. "Never can get the landing right in these things! These things really should have wings" She cursed under her breath, "Overshot where I was aiming for by leagues." The smoke cleared and she worked her way out of the cockpit. Her minor frustration melted as she took in the still beauty of the north. But her awe was cut short when she saw a grizzled figure, powered up as if to do battle, and wearing a saiyan-model scouter. Her mind raced. Taro knew there may be some dissent within the ranks, among saiyans or the auxiliary core over the recent battles over Earth. Had this warrior been sent to kill her? She had no scouter, and thus no way to gauge his strength. Already her blood was pumping. She had no time to take in the scenery like she'd like to. "Gah!" Taro recoiled with shock, "Who are you?" Then, her pride caught up with her scattered thoughts, and she qualified the statement, "Because, whoever you are, it's best not to mess with me!" |
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Post by Arlic Valliere on Nov 10, 2016 2:08:26 GMT
In the years of fighting, protecting, and killing; few things surprised Val anymore. Space Pod? Nothing new, seen it a few times. Angry Saiyan female? They didn't come in any other flavor. But one who started yelling at him while she was 1/10th his power level was a rather new occurence. One that almost distracted him from the horde of Saibamen starting to swarm. "Yes, 'cause I really am dressed like an Empire soldier." The grizzled fighter snarled from bared teeth, waving a hand to indicate the convenient yet rather obvious squad of aliens. "Ya think i'm fighting this angry green assholes 'cause it's fun lass? Welcome to the North, now help or get outta the way kid." The older of the two monkey-folk on the field sidestepped a screeching beast, catching it by the back of the head. It had time to admit a squeal of displeasure before he rolled it like a bowling ball. At mach one. Tumbling head over heel for half a second before burying itself into a mountain side, leaving a plant-alien shaped crater in the side of the stoney cliff.
His power level wasn't anything to bring home about, but every motion was economical and smooth. Well drilled after over twenty years of constant fighting. The fact he was a Saiyan warrior didn't hurt either. Catching a pair in both crooks of his arms, the Sheriff looked up to regard the girl for a silent moment. Not visibly struggling at all with the two writhing enemy. "Name's Arlic Valliere. Most call me Val. I'm the Sheriff in these parts, and these nasty buggers-" He cracked the two skulls together, leaving blank eyed opponents in the dirt as he dusted his hands off. One metal, of all things, but obviously doing the job just as well as it's flesh and bone twin on the other end of the opposing arm.
"Might fight ya later, first gotta protect me town. Help me out, and there's a meal and a bed in it for ya."
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Post by Taro on Nov 10, 2016 2:58:53 GMT
With a sigh of relief, Taro relaxed. Her scouter was broken in a past battle, and she had no way to sense the ki of others. In short, she had no way to know what she was up against. This naturally put her on the defensive. That, and being comically bounced around in the pod on the way down. If there was one flaw about the saiyan race, it's that they didn't believe in wings or landing gear.
"Sorry Mr. Val" She quickly apologized with a short-but-respectful bow, "You caught me off-guard, that's all."
What had the stranger, Val, called himself, a Sheriff? She didn't quite know what that was--some sort of patroller or small ruler, she guessed. Earth really was a strange place. Stranger still, was Val's robotic arm. Taro quickly noticed the ease and poise of Val the patroller-sheriff. She quickly realized this was a very experienced warrior, far much more than her. Any fighter, saiyan or not, that lost a limb and had the strength to continue fighting had her respect. Also, the tail he sported indicated her new acquaintance as a saiyan. The fact that she was dealing with a saiyan made things easier. Val the saiyan-warrior-patroller-sheriff. Earth was a strange planet indeed.
As if on cue, her stomach rumbled, a deep, hungry growl, accompanied by a few shooting pains. She had not eaten in the entire journey in her spaceship. Food and a bed sounded more than alluring--necessary. Who would she be to refuse his hospitality? And, who would she be to refuse her stomach's demands for some good food? All Warriors needed to eat. Exploring the North would have to wait.
"Deal!" Taro said, springing into action. With a practiced dash, she caught a saibamen under the jaw with a ferocious uppercut. The poor impish plant rocketed upwards. Harnessing her Ki, Taro flung a ki-blast up at the airborne for. The strike connected home, then another, and another. The saibamen was torn apart in a volley of dangerous energy-missiles. Taro smiled, she always found pleasure in obliterating these little things. It was just so fun.
Another saibamen fell to a volley of her ki-blasts. Taro quickly realized that she wasn't as efficient or as powerful as her new aquaintence, Val, but her efforts were helping nonetheless. Saiyan pride or no, She was glad she didn't have to fight him, yet. Not wanting to make things awkward, but also driven by her curiosity, Taro tried to make some small-talk, "So, um, Mr. Val. What does a sheriff do, exactly? Do you rule over this town of yours?"
Amidst all this: one thought lingered in the back of her mind:she was a soldier of the saiyan solar empire, for now, at least. It was a fact she might change later, and a fact that she'd keep secret for now, and one she would have to keep secret if she wanted to explore planet Earth.
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Post by Arlic Valliere on Nov 13, 2016 5:23:36 GMT
"Nope. I'm it's protector and guardian. Think of me like a really pissed off guard dog." He grunted, sidestepping a squealing alien and planting his boot into the back of it's skull hard enough to have plant matter splash the dirt in a grisly affair of exploding matter. "Ever since the SSE did their invasion, we've 'ad leedle pops of Saiba's and Bandits. Usually don't come so fa' up North." His arms crackled with power, shifting his hands together and shoving them sideways. Making two wide edged blades of ki formed energy slice the unfortunate bean-grown aliens infront of him into diced bits. Throughout his entire barrage of blasting and fisticuffs, the cigar locked between grinning ivories never fell. Nor did his hat suddenly blow off in the conflict. Something about his mere aura was that of an unbreakable, solid man who had seen the world's efforts against him more then once; and always stood back up at the end of it to go again.
"Nice armor. Had some like it 'bout twenty years ago." The Sheriff wasn't an idiot. Leaning over and grabbing a shoulder plate of the girl's with a solid hand. Giving a subtle half wink. "We'll get you some real clothes once we're home, eh?" He flicked his finger, catching a green foe in the midrift and sending it tumbling through the air, swiftly turnt to ash and soot after a blast of fist sized power ripped through it. Then, with the body slamming to the ground with an arm sized hole in it's chest.
"That should do it lass." The Sheriff dusted his hands off, keeping a wary eye on her. Never did know with these SSE folk now a days. He'd met a handful trying to leave it, and more that were just biding their time to cause more chaos. Still, he'd reserve judgement for her actions, not her attire.
"Let's get you fed kid, don't think no green assholes are gonna come mess for awhile now."
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Post by Taro on Nov 13, 2016 20:43:54 GMT
Taro crushed the head of a saibamen underneath her boot as she listened to Val speak. Val's explanation of the duties of a sheriff raised more questions than answers, as did his comment about her armor. Was he a solider in the SSE? Why would he leave? And why would any self-respecting saiyan shackle themselves to a remote place like this village? And if he was a protector, why was he helping her? Was he not aware of the devastation saiyans were capable of? Still, she found something strangely attractive in the thought of simply being a guardian, only showing strength when necessary, and when others depended on it.
The hand Val clapped on her shoulder-pad interrupted her thoughts, "Uh, yeah, alright." She said, momentarily at a loss for words. It only lasted a moment though. With the rush of combat over, and her life no longer under threat, Taro took on a carefree, curious demeanor. She cracked a big smile. Her eyes sparkled with bright curiosity as she followed sheriff Val back to his village. She cradled the back of her head with both hands, one placed above each other, and looked upwards at the beautiful blue sky. It was as bright and clear as everyone said it was, with one glorious golden star burning directly above them, a magnificent yellow crown in a blue field. She stood there one moment to soak it all in, awestruck.
After one quiet moment of being awestruck by the Earth's broad sapphire sky, Taro hurried to catch up with Val. Her questions bubbled out, rapid-fire, like a running faucet, "You were a soldier once? What made you leave? Why here? This little village doesn't really look like much?" Her questions may have been out-of-line, but Taro remained good-natured and genuine as she asked each one. Put simply, she refused to put a cork in it, "Also, how'd you lose that arm?"
[OOC: It's HIIIIIIGH Noon.]
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Post by Arlic Valliere on Nov 15, 2016 23:41:54 GMT
//I've had Val for at least nine years before Overwatch showed up, behave.
Oh god, here we go, the Saiyan thought with half a sigh. Blowing a stream of acrid smoke from the corner of his lips. Hooking thumbs into the crimson sash around his belt and nodding greetings to the scattered townsfolk who had heard the conflict raging a few miles out their border. They were an odd lot, mixed and matched aliens with humans and such dotted about. "Aye, used to be Low Class, recken' I'm middle by now. Got beat up and enslaved by an Acrosian. This is where we escaped to. Watch yer mouth kid, I like it here." He replied with the easy manner of a man who'd have answered multi-shot questions before, because he had. For some reason new comers to Earth always landed on his back lawn.
"'Ere, c'mon in."
The man's house was the actual Sheriff's office, the lower floor given way to a desk, a cell, and lots of filing cabinets. The wide, white dome of a gravity chamber was visible to the side as he climbed up the stairs. His actual home was a simple, sturdy affair. A mix match of items and objects that had gotten the Sheriff's interest lining the walls and shelves. And old, very old, model SSE Armor, broken and cracked on a stand in the corner of the living room.
"Sit." The old veteran grunted, rifling through the fridge and cabinets before dumping food on the countertop; starting to cook. By the amount of grub in his arms it was obvious he knew how to feed others of his kind. "The arm, now that's a longer story lassy." He flicked his wrist, hand vanishing as a blade replaced it. Using the weapon to cut and dice meat and vegetables on the cutting board. "See, me and all these fine folk were on a slave ship for a few years."
He dusted spices onto the meat, rolling the cubes back and forth to work the flavor into the food. "Man learns a lot about himself in that kinda place, kid. Used to be a bit of an asshole; like most of our species. Good folk here took care of me, even knowing I was a Saiyan." He dumped the meat and vegetables into a pot of boiling water, checking the heat before adding a few more powdered ingredients; then got to work slicing fat, brown potatoes.
"So, ship was over Earth and it was as good a time to leave as any." He lifted the cybernetic arm for a moment, pursing his lips in thought; other hand dumping the white vegetable into the pot. "Lost this thing holdin' the line. Sometimes you gotta fight stuff a lot stronger then you; cause there's a lot worse things then dyin'.
Anyway, I ain't dead. Was about, oh, five years ago? Got us a nice lil town. I'm the Sheriff, do some minin' and lumber work too on account of being able to bench press a mountain."
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Post by Taro on Nov 16, 2016 18:05:34 GMT
Taro followed Val through the streets of this quiet litter northern town. She seemed immune to the odd looks and skeptical glares some of the villagers gave her--due to her saiyan armor, no doubt. During their walk, Taro inched closer to the sheriff. She was used to the populace cowering from her, or at least making an effort to stay out of her way. She wasn't used to being so openly scorned.
Still, Taro put it out of her mind and listened to the sheriff's story. It gave her a chance to drink in the scenery. What they said about Earth was true. The sky was as blue as the tail of a brilliant comet, and the emerald green grass rippled gently in the wind. She listened to Val's narration while enjoying the crisp northern air. The town had an idyllic sort of appeal, unique. Humble.
"Why not go after that Arcosian?" Taro asked as she entered the sheriff's house, being careful not to hit the door-frame with her shoulderpads. She held no good will towards those ruthless aliens. After all, she wouldn't let some Arcosian get away with enslaving her. Taro didn't immediately sit, but instead took her time to study the curios knick-naks which adorned Val's wall. Maybe he did. Taro thought as she studied the cracked and battered saiyan armor. It was an old model, outdated by at least two revisions. She idly ran her fingers over the cracks and dents in the relic. Whoever had delivered the blow must have been a mighty opponent.
Then, the smell of food reached Taro's nostrils. She smelled the hint of spice, and could almost tasted the delicious crunch of fresh vegetables. It was like nothing she had smelled before. Even from just the scent, Taro's mouth started to water. It had been a long flight through space, and she hadn't the chance to eat.
"Is that?" Taro's stomach rumbled loudly, "Earthling food? It smells delicious!"
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Post by Arlic Valliere on Nov 19, 2016 20:47:17 GMT
"I'm thirty times stronger then I was back then." The elder fighter flipped the pan full of food, shifting and managing the pans and adding things into the boiling pot of stew that filled the air with bursts of flavored steam every few moments as ingredients were added and stirred in. "And these people need me. Once yer a bit older, you'll understand kid." He set a bowl infront of the girl and dumped in a load of the thick stew, fat chunks of meat, potatoes, and other veggies floating in the thick broth. He knew how his species was, and heaved the entire massive pot onto the table; indicating she was free to eat as much as she'd like.
"Go on lassy, fill yer boots." He waited until her bowl was full, then helped himself. Showing the time honored tradition of Saiyan's being able to displace massive amounts of food in record short times. Where it went, nobody knew.
"Where was I" Val grunted to himself, tearing a loaf of bread in half and tossing the other end to Taro with a flick of his wrist. Using the crusty wheatbread to soak up some stew juices before munching down. "Knocked out a few androids back during the SSE Invasion. Realized I can't go runnin' around, somebodies got to keep the north safe."
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Post by Queen Habana on Jan 8, 2017 5:47:19 GMT
Arlic Valliere | WC: 2,037 | Gains: 4,329 | New PL: 73,177 Taro | WC: 1,473 | Gains: 0 | New X: 0
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