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Post by Speenatch on Nov 12, 2016 21:14:10 GMT
The Unbreakable Mister Steel was enjoying himself quite a bit in the Western deserts. The landscape was just plain beautiful... in a stark and empty sort of way. The sun was warm, the sky was blue, and he was able to fly over the treacherous sands. So he didn't have to worry too much about traversing the harsh landscape. He also had a good idea of where he was going, or at least he thought he did. After all, he had a map! Not just any map... but a treasure map! A treasure map given by a local desert hermit for the low-low price of only twenty Zeni! With an added carrier case for only five Zeni extra. The hermit had originally wanted ten, but Speenatch had managed to haggle down the price. And he patted himself on the back for that one, both metaphorically and literally.
And he was following it perfectly, he was sure of it. The path was straight...ish. Though he still came upon a pillar of rock with a wedge shape at the top that looked suspiciously similar to a few others he had passed. It even had a bird's nest in the same place! Huh, how strange. How very strange that this new place looked like an old place even though Speenatch had gone straight ahead. After all, he wasn't lost or anything. Especially not with a map, poorly drawn as it was. Nope, he was fine. He just had to follow the route, and he'd get there. Nevermind the fact that he hadn't seen any of the landmarks that were marked down. Nope-nope-nope. He would get to this treasure quite soo-
"Oh who am I kiddin'...?" Speenatch said to himself, in voice that sounded like a cross between a gravelly wrestler's and a young surfer's accent. He then came to a stop and pulled the map back out of its case (which was hanging over his shoulder and under his cloak/cape). "I am lost..." His eyes peered from behind his shades to try and make sense of things. He glanced from the map, to the sands and sky around him. Then back to the map. Then back to the desert. All while muttering to himself...
"Lessee... there's a boulder... another boulder... that stack o' rock in the background thataways..." His eyes noticed what appeared to be... a submerged statue?! "OOoo, the Hand of Fate that rises from the dunes?! That's on he-... Wait, no... That's just a bit of shadow on another boulder." He sighed before rolling the map back up to put it into its case. Then, he readjusted his cape-cloak thing over that garish gi of his (with the many neon colors and such), shook a bit of dust out of his hair, and flew off. All while still talking to himself.
"Alrighty... so I need to do what dad never does but mom always says to do... find someone and ask 'em for directions. At least to the nearest town er big landmark on the map. Then, I can find that treasure! And with it... I dunno, I'll figure that out when I find it. But people will definitely know the name... The Unbreakable Mister Ste- *GACK*!" He suddenly began to sputter and cough and choke while flying. His hands went to his throat and he ceased his forward motion. He just floated in mid-air, "Urgh... I *hack* think I swallowed a *cough* bug... Blegh..."
After he could breath normally again, the short human began moving forwards again over the dunes. This time, he kept those lips his goatee surrounded closed. Firmly. And his monologue turned to thoughts inside of his head, rather than words from his mouth. 'Alright, so... Note to self, keep mouth closed while flying. So that I don't swallow bugs or dust. Good to know. Good to learn... Boy am I glad nobody was around to see that. But that also means nobody is around to ask for directions... Huh. That could be a problem.'
His eyes, ears, and inner sense that allowed him to detect the life-force and strength of others and inner sense all swept over the desert as he flew over it. If there was anybody out there, he would know about it. He would sense them. And he would head to them. Then probably find out where the heck he even was.
[PL: 1500]
[Techniques: Flight (UT), Ki Sense (UT), Ki-Inused Melee Attack (N1)]
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Post by Hazerru on Nov 12, 2016 22:51:11 GMT
[Base PL:2,200] [Effects:None] [KP: 3/3] [Taggerino: Speenatch ] [OOC: o shit waddup]
Sand and rocks and even more sand...Fucking great. Even the snowstorms back North were more memorable than this! ...Okay, maybe not that bad, but this was definitely a close second. He COULD have turned a different way, where actual people lived, but noooo, he couldn't just skip the desert! ''It's just sand, it can't be that lame!'' Oh, how wrong he was. [Who the hell even wanted to live here anyway!?]
A small lizard scurried past the boy, pausing abruptly and darting it's head from side to side. ''Well, okay, besides you...'' Hazerru muttered under his breath, for some reason taking the time to look at the small reptile some more, probably out of boredom.
...Definitely out of boredom. Hazerru let out a diffiult grunt as he squatted deeply, the lizard responding by simply staring at the boy with a blank expression. The two exchanged gazes for a while, Hazerru becoming increasingly more attached to the small thing. It moved slightly closer to him, a small smile forming on his face. ''Poor guy, all alone in this shitty desert...'' Hazerru extended a small finger towards the little guy, slowly inchind forward as to not scare him. The boy let out a small snort, not really realizing how stupid he looked talking to a damn lizard in the middle of nowhere. His finger reached further, trying to pet the little guy's head. ''Eh, not like you care...or COULD care, you're probably too dumb anyw-YYAAOW!'' After biting his finger, the lizard ran off. ''Dunno if I just suck with animals or nature literally hates me...'' He continued to mindlessly ramble to himself, standing back up straight with a small puff before continuing on his silly, long journey.
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Post by Big Train on Nov 12, 2016 22:52:57 GMT
[Heavy Weights ON, PL: 100] The Unbreakable Mister Steel would plainly be about to see a speedy figure in the distance. There, gliding over the dunes was surely a sight to behold. A rather large man, or at least soon to be man, was zipping over the dunes on a cherry red hover-bike that looked about two sizes to small to handle his large frame. The bike definitely wasn't complimenting his delicate figure, making him look like a scoop of coffee ice cream on a red pencil. But he was proud of it, for it was the first real purchase he has ever made as an independent wandering martial artists. But you see, I say coffee because his brown skin is clearly visible. And clearly sweaty, but that's besides the point. The lad is only wearing the tightest of pink compression shorts, equipped with a star logo on the crotch. To match the white star on his red luchador mask, of course. However, despite his round belly, his arms and legs are quite muscular. Giving him that "Big Boned" look. His power level is nothing to right home about, but surely higher than the average human. Regardless, he is blazing forward to an unknown destination, pretty oblivious to everything as he has earplug headphones pumping loud music into his brain. |
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Post by Speenatch on Nov 13, 2016 0:43:49 GMT
Speenatch had been flying around for quite a while before he felt something. Well, two somethings. One close and radiant, the other far away and a bit more dim. Both of these somethings were energy signatures, and he went for the closer one first. There he found... a somewhat skinny kid. In the middle of the desert. A total nerd. A nerd not unlike the nerds that Speenatch once picked on in highschool. Thankfully for this NERD... those days were long behind him. And he needed directions. Oh, and also this skinny kid felt absurdly strong, almost doubly as powerful as Speenatch. As such, he floated on down from the sky while calling out...
"HEY KID! YEAH YOU... WITH THE GLASSES!" For whatever reason, he seemed to feel the need to specify things. As if there was more than themselves out in the middle of nowhere. He then lowered his voice as he landed about... ten feet in front of the lad. This probably let Hazerru get a closer look at the man.
The hood of his cloak had been pulled back by the winds as he flew, revealing the grand mane of a mullet that he wore. As well as the pair of thick shades that showed little more than a reflection of the environment when anyone stared into them. On his body was... a gi. A gi with really strange colors, and which showed off a somewhat hairy but sculpted chest. Those strange colors were an aqua blue for the top, neon green for the belt, bright orange for the pants... And were those boots a hot pink?! The cloak... cape-thing itself was a more subdued rust-red in color, which made it clash far more with the rest of the outfit than something brighter would have.
Either way, a strange get-up for someone to be wearing in general. Let alone in the middle of the desert. Though it was probably more strange that he spent a few moments after landing just standing there silently. Just staring. Not saying anything as he grinned. Then, right when the silence started edging into new territories of awkward. He opened his mouth to speak, in a far lower volume than he'd been using to shout just then.
"Yo dude, ya know where the nearest town is? Or if there's any big rocks shaped like wolf heads 'er hands around here?" He was a bit more subdued than normal, but he also wasn't trying to impress anyone or scare any fighters. Just ask a kid for directions. That and possibly investigate that energy that was getting ever closer. It was stronger than the average person, that much was obvious. Why, it was actually close to the level of his old ring's original champion. And it was heading right their way.
As he waited for the kid's response, he actually turned his head over to see what he could see. And coming up from the left... he saw what appeared to be a big, fleshy blob approaching very rapidly over the dunes. On a bright red bike of some sort. Other details were hard to make out, but they would undoubtedly get easier as the person got closer. Especially since they seemed to be heading right for the other two. Hopefully he'd know to stop or go around.
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Post by Hazerru on Nov 13, 2016 1:37:05 GMT
[Base PL:2,200] [Effects: None] [KP: 3/3]
[Taggeroni: nah]
[OOC Notes: Still need to get the hang of the whole ''witty remark'' thing e.e]
Hazerru continued to pace through the vast sandy area, occasionaly looking back at the hundreds of footprints he left behind. It did feel weird from time to time to see just how much progress he's made...All the way from East Capitol to the harsh North and finally to the vast deserts in the West. On foot, no less! There definitely was a sense of accomplishment, there. Even if Hazerru didn't actually feel like his journey was finished yet. It was supposed to give him insight about life, make him figure out what exactly he wanted to do with it, yet no such thoughts came up yet...For now, it seemed more like a hilariously-extended hiking trip. He heard a voice call out, alarm bells instantly ringing inside of his head as his eyes shot open. 80% of the time that he ran into someone, they would instantly try to fight or kill them, sometimes both! [Ignore it, he probably means someone else, yep.] He ignored the voice...Until the word 'glasses' was said. ''Fuck.'' He muttered, following the guy with his eyes as he landed infront of him. Hazerru immediately pulled a difficult, almost shocked face when he saw the boy's outfit...What the actual fuck even was that? He visibly looked him up and down before looking back at his face. ''Uhhhhhh-'' His obviously confused chanting was cut off when he opened his mouth. Directions? Yeah...Seemed like a familiar situation. Still, Hazerru had trouble holding in his laughter at the BRIGHT PINK BOOTS.
''Nearest town? Dunno. Think you should stay away anyhow, I hear people here are kinda...'' Hazerru once again quickly glanced toward his outfit before looking back, a slightly suspicious look on his face. ''Anti-Rainbow.''
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Post by Big Train on Nov 13, 2016 2:14:18 GMT
Big Train loves music, not nearly as much as martial arts. But it was a close second. He was really into the song pumping through his ear buds. Nodding his head to the beat and hardly paying attention to what was in front of him as the cherry red bullet was blazing straight towards the two men standing in the middle of the this desert environment. The man on the Hover bike slammed on the brakes and fishtailed into a stop, like a kid would on a bicycle.
It's hard to tell if he did this on purpose but he was mere paces away, dangerously close. Hell, recklessly close. He rips the air buds out of his ears with his left head, his right hand still on the handlebar. He stood there, straddling his hover bike and looked from Hazerru to Mister Steel. His eyes pause on Steel, looking him up and down, clearly appreciating his outfit. He gaze moves back up as he stare at himself through the reflection of Steel's sunglasses. After a brief moment he speaks "Nice boots". His own hot pink compression shorts glittering in the sun before pulled his poncho back over his body, concealing them.
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Post by Speenatch on Nov 13, 2016 4:13:15 GMT
Speenatch simply raised a brow to Hazerru as he clarified the opinions of the local folk as they related to weather phenomena. He was confused. Because, first of all, who could hate rainbows? How on Earth could a person be "anti-rainbow"? Rainbows were stunning. Secondly, why did he feel the need to bring that up? The short man wasn't wearing all of the colors of the rainbow, if anything he had a few shades from... What, a third of it?
"Well, if ya don't know, ya don't know..." He glanced upwards at the entirely clear, blue skies. Yeah, no rain-clouds in sight. And the air felt like it was coming out of an oven. As such, there were no conditions for a rainbow to form. 'What a freakin' place of weirdos...' Speenatch thought to himself, '...Hatin' somethin' they never even see.' He then turned back to the kid with glasses, whom he had just landed in front of. He idly adjusted the gi near his hairy chest and stroked his goatee. This seemed to be quite the pickle. Neither of them appeared to know where the nearest form of civilization was, and they were also both in the desert. The desert where treasure was supposed to be...
His eyes narrowed for a moment as he noticed the boy's expression. Suspicious. Was he after the treasure too? Was he just trying to misdirect and confuse the other man? Oho, well two could play at this game!
And so could three, apparently, as another man entered into the conversation. But first, he almost ran over both Speenatch and Hazerru with his little red bike. Even then, the bike didn't look like it would do nearly as much damage as the hulking fellow himself would. And then, the first thing he did after almost hitting and possibly killing two men... was compliment one on their boots. Due to the rules of social obligations, Mister Steel had to pay a compliment back. Preferably to an article of clothing. Unfortunately, the only things the man seemed to be wearing were a luchador mask, a poncho, and a pair of tight pink shorts.
All of these were taken in when Speenatch gave him a once-over. Thankfully, his shades hid that action from both men. Which meant they didn't have to know which article of clothing he had last laid his eyes upon. "...Thanks, I like yer poncho." He then glanced between the other two, eyes still narrowed.
They were three men that happened to run into each other in the middle of the empty desert. That meant something was about to go down. Either they were all going to turn out to be after the treasure and have to fight about it; they were all going to fight over a relatively dumb reason; or some fourth person was going to come in and try to fight all of them at once. Or they would all just get along. Maybe they'd fight and then become friends! 'That'd make fer an interestin' narrative.'
He crossed his arms as he glanced between the other two again, after idly cracking his knuckles through his fingerless gloves. "So my gentledudes, I believe introductions are in order. Considerin' at least two of us met by bein' randomly lost in the desert."
He held a hand up to where his neck met his collarbone, that was where the clasp for his cloak-cape was fastened. He undid the quick-release catch, and threw it aside. Then, he began to pull off a few... "poses". Said poses consisted largely of him flexing his muscles in various ways. And making sure the sun hit his shades and the wind flowed through his head just so...
"I'll go first... Y'see, I'm an up-and-comin' hero..." He flexed, making sure that both of his biceps were bulging properly. "Trainin' to become the greatest guardian the Earth has ever seen!" He switched up his pose again, this time hunching over as he flexed his arms together... though he moved his forearms so his wrists faced outwards. And so his chest would bulge just a bit. "I am..." Again he switched, this time performing a small series of jabs, uppercuts, and kicks into the air. "The Unbreakable..." He stopped his shadow boxing to hold his hands high into the air, performing two "V" or "Victory signs"... or peace signs, depending on where you were from. "...MISTER STEEL!!!!"
As soon as he was done with his posing, he immediately went back to his more "normal" attitude. Relatively relaxed, arms crossed again.... and glancing to make sure his cape wasn't still floating around. Thanks to the weight of the clasp and chain, it seemed to have landed nearby. Though it still fluttered in the wind. "What about you guys? What're you called?"
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Post by Hazerru on Nov 13, 2016 13:23:34 GMT
[Base PL:2,200] [Effects: None] [KP: 3/3] [Taggeroni: Nahh] [OOC Notes: Getting some mad Ginyu Force vibes here]
Hazerru seemed to just blandly stand there for quite a while, feeling the situation was way too awkward to even try and hold a conversation. Plus, he didn't really want to in the first place. Everyone he came across was so absolutely ridiculous and over-the-top...Was it really THAT hard to find a decent human being around these parts? Something was coming closer...Or, someone, really. While Hazerru couldn't feel energy or power levels, he definitely heard the vehicle the human pig was riding on. The boy gazed over his shoulder, only to see an oversized hunk of flesh on a bright red hoverbike...And was that a mask?
Hazerru's entire body slumped forward in even worse disappointment and frustration. Another ridiculous weirdo, how swell. He blinked towards the figure a couple of times, rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. Sadly, he wasn't.
Atleast this guy seemed to like his pink boots...So that's something.
Now the other lad spoke up again, something about introductions...Honestly, Hazerru was barely paying attention, way too distracted by their horrible fashion sense. Or...Is this what fashion was nowadays? Did Hazerru just sleep on the new biggest hip trend of wearing 20 billion different colors at once? The more he thought about it, the more HE felt out-of-place with these two around. Hazerru was cut from his thoughts to see the pink-boot-guy doing all sorts of ridiculous poses as he chanted his own...nickname? Wrestler name? Of all the stupid things...
Hazerru had seen enough for one day. When he asked for Hazerru's name, the boy simply turned around. ''I'm leaving.'' Hazerru let out, a bland, braindead 'so-done-with-this-shit' expression on his face. ''I have...better things to do, bye.'' He didn't know why he felt the need to lay extra emphasis on the 'better' part, but whatever. Not that it mattered, as hopefully these two wannabe-wrestlers would be decent enough to not annoy him any further.
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Post by Big Train on Nov 13, 2016 15:43:35 GMT
He didn’t pay much attention to Hazerru, since he didn’t seem to want it. But Big Train’s intuition tells him that there is much more to Hazerru than meets the eye. But oh my… beautiful rippling muscles, fantastic poses. Yes... there was a lot that the Big Train could learn from Mister Steel. However he was baffled at how similar their introductions are. Big Train had masterfully choreographed it all by himself.
"It's time!" he lets out before striking his own poses. However his poses are more in the style of Ginyu and stereotypical martial arts stances. Switching from stance to stance that he had learned in his favorite magazine "MARTIAL ARTISTS WEEKLY". This last week’s Ninjutsu article still fresh in his mind. He performs long and drawn out flexes between each pose. All of which would flaunt his rippling arms and thighs.
He finishes it simply, flexing his right arm as if he's slowly curling a massive and invisible weight. His muscles in this arm, especially the bicep and forearm, would start to bulge and pop out. In the typical and fantastic Dragon Ball Z style, before cocking that same arm back behind himself. In a position ready to strike, even though he’s much too far to make actual contact. As he holds it back, sparkling white energy forms around his fist, spreading down his forearm a little bit. The energy around his arm has the effect of making it look like it’s covered in crystalline quartz.
He throws a giant right hook through the air while yelling out "FOR A CONVICTION!".
It's so fast that it creates a loud "SNAP" in the air that would rival the pistol shrimp. He was proud of his special move. He perfected it rather quickly and it has helped him become his master’s number one student. Even above all of the adults. It also secured him the championship at the “Junior World Martial Arts Tournament” where he faced his biggest challenge as a martial artist. But he uses his skill at infusing ki to his strikes to hide the embarrassing fact that he struggles to conjure up ki projectiles.
But while he tries to dazzle with his “Conviction” strike, his other hand slyly creeps down and presses a button on the cellphone that his ear buds were previously linked to. He then thrusts his arms upwards into a V shape with his fist clutched shut. Cheering_Crowd.MP3 plays loud and proud. Basking him in virtual cheers.
When the cheering stops he mumbles, "That's the Big Train's signature move..." before regaining his composure and thrusting out a big thumbs up. With a big pearly white smile to go along with it. “The name’s Big Train… and I’m the best fighter you’ll ever meet”.
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Post by Speenatch on Nov 13, 2016 23:41:36 GMT
Speenatch first watched the large man do his own set of poses. They seemed... familiar. Hadn't he seen them in a magazine somewhere? Not one that he had a subscription to, of course. Not having a house meant he couldn't really do that. However, he could have sworn he saw it at one of the many stops and corner stores he would frequent in his travels. But he had seen these poses. And that face. Or rather, what was covering it, the mask. He'd seen it...
And with Big Train's name, suddenly, recognition came to Speenatch as he realized who he was talking to. None other than the latest champion of the Junior World Martial Arts Tournament! True, it was the "junior" tournament, but that was still quite a feat! To beat every other youngster in the world in the area of martial arts? One had to be given props if one was also a youngster. Even a youngster that was taller than a full-grown man.
However, before he gave a response to "Big Train", he saw the kid with glasses just... walking away. Leaving while talking about having 'better' things to do. Which was weird, considering he was lost in the desert. What other plans could he have?
"Ya got better things to do than talk to, and possibly hitch a ride from, the only other guys ya met while yer lost in the desert?" He shrugged his shoulders, readjusted his pack straps, and added, "Alrighty then. See ya later, nerd."
He then whipped around to the tall teenager in the luchador outfit and pointed a finger at him. His shades reflected the Big Train's bulky body as best as they could. It seemed his eyes were entirely focused on him for now, at least his face was angled up to the far taller fellow's own. The mullet-headed wannabe hero then spoke...
"Now as fer you..." He lowered the pointing finger, "I won't doubt that yer the best junior fighter I've ever seen... what with bein' world champ of that category an' all. But ya ain't the best fighter I've seen. Cause firstly, I could kick yer keister from here to the nearest mountain and back without breakin a sweat. Even in this heat. Secondly..." He pointed to the nerd with glasses, or at least the direction he was heading in. "...That kid over there is way stronger than ya, too. So I'm pretty sure he's a better figher as well."
He gave another shrug of his shoulders, an adjustment to his shades... even a flip of his head to move his mullet-mane a bit. "Still though... Yer pretty strong fer just bein' a kid. And that move of yers is pretty flashy, too. Can't really speak about how effective it is without a test, though."
The treasure was temporarily forgotten, it seemed. As was asking for further directions. After all, these were two performance-fighters, or at least people with a history as such, were posturing. Even if they weren't flexing or shadow-boxing at the moment, they were boasting. And it wouldn't stop until they got into a fight, or someone interrupted them. "If ya think ya can actually get a hit on someone without runnin' them over with that bike of yers, that is."
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Post by Hazerru on Nov 14, 2016 14:41:30 GMT
[Base PL:2,200] [Effects: None] [KP: 3/3]
[Taggeroni: Speenatch Big Train ]
[Ooc: I messed up the damn font size for this post and cant fix the coding to make it look normal size like your posts SIGH]
The young wanderer went through all the trouble his human mind could muster to ignore the two ridiculous bollywood-esque wrestling-actor-whatevers. It proved difficult, reallll difficult, the two were producing a crapton of racket, obviously wanting to one-up the other in terms of impressive poses and whatnot. From what Hazerru still regrettably picked up, one of the two flamboyant beefcakes seemed to be challenging the other...Or something? The boy shrugged mentally, breathing out somewhat heavily through his nose. Atleast he got out of there in time as he really didn't feel like getting beaten up by random strangers once again. Hazerru wasn't sure whether people were just way too easy to predict, or that he just got lucky to leave before they double teamed his ass.
The boy then picked up a quick mention of his supposed strength in their conversation and stopped in his tracks, curosity sparking for some odd reason. Probably due to Hazerru's selective hearing, he drowned out anything that DIDN'T have to do with him. While he didn't entirely hear everything, he was fairly sure it was an indirect compliment...Probably.
Just to make sure though, Hazerru turned around, figuring he could always sit back and watch those two beat the crap out of eachother if things went South. Would make for an entertaining show, that's for sure. ''Uh- Hello?! Mullet dude? Did you need me or something? Cause I'm pret-ty sure you mentioned me...probably, maybe, I dunno...'' Hazerru's sentence devolved into complete silent mumbling as he paced back towards the two, feeling quite awkward about it all. These two really didn't seem all that intimidating anyway, Hazerru could probably escape if he wanted to at any point. There really wasn't a need to avoid and be scared of these two, they were more ridiculously laughable than anything else, really.
...Time to grab the mental popcorn.
Hazerru paused in his steps a couple of feet away from the two, sticking both his hands in his pocket with a look of mild expectance in his eyes. ''Sooo, what was all that mocking and boasting about? You two gonna fight eachother or something? Cause I'll gladly spectate.''
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Post by Big Train on Nov 14, 2016 15:25:39 GMT
Big Train makes exaggerated gestures that make it seem like he's being physically hurt by Mister Steel's words. Flinching, wincing, and recoiling at every doubt that HE IS THE BEST. He crosses his arms across his barreled chest and closes his eyes when the comments subside. Shaking his head in disbelief. Overly exaggerating his disbelief, of course. He rears up and takes an overemphasized step forward before shouting, "Now whether that's true or not... you underestimate Big Train's potential and desire. I may not be the best YET but I WILL BE THE BEST! And I won't STOP until I am!".
He clutches his fist and progressively gets what would probably be uncomfortably, but comically, close to Mister Steel as his little speech carries on. The flames of passion are clearly alight in his eyes. He is clearly passionate about martial arts. But then he scoots away back to where he was previously standing.
“If you know who I am then you know that I float like a cannon ball and sting like a shark, baby! And if you call my boy a nerd one more time, you're going to have to answer to me!” he thrusts his arm towards himself, jabbing a thumb into his chest to put extra emphasis on that last part. Having been bullied his whole life, he takes great offense to anything that's even remotely close to bullying. He'll give a stoic glare for only a breath before his face lightens back up and he says, “It’s a cool bike though, huh?”.
Then he stops and thinks for a second after hearing Hazerru's question. Before giving a response he seems to be a little offended by it. But it's really hard to tell because he's so over dramatic. "Fight?! Big Train doesn't wanna fight! Big Train's just looking to make some friends, baby!". “Speaking of, why are you guys just standing out here in the middle of the desert? Do you guys need a ride or somethin'?”. He turns his head to look back at his hover-bike, pondering for a moment. "I mean we could probably all squeeze on if you guys don't mind getting biscuit to biscuit".
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Post by Speenatch on Nov 14, 2016 20:27:21 GMT
The short but strong fellow (stout, there's a word that worked for description), simply nodded to "Big Train"'s reaction. Smart kid he was, not picking fights or rising up to rankling. Beyond working himself up for a good speech, that is. The restraint would serve him well. Heck, "Mister Steel" could learn a thing or two about restraint from this young fellow. Though he showed his own skills in that area by not flinching or moving as Big Train got... uncomfortably close to his face. A bit of spit splattered against his shades from all of the excited shouting, but still Speenatch didn't move. Well, not until Big Train moved back again. That was when he got the chance to wipe away the spittle with the backs of his gloves.
After that, he actually responded to them both. Starting with the kid with glasses. After turning his head towards Hazerru's direction, he shook his head.
"Nah, we ain't gonna fight. Not really a point since we ain't trainin', and he ain't an enemy er nothing'." Following that was a shrug of his shoulders as he added, "Not really a point in pickin' fights with random people, ya know?" It was a bit hypocritical of him to say that, considering he'd JUST been trying to goad the big guy into a fight. But nobody really had evidence of that.
As such, he just continued on. His head turned towards the large, equally goofy lad with the bike. He only really responded to the questions that the great big luchador asked. No sentences were spared to the "no calling nerds 'nerds' while I'm around" stuff.
"I don't need a ride, I just need directions. Either to the nearest town, er to a rock that looks like a wolf head. Or a giant hand stickin' out of the sands. Those are the biggest landmarks on my treas-..." He stopped speaking as he realized what he almost said. His mouth turning downwards into a frown. He then floundered a bit, his tone getting slightly stretched out and measured in that nervous way, as he blatantly lied about what he had been about to say. "...-ured map. I treasure my map. It's very important to me. Especially important that I find the area it's showing. For no reason in particular!" He then gave a nervous laugh to go on top of his nervous tone. As if trying to "prove" he didn't "secretly" have a treasure map. He even rubbed the back of his head as he laughed, truly he was hiding nothing! NOTHING!
Then he sensed something, something approaching rather rapidly over the desert. Something... relatively strong. Mister Steel, aka Speenatch, gave a sigh of relief at that. Something to change the subject! "Hey, do you dudes feel that?" As he asked this, he glanced in the direction of that approaching "something". His shades were adjusted, his map-carrying-case/tube was held tightly to his body... and he waited. Waited for this thing to approach.
((OOC note: This be an opening/invitation for any "villainous" or "neutral" characters to come in and pick a fight if they want. Or come watch whatever else happens if they want to. If nobody joins in by tonight, it's just going to be something for everyone already here to fight.)) |
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Dynami
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Overdrive (x3)
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Tag: @dynami
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Post by Dynami on Nov 15, 2016 0:19:10 GMT
A lone robot walked across the blazing heats of the desert. Despite having murdered those jokes of bandits, his mission was not even close to complete. There are around 7,000,000,000 people on Earth, and he had only terminated two of those. He intended to fix that. He had been walking for at least an hour, when he came upon another group of funny-looking people. "GREETINGS. MY NAME IS PROJECT MEGALO_6. BUT YOU MAY CALL ME DYNAMI.", the robot said. Upon further inspection of his new targets, they all seemed rather... odd. One of them looked rather bulky with a pair of ridiculously looking boots. The second one was wearing very little clothing, bearing only a mask and a pair of pink underwear. What was it with humans and the color pink? The last one looked rather normal, almost resembling a "nerd". "ACCORDING TO MY HUMAN SLANG DATABASE, I BELIEVE I HAVE FOUND THE CORRECT WORDS TO DESCRIBE YOU. YOU ALL LOOK LIKE A BUNCH OF 'IDIOTS'".
Dynami brandished his blade at the group. He was built for one thing and one thing only: to destroy. He let out a robotic chuckle as he gave his foes the chance to get ready for a battle. The robot let out a metallic chuckle, before activating an attack of his own. He would start off with the nerdy one with the glasses. Out of the three of the oddballs, he seemed like the one least capable of doing any damage. "I HAVE BEEN CREATED TO PERFORM ONE TASK, WHICH YOU ARE IN THE WAY OF.", Dynami said. "PREPARE YOURSELF FOR THE AFTERLIFE!". He would attack the nerd head on, attempting to cut him clean in half as he did with those bandits. The battle was on!
((LOG: >>DYNAMI HAS ENTERED THE THREAD))
((LOG: >>[N1] PRECISION_CUTTER.SWD USED ON HAZERRU FOR 800 PL OF DAMAGE | KP: 2/3)) ((WC: 293)) ((TWC: 293)) |
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Sallot
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Oozaru (x10)
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Tag: @lazyneko
OOC Name: LazyNeko
Posts: 11
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Post by Sallot on Nov 15, 2016 0:43:12 GMT
Sallot was absolutely sure he hated the desert as he flew low over another dune, rising a dust cloud in his wake as he did. Everything looked the freaking same and the saiyan was beginning to get irritated, having flown over the desert for a few hours now, looking for any semblance of a civilization. If there was something he missed from his time before coming to earth it was definitely his scouter as it would have made things a hundred times easier. He never should have lost control of his anger at the sight of an acrosian and flown of like that from the city without taking a map or something and now he was stuck flying over a goddamn desert, sweating like he was some sort of water dispenser, his sleeveless dark grey shirt not helping even one bit in that regards. The Saiyan warrior continued to mentally grumble about troublesome deserts and how one day he would remove them all, when something caught his eye. Finally spotting something other than freaking sand Sallot slowed down until he was finally floating above to be group of three humans. As his annoyed eyes swept over their forms the warrior couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow as how garish two of them appeared, one was basically a walking rainbow while looked like one of those fake wrestlers people he had seen on the television. Honestly the guy with the glasses looked the most normal and as Sallot eyes locked with his an almost sympathetic look of understanding passed through them before annoyance set in once more. Still floating in the air the Sayian crossed his arms but before he could begin speaking he was interrupted by the arrival of what appeared to be a really load android. Honestly Sallot was no guardian but he was in a really unpleasant mood, not only that but the stupid android had interrupted him and that was unacceptable. Also a fight might actually improve his state, should the opponents prove strong enough and actually distract him from this heat. Besides the glasses guy looked the sanest of the bunch so maybe the young saiyan would leave him alone and get direction from him later on maybe. With that in mind Sallot unsheathed his own sword and after manipulating his ki to turn into lightning that he next channeled into his sword the Saiyan swordsman swooped down, aiming to bisect the attacking android with his own downwards slash. ”I don’t appreciate being interrupted Android.”
[WC:419][Current Pl:2200]Techniques used:[N1] Raijū Assault: Through proper Ki Manipulation, Sallot is able to transform his Ki into lightning and channel it through his body and sword allowing him to supercharge his melee attacks with it.Charges at 33% per turn.[726 pl of damage] Target: Dynami [KP: 2/3] |
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