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Post by Hinawa on Nov 19, 2016 11:38:06 GMT
[Thread PL: 30,793 | Heavy Weights on, weighted PL: 7,698 | Levlidian ] Howling, cold winds - check. Sunlight that barely warmed anything it touched, yet was horribly bright because of the snow - check. A desolate wasteland of ice and snow stretching across the entire island - check. In short, this highland was the last place any reasonable person would want to live. So of course, Hinawa, as she sat down clad in her magically weighted heavy clothes, shuddering slightly, had exactly that in mind. The cold of this place was hard to deal with as always, but she didn't care today. As she walked across the cliff-side, she made sure to check just how durable the ground here really was - normally she lived in the cave system that stretched out beneath this place. The cliff that was part of an icy ravine had been her entrance point to it for a long time - but that would all change today. The frozen, hardened ground turned out to be solid enough, and so she reached within her pocket and pulled out the capsule. Getting this thing had not been easy. Acquiring funds over her misadventures across the world had been more of a side-project, which had made getting this thing even harder... But now, she was holding the small device and couldn't help herself - she was grinning from ear to ear. Pressing the button and tossing it forward, a large cloud of smoke revealed it... her new home. Sealed under en environmental sphere - she had to somehow keep the cold out after all - was a large, three-story mansion. Walking up to the metal entrance door into the dome, it scanned her iris and opened with an acknowledging 'beep'. The inside was pristine to say the least - a lush, green yard around a small yellow path leading right up to the large front door. The yard was big enough to even have a swimming pool - with its own minibar, no less! As the doors shut close behind Hinawa, the warmth of the inside of this place made her let out a content sigh. Yes, this was just what she needed, not some room deep in a cave... And not just one room on a spaceship. Sure, she appreciated Emer's offer, but she still needed some actual alone time - the ship had a lot of room, but not that much room. Touching a finger to her forehead, she concentrated - and activated her Soul Link, connecting her thoughts to those of one person she knew very well. "Hey Lev, hope you're not busy. Don't bother looking around, I'm quite literally in your head right now." The Saiyan would even be able to hear her laugh inside of his mind. "Hey, you mind coming to the ravine where I had my cave hideout? I want to show you something. And I'm not taking no for an answer, or I'm coming over to wherever you are to drag you here if I have to."With that, she walked up to the main door of her her mansion, and pushed it open. A long hallway, with multiple doors to each side and stairs in the back, leading up to the other levels of the house. With skipping, delighted steps, Hinawa went on to inspect the kitchen, giant dining room, even bigger living room and office spaces on the second floor, and of course - the three gigantic bedrooms on the top floor. |
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Post by Levlidian on Nov 19, 2016 18:40:47 GMT
[PL for thread 61,000 with MW weights, reduced to 30,500, he suppressed it further to 1,000 to hide his potential. Able to fight effectively at this level.] "Steady," muttered Levlidian from the confines of his Gravity Chamber, balancing upon a single finger in a hand stand position and allowing himself to delve and rise precariously. The beast had slimmed and built a decent level of fine muscle losing a lot of the mass, he seemed more like a streamline fighter now instead of his usual mountainous self as he had been before. The elaborative notion that he needed to be faster, to work on his ability to defend from ample different styles had seen him alter his training drastically, training under ten times normal Gravity helped tremendously with this and her ehe was working on the balance he sorely needed. Pearls of sweat fell forming a brief puddle before the sheer heat within the room claimed it as mist, "Control yourself, be mindful, control it- 456, 457, 458," "Hey Lev'!" the sudden call in his head stole his focus, eyes widened, muscles relaxed and his jaw snapped open n a cry of shock as he toppled over with a loud crash landing upon his back and shoulder awkwardly. The pain from his bandgaed body pierced him like a thousand blades and he peeled one eye open to spy who had spoken. "Hinawa?" he muttered, pained by the fall, hope you're not busy. Don't bother looking around, I'm quite literally in your head right now." of course, he rolled his eyes and flopped upon his back to rest, "Way to surprise a man with his pants down," the grin was broad but his irritation didn't disperse, the laughter brought a frown back to his face as she continued; "Hey, you mind coming to the ravine where I had my cave hideout? I want to show you something. And I'm not taking no for an answer, or I'm coming over to wherever you are to drag you here if I have to." There it was, his curious nature like that of a childish canine and he righted himself by arching his back, folding his abdomen over and flicking himself upon on his feet. Without a word, he wandered to the hub and deactivated his Gravity Chamber before striding out, through his hallway and into the bedroom. The Saiyan had only been in his Gi pants, upon replacing his form with the top half and another set of pants for his bottom half; he came to notice the shift in his body frame. In short, it looked too big and upon grumbling, he tightened it beneath his sash before replacing the heavy gauntlets he favoured and shedding his unweighted boots for the latter. "this had better be good Fox," he mumbled and located his way free of his Cabin and reaching to the black straps ofhis newly fixed dual swords as he did so strapping them about his back and hooping them about his arms. They were long, slim black swords with a simple style, partly curved, thin blades with no guards. The flight itself took only a few moments but he could see what she meant almost without having to soar any closer, pausing, he lay his eyes upon the enormous abode and his jaw sank, "Way to out do me," and the grin returned as he began to float into the ridges of the sphere surrounding the home. Green lawn, beautiful garden, even more so beautiful home, it would be a lie if he'd not admitted to being pretty damn jealous at this point and delivered a thunderous knock upon her front door. Tightening his Gi again and sighing, he needed new clothes; fighting in this was going to be a huge pain in his ass. The bandages encompassed his entire chest, abdomen, both arms were bound about his forearms and his right arm about his bicep, healing black eye, scrapes littered the flesh view able and a tight bandages wrapped about his forehead; crap, he'd forgotten about those. ((Weight shed for beginning his Defensive ability development. Figured a picture would help visualisation))  |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2016 1:27:53 GMT
( Marcel) ( Hunter without the coat.) (Marcel's Current PL: 18,128 due to Heavy Weights. Suppressed to 50 to hide. Original PL: 72,515) (Hunter's PL 30,416. Cannot be sensed because robit.) Once again, Marcel found himself in the very Highlands he nearly froze to death at....twice. Walking on a snowy pathway with his hands hidden within his pockets, Law couldn't help, but shiver due to these frigid conditions. When it came to the cold, this hybrid hated it with a passion. Hunter however who was walking, or more like marching in front of him didn't seem bothered at all by the cold, even though he left his green coat back at the forest. Marcel looked up at the android who hummed cheerfully, wondering why the hell he was, so damn cheerful at a place like this. "Ahhhh, Marcel. Isn't this great? The cold breeze brushing our soft skin, the snow finding its way into our shoes, and the occasional bursts of wind?" Hunter would raise his arms in the air as said winds blew by, causing Marcel to lift his hands from his pockets to hug himself, teeth chattering. "H-h-how on ea-earth are you s-so relaxed?" Marcel questioned, the shivering, causing him to stutter some.
"I'm so cool, that I can't even feel the cold, Marcel." Hunter looked back at him with a smudged expression, Marcel simply glaring at him in annoyance. "Oh no, I literally cannot feel the cold." the android continued to look forward, folding his arms behind his smooth, light green hair. Marcel raised an eyebrow for a second before realizing what he meant. "Though, the cold never bothered me anyway....I was actually 're-purposed somewhere around these parts." he continued talking, prompting the hybrid to look back up at him. "Shortly after, I found myself running around naked in the North Capitol...twas fun." he snickered while Marcel shook his head. This Hunter was certainly an...odd case. The android barely knows a thing about Marcel yet he wants to hang around him, turn him into a....'lady's man' which he doesn't really want to think about in all honesty.
After a few seconds of walking, the two picked up on an energy reading, Hunter's eyes flashing green in the process. The two stopped, and looked up to see someone flying past in the air. The hybrid squinted his eyes. That energy...it felt familiar as if he felt it somewhere before. "Guess we ain't the only ones freezing our butts off, or should I say, freezing your butt off hey, Marcel?" he nudged the hybrid who continued to look up right before the android's eyes widened. "Woah! What if that was a lady who just flew past!?" the hybrid's concentration was quickly thrown off at the statement, looking back down at Hunter. "Wh-wha-" "Come on, Marcel! Those tits ain't gonna fondle themselves!" Hunter wrapped an arm around the hybrid before taking off into the air, still holding onto Marcel. Hunter certainly was strong for someone who had a skinny build....
As the two, or rather Hunter flew, they looked down, spotting a large circular type dome, a mansion hidden within it. "MARCEL LOO-" in his excitement, Hunter accidentally let go of the hybrid who was lucky enough to know how to fly himself. Hunter looked at him with a sheepish smile before returning his gaze to the dome, picking up on the figure standing around it. He then picked up on a second signature inside of the mansion, Marcel as well, but all the hybrid could do was stare down at that one figure. He just couldn't put a finger on who that was, but once he finally did, his eyes widened with a brief flashback of that one Saiyan he nearly got killed a while back. "Honestly never would have thought someone would be dumb enough to live all the way out here. But I mean it looks like they won't have to worry about the cold, am I right, Mar-" the chatty android looked over to see that Marcel was heading off. ...cel?" with a disappointed expression, Hunter shook his head before shrugging as he began to lower himself to the ground. "Welp, all for me I suppose."
Once on the ground, behind the Saiyan who he still believed to be a woman, Hunter closed his eyes before attempting to wrap an arm around the guy. "Well hey there. What's a....hawty like yourself doing in a cold place like th-" he would then catch a feel of one of the Saiyan's pecs before realizing that errors have been made....Hunter would open his eyes, and glance over to the guy, an awkward smile upon his face. "Sooooo.....you're not a...woman...aren't y- MARCEL, THIS AIN'T A WOMAN!" Hunter would turn around, yelling at what seemed to be nothing, his arm still around the guy without realizing it.
The hybrid didn't run off it seemed, but he was hiding behind a boulder that was a bit away from the location, sitting there with his power lowered, eyes widened as he couldn't believe that the freaking Saiyan he almost got killed was here of all places!! He could've sworn he sensed Hinawa back there as well, but that was the farthest from his mind. Not only did his new....'friend' fondle the Saiyan, he also called out his damn name! Things were not going to go well for poor Marcel....
Nope!
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Post by Hinawa on Nov 23, 2016 1:30:23 GMT
Well that certainly didn't take long. She got a pretty instant answer from Levlidian, whom she had apparently shocked quite a bit by suddenly calling out to him in his head - Hinawa couldn't help but smirk at his comment. If she had actually caught him on the toilet and caused him to fall off, then that was hilarious... But since when did she have good comedic timing? Well, no matter! He would be on his way right about now. With skipping, happy steps, the fox-girl inspected the largest of the bedrooms. The bed alone was large enough to probably fit three people of Emer's size without it getting uncomfortable - a definite step up from her pile of sheets she had used in the cave. Not to mention the huge walk-in closet just waiting to be filled with clothes! Yes, this place was just what she needed. A loud sudden banging caused her to jump - already?! Geez, sometimes she forgot how fast her rival could fly. Her senses confirmed - this was definitely Lev. "Computer, open front door." The entrance into the dome slid open without a sound, allowing the Saiyan instant access into the warmer environment. It took a short moment, but the door to the house itself opened as well, with Hinawa standing in the door with a smirk on her face at Levlidian's expression. "Didn't expect..." Her expression dropped a bit with a sudden flash of incredibly unpleasant images in front of her inner eye. With a pained grimace, Hinawa forced herself back into her void. Yes, he looked similar to the Saiyans in the memories that were not her own - but he wasn't any of them. These were individuals, people, that had to be brought to justice. Lev having been born as one of their race didn't mean he was anything like them - she had been the one to point that out to Emer in the first place, so she had to act according to it. She was just about to regain her composure... When a stranger appeared. A stranger without any Ki signature, meaning he was about as alive as a rock. A stranger without a ki signature that was FONDLING LEV. "...What." Hinawa didn't manage more before the weird guy called out to someone, apparently. Stepping out of the front door of her house - the cold wind was blowing in through the main entrance that was still open, just great - she just had the most questioning look of all time on her face. Wait, did that weirdo just call out for someone called Marcel?... Nah, there was no way this was Marcel Law, right? That guy hated the cold, Hinawa remembered that. "Ooookay Lev, you didn't tell me you were bringing your boyfriend." Returning to her smirk at this sight once she had the second to process it, she was actually grinning from ear to ear at that proposition. The Saiyan looked as if he had been hit by a truck - and as if that truck had a Power Level of one million. Considering what she had heard about what happened at the North Capitol, she wasn't too far off with that comparison. "Okay weirdo, no idea who you are, but I'd suggest letting go of Lev. And could both of you decide right about now if you want to be inside of the dome or stay outside and freeze your important bits off, cause I'd like to not make my generator overload with the heating here." --- Levlidian | Marcel Law |
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Post by Levlidian on Nov 23, 2016 2:09:41 GMT
"Finally," he muttered as the door flung open to reveal, no one, the young Saiyan seemed perplexed but sauntered in all the same, it was a grand piece of work. High ceilings, beautiful interior and by the smell of it; brand new. The slimmer version of Lev turned his head to and fro' seeking the woman whom had summoned him. He could feel her presence but nothing more than that, it had been a while after all. Adjusting the bagginess of his Gi, he tightened it again and adhered to further explore the scene with his eyes. How on Earth had she afforded this, it made his shack look like a balancing plank upon the hills.
Levlidian spied Hinawa making her way down as he himself strode within the confines of the mansion, a grin faltered at the sudden switch in her demeanour yet he offered a mock salute; "The next time you leap in on a mans mind, I'd suggest y'don't do it whilst he's balancing on one fing-," He paused. A voice behind him caught the beasts attention and the action itself saw a sudden shift in the Saiyan's mood. His brow sank, the darkness of his obsidian orbs fluctuated to and from existence beneath the hue of white. There was someone behind him and he was up to something our protagonist had immodestly taken as an insult to his honour.
The freezing hand cupped him in a way Levlidian couldn't justify as anything but a 'bad touch', remaining composed he slowly turned his head to face the power levelless creature, the stare was cold, his jaw tightened and ignoring Hinawa's comment entirely. "Touch me like that again and I'll shatter your jaw then force feed you the shards," he spat, something about the act nicked his temper and about his sparked a steady flutter of the tell tale Golden Ki. However, realising the spike was exceeding even his usual levels he soon seemed to liven up with a broad grin to which he'd seek to nudge the mans chest with his knuckles; shifting it into his Lock-Jaw ability at the last moment. Striking with force enough to create a solid boom on contact at an inch away from the target attempting to stun the man by filling him with his own Ki and leave him incapacitated upon the floor.
An irritated look sped to Hinawa, "He's not my boyfriend, more your type I reckon," his grin didn't appear but the beasts moods were seemingly improving almost right away, flexing his fingers he'd then tug on the rims of his Gi and exhale loudly before turning to the figure be he on the floor or still standing from evading the strike and began to ask. "So, where's your friend?" he'd then ask and peer to the door with bright eyes of interest, it was borderline unhealthy how quickly his moods swang but alas what was he going to do about it now? "Marcel is it!?" he roared, "get in here else I'm locking you out in the cold, buddy,"
[Lock-Jaw ability with a stun, damage has been removed because..well..its not a fight.]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2016 2:44:44 GMT
Hunter returned his attention to the Saiyan, green eyes flickering as he scanned the man. He was certainly a Saiyan, that was for sure. "Your hair is unbelievably spiky...." Hunter would comment before his eyes yet again flickered, sensing the other presence approaching. He turned to the entrance, and there she was. Hair as yellow as the freshest of Daisy's, blue (or red) eyes as captivating as stars, and a chest that was....flat. Hunter's eyes lowered to the woman's chest as she spoke, a bit disappointed before shrugging. "Eh, a woman is still a woman, I suppose." he claimed, ignoring what the Saiyan had said, but picked up on his small energy flux with the golden aura, his eyes once again flashing, but again he chose to ignore it like the imbecile he was. Marcel peeked from behind the boulder as he too picked up on said energy, once again witnessing that odd golden aura. What was that power?
"Sorry, dude I don't swing that way, so if ya don't mind, I'mma go fondle th-" but before he could go attempt that, he found his body pretty much locking up, blinking a few times in confusion before plummeted sideways into the snow in mid walk position. He glanced up to the Saiyan, but instead of being angry, he simply snickered before grinning. "Oh, I see what this is....wanna keep them boobs over there...or lack there of...." mumbling the last part. "to yourself? Well, that's cool, I suppose."
Marcel just watched all of this unfold, unsure if he should even help his new 'friend' or not which was a first considering that the hybrid would hop in to help anyway without even a thought. He then sighed, his conscious getting the better of him as he was preparing to quickly get the android out of there, but before he could, the Saiyan spoke his name causing Marcel to freeze up.
No.....
He spoke his name...The man shook his head some before rising from the boulder, and making his way to the three, the crunching sound of his feet pressing against the snow being heard. He'd might as well get this over with. Once he finally made it to them, Marcel just looked down at the perverted droid who gave him a sheepish grin in return. "Ohhhh, so ya finally came to get your flirt on with that lady, eh? Though I believe you have some competition." he looked back over to Lev. Without uttering a word, Marcel picked the idiot off of the ground, and held him under an arm before looking up to Hinawa. "I sincerely apologize for this man's behavior, Ms.Hinawa. He is....sort of my responsibility...." the man claimed in a nervous yet calm tone before bowing, Hunter still under his arm with an annoyed expression drawn on his face. "If you will excuse me..." Law would turn around, about to fly off, but not before briefly glancing at Lev while trying to get away before he noticed him.
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Post by Hinawa on Nov 24, 2016 10:39:41 GMT
Well, THAT guy just got a fistful of Ki to stun the ever living hell out of him alright. What was that golden energy, though? "Nah, I don't like chums that go down in one punch." Hinawa couldn't help but grin at that again - ah yes, just what she had expected. Some good, old-fashioned violence. Sometimes her own thoughts like that surprised her - it was as if she herself was part Saiyan or something, though she was actually quite glad that it wasn't the case. Though with what the guy without Ki was saying, Hinawa almost wished Lev had gone for an actual punch to the face - she already got an inkling that she'd end up hating this guy, whoever he was. Walking up towards the other two a few steps, Marcel actually did appear.
And it was exactly the Marcel that she knew - what were the chances? "Computer, close front door."
The large metal shutter slammed itself shut right in front of Marcel and Hinawa couldn't suppress her grin at that. "Eh, its fine, Marcel. Just keep the guy leashed or something. Or don't, I could use a new punching bag." If someone had suddenly groped HER from behind, she wouldn't have been as merciful as Levlidian, oh no. Now that the howling cold wind was locked outside and the warmth of the interior returned, Hinawa stifled a yawn and looked from Lev to Marcel and back. With what she had been told, she figured that while Marcel was far from blameless, Levlidian's own recklessness had nearly killed him, nothing else.
"You been losing weight, Lev? Or just spent to much time balancing on one finger and forgot to eat?" Poking the Saiyan in the chest with a playful finger, she continued to grin a bit. "Eh, whatever. You're still built like a brick wall. So what's this I hear about you nearly getting yourself blown to smithereens?" She sent a side-eyed glance over to Marcel at that, hoping he had his weird 'friend' under control. "I can do a lot with my magic, but I can't bring back the dead."
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Post by Levlidian on Nov 24, 2016 11:36:59 GMT
The creature seemed alright and Levlidian -had- deliberately held back for that very reason to which he was sure he'd accidentally kill the poor runt, adversing to face the door to which Marcel appeared. It was in that moment, whilst he stepped into the house that the recognition ignited within the young Saiyan. A grin mirrored Hinawa's as he'd watch the new arrival, Marcel, and his accomplice. "She barely likes the chumps who down people in one punch," he joked and flexed the paw to which he'd struck with, despite being hard to read, this man was harder than most opponents; even his ki infused punches rendered a soreness about his digits from the strike.
Blonde hair swept into the corner of his eye and Levlidian out right jumped, widening his eyes in shock to the close quarters of Hinawa. Equally so when she started to prod him and question his frame, he was obviously far more solid than before and his muscle compiled over 75% of his body these days. Of course she then mentioned his accident involving up North and that Demon. How the heck did she know about tha- his train of thought ended with his obsidian eyes trailing back to Marcel and this was when irritation entered his brow in sibling to a protruding vein. "You told her," he grumbled, but changing the subject, "For one thing, a Saiyan NEVER forgets to eat," he pats his abdomen with a Wolfish snort, "I'm working on a new version of my Martial Arts style which requires me to be more manoeuvrable, like you, little Fox. Though it's been tough, I have -No- idea how you move so damn well but I suppose-" The Youthful Saiyan took one step back a minute and eyed her form, quirking a brow then looking at his; "-I've imitated your body type well enough, now is just the agility, you've been training somewhere intense or something? Y'looking different,-" she actually did or maybe he was just noticing a change that had happened a while ago, who knew. "I was going to keep the whole North incident from you, didn't wan'cha' to worry-,"again he stopped and suddenly jabbed a finger at the top of her chest just beneath her collarbone, brow arched on the right side as he became quizzical.
What followed was a sharp, wild gesture to the grand house, sweeping his arms past the many halls, doors, luxurious computer system. This was a far cry from what he remembered Hinawa's home being like back in the day. Jealousy was obvious in his eyes but the contribution of conversation came across more a playful jest than anything.
"How the bloody hell did you afford this place!? You were in a cave when last we hung out, a friggin' cave I say, now you're in a Mansion? It makes my Shack on the Mountains look like a cardboard box," the sneer cracked into a playful grin but he soon drew back to fold his slim arms about his chest forging a weft of flesh and Gi; "As for your question, I was defending Earth just as I said I would, Marcel was helping and tried to set up another, an Acorsian with the kill shot but neither of them took note that I was tanking the bastard-" he sighed, "-I don't hold either of them in contempt though, was equally my fault if not more so; though without them I'd never have found the half way point to achieving the Legendary Golden Warrior," with that he saluted Marcel, "Consider us even and no hard feelings eh? I'm sure Hinawa's relieved you failed, reckon she'd go mad without me," an arrogant grin appeared. "How're y'doing these days 'Hero'?" obviously regarding Marcel with a small amount of mischief in his tone. Truly, the last few months had changed Levlidian from the hardened Veteran into a semi-grumpy typical twenty two year old; one could only really tell he was a Saiyan by the shared characteristics, his love of competition and bettering himself. Else wise he seemed quite a bit less uptight.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2016 18:14:28 GMT
Sadly, before the hybrid could even take off, the door behind the group was closed shut. Marcel stood there, and looked at the door as Hunter still under the man's arm looked towards Hinawa upside down with a smirk at her comment. "Heh, you can keep me on a leash, and beat me whenever you want~" the android teased with a wink before snickering. When it came to pain, Hunter actually couldn't feel it much to the displeasure of the many people who would love to inflict pain on him....but it doesn't stop him from pretending from time to time, mostly because he tends to forget that he can no longer feel pain....don't ask.
At that point, Marcel dropped the android to the floor with a thud, not because of the green guy's...perverted nature, but at the fact that he is now stuck in here...with the very many he almost got killed. The hybrid placed a hand upon the door, a slight frown on his face before rubbing it a bit like a caged dog. He'd slowly turn around shortly after looking at both the blonde, and the Saiyan. He watched how the two conversed, quite obvious now that they were close. "Ohhhh, well I guess this sucks for both of us, hey, Marcel? They always say that the pure bloods have the most stamina." Hunter would raise from the ground next to Marcel, finally freed from the paralysis, crossing his arms as he also looked at those two then up to Marcel who just remained silent. Picking up on the worried expression upon the black haired man's face, Hunter raised an eyebrow before looking back at the duo then to Marcel then to the duo again before snapping his fingers with an 'Ah-Ha!' expression on his face, green eyes flickering a bit.
"I SEE NOW!" he'd shout, raising his arms in the air before slapping them back to his sides. Marcel's attention now on his little robot 'sidekick' a puzzled expression. "I didn't see it at first, but now it is sooooo obvious. You, and that feisty blonde knowing each other. Those awkward glances you are giving that Saiyan over there. Yes, yes it all makes sense now..." he'd pace back, and fourth between the three, arms behind his back except for the occasional flaliling of one his hands as he explained, like a doopy detective. "Marcel, you, and this...Hinawa was it? HINAWA person were lovers, and this man right here...." he patted the back of his hand against Lev's chest while standing next to him in an attempt to get the other two's attention. "Was a close friend of yours who you caught with his pants quite literally down with yo woman!" he'd then cross his arms once again with a grin, feeling as if he solved a very important case with little to no error. He'd then find himself back next to the unbelievably confused hybrid with an arm around him before whispering in his ear. "Unless it is actually the other way around, and the guy was your lover, theeennnn I ain't gonna judge, but it would certainly make sense as to why you suck with the ladies..." he'd claim before letting go, Marcel now sporting a look of regret, and anger towards the cyborg. Of all the places his ship could've crashed, why did it have to be in the damn Bamboo Forest where the hybrid resided in!? A cruel twist of fate perhaps?
"But seriously though, why would anyone pick a dude over these...small PUPPIES!?" Hunter would find himself behind Hinawa, hands against her....chest in a similar fashion with Lev, but this time sporting a smirk as he looked over to the two Saiyans.
"Hmm..." Marcel just stood there, and watched the lewd act unfold. Usually he'd get flustered over seeing, or being a part of things like this, but remembering how Hinawa could be, he just stood there, and waited for the....chaos to unfold, even forgetting about his worries about Lev for the moment as he looked over to him, sure that he also knew what was going to happen next.
R.I.P Hunter...
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Post by Hinawa on Nov 26, 2016 1:07:06 GMT
It was actually pretty nice and comforting to just be having a normal conversation with Levlidian today - she had needed this more than she had thought. It reaffirmed what she already knew - he really was a good guy deep down, and not at all like the Saiyans that had made Emer's life a living hell. His explanation actually made a lot of sense. "New style, hm? Makes sense to me. Well, if you want to improve your agility, the only thing you can really do is keep straining it. Only reason I'm so flexible and quick is that I've always fought this way, even before I knew how to fight at all. So its instinct, basically." Really, she was trying her best to ignore the weirdo that was continuing to spout utter nonsense about her, Lev and Marcel - she still couldn't suppress a slight twitch of her left eyelid, though. Lev had never seen her really annoyed before, but if this continued, he would.
Still, she slapped the Saiyan against the chest lightly. "Don't sweat it, but don't do it again. If you're gonna protect the planet from some bloodthirsty demon, at least call me, or I might actually end up worried. Can't have you getting actually badly hurt on my watch." Healing magic HAD to exist. After seeing how Lev still seemed to not be in perfect condition, she was simply more determined now to try to find a way to learn it. But that could wait until later, right now, she just wanted to enjoy a nice, relaxing day off, just enjoying her new amazing home. Then, she found out just why Hunter's energy not being picked up by her Ki senses was such a detriment...
"Funny story. There was this lottery and competition in-" Hinawa's voice froze suddenly, as two VERY inappropriate hands dared to touch her. The twitch on her left eyelid returned full force now - but her voice seemed oddly composed. "Computer, open front door."
Looked at from the outside, the mansion really was beautiful. The domed building surely stood out in the frozen wastes, but that gave it an almost magical, fairy-tale like property - the hidden sanctuary of the fox priestess, hidden from normal mortal eyes through endless snow-storms and one of the most inhospitable places on the entirety of planet Earth. But even that mystical and beautiful scene could turn odd and funny, as was demonstrated by the front door of it suddenly opening, before a shout could be heard all across the Yunzabit Highlands.
"Foxfire Inferno!"
A huge, blue gout of flame shot out of the doorway, carrying with it the humanoid figure of the android Hunter, as he was flung right out of the mansion's dome, before the metal door slid back shut without making much of a sound, leaving a huge trail of melted ice and snow that made it look as if the dome's entrance was a mouth that just spat fire. Soft snow began to fall again now, slowly becoming thicker - it would soon be a giant snowstorm. And no pleading or begging would get that door to open again for a certain android.
Taking a deep breath, Hinawa lowered her hands. Blue sparks still danced between her fingers, but a grim satisfaction was written all over her face. "The nerve on that guy. Oi Marcel, new thing I gotta teach you: How to pick better friends. Lesson one: No perverted morons. Think you can handle that?" Giving the black-haired pretty boy a sharp glance like daggers, she adjusted her weighted top slightly, still definitely more irritated than either of them had ever seen her before, and for good reason. If she didn't have a certain reputation as a calm and collected woman to lose, then she'd have torn her weights off before unleashing the beast on that pervert - as it stood, the fire would probably not really be any danger to him, but the laws of physics for force and movement were still a bitch. She wondered if he'd freeze into a glacier or escape in time - hopefully the former. That would send a message.
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Foxfire Inferno used for hilarity and for sending a message.
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Post by Levlidian on Nov 26, 2016 1:50:23 GMT
She slapped his chest lightly and her friend grinned to the notion and adjusted his shoulders into a meek shrug,it made a lot of sense, she'd always been slender and even as they'd fought the first time; the style she prioritised acted similar to a dancing beast than his 'bull-rush' concept. "Fair enough<" he uttered, scratching his chest and ruffling his black Gi in the process. Again, he looked to Hunter as he wandered forwards, furrowing a brow to his spouting to which earned him an eye roll. "She's my best frie-," he paused and coughed, a spur of the moment saw him reacquaint himself with his uncaring, anti-social state of mind to say, "-Rival, my...rival-" a stern sneer appearing in kind; old habits die hard. "-not my fuck buddy," he spat bluntly and looked away only to lay eyes on a scene that would boast a devastating consequences.
As Hunter reached round on Hinawa, Levlidian's eyes widened spying the twitching brow. Swiftly, he began to take a few steps back, grinning as a idiot might for he knew what was to come and it excited him to see a tad bit of brutality shown by the Fox. This was until the attack ignited, it all cleared, flames died down and Hunter seemed no where to be seen and yet the front door stemmed closed in the wake of it all. Slowly, the beast wandered back to Hinawa's side and gave her a glare of jealousy. "How come I don't get that sort of treatment when we spar?" he spat seemingly allowing his inner Saiyan to pour from him; "I'd love to test myself against that power," again he folded his arms adjusting his facial features to a softer expression.
"The pretty ol' Fox has a point lad, y'should probably pick better friends if you want to make more," his eyes reduced to slits as he uttered this and a sly grin appears as he recollected the way she reacted when he complimented her, "With me we just have to spar but Hinawa has a thing for 'manners'," he writhed both sets of forefingers and middle in a sarcastic notion of 'speech marks' as he wandered down the stairs to where ever the attack rendered the man standing.
"So how're you been since North Capitol bud'?" he asked and proceeded to lean upon the wall at the foot of the stairs, his build drawing taught to sustain his position whilst he'd fix his ferocious looking eyes upon Marcel, "Haven't been beating yourself up about the whole thing right? I'd have to punch you for being a moron if you were,"
Seemingly serious besides the look of absolute cruelty mixed a long side mischief, the man truly was an oddity that swerved and swayed by his own rules and at this point, he hadn't adequately adopted his new motives. Despite knowing what he wanted to do, despite knowing hwo to do it; feelings weren't something he betrayed very well. pride always pierced the air for him every time and today was no different, Marcel was a fighter and Levlidian wanted to be sure he was taken seriously as a Fighter in kind before opening his less irritable side to converse with the new man.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2016 4:56:01 GMT
Having had Hunter just kicked out, Marcel began to remember that he was still here with Lev. Though the two have said something to him, he couldn't help but freeze up a bit before being hesitantly. "M-my apologies....but perhaps I should go." he'd say, turning around to face the shut door, hoping that Hinawa would open it for him. If she does, he'd fly out without turning back, off to his home which was the Bamboo Forest.
-Attempting to Exit-
(I'm sorry for the sudden departure. When you're ready to turn this in, can I get Zeni, please?)
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Post by Hinawa on Nov 26, 2016 23:59:38 GMT
Sometimes, gratuitous violence just felt good. When Marcel wanted to leave, Hinawa shrugged - with a quick command from her, the door opened for him and closed right after to keep the cold out. "Feel free to come by again later if you want!" Giving the hybrid a final goodbye, she nudged her Saiyan friend in the side once Marcel was gone. "By the way, he WAS beating himself up over it. In fact, I kinda saved him from freezing himself to death out of guilt. The poor guy is a bit of a goody two shoes, would never want to hurt such a brave defender of Earth like you." While there was some obvious snark in her voice, there was also warmth - Hinawa did appreciate it a lot how much Lev had changed over his stay on Earth. From callous, impatient and rude, to... callous, impatient, rude, a pain in her ass, and a good friend and caring man. Really, she wasn't even sure if Earth had changed him, or simply brought out traits he always had before. Saiyan culture was, from what she knew, incredibly militaristic, cruel and promoted self-serving opportunism only. Simply put, a culture of savagery, and she was always surprised when relatively alright people like Lev and Taro came out of it. Whatever drove sentient beings to the side of good - it was strong in their common soldiers. "Also, if you wanna get a taste of that fire, keep on calling me 'pretty'. I don't appreciate those jokes too much." With a still slightly annoyed sigh, Hinawa turned towards the door actually leading into the mansion. "So you're gonna need a new Gi soon. That pile of rags you're wearing looks like it'll fall apart if a stiff breeze hits it." With still slightly stiff steps, she began walking towards the door. Why was she so irritated? Well, any woman would probably be after what that buckethead did, but she got instant revenge for it. No, it was probably that 'pretty fox' comment that stuck in her mind. The only man to ever express open actual interest in her was Emer, of all people - she highly doubted that anyone else shared it. The simple fact that she had actual muscles turned away most men. "So, are you a Super Saiyan already now? At this rate you'll be the Martial Arts champion of the galaxy before I even finish my own style." --- Levlidian |
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Post by Levlidian on Nov 27, 2016 18:44:54 GMT
Marcel vacated relatively quickly, as the door slid closed it occured to the Saiyan that perhaps there was something bothering the lad. This was only confirmed as Hinawa swept up beside him, the generally peppy mood of the Fox usually drew at least a smirk out of him. Yet, today Marcel's unwillingness seemed to pierce his pride some what. "Ha! Well it's partly your fault I chose to do this. Though if it is still eating at him, Marce' needs to push past it before it defines him instead of strengthens him," with a mimic of the shrug he'd used before, the young Wolf followed on into the depths of the Manor after Hinawa. It was true, as equally as he'd tried to inspire her apparently she'd had a role in inspiring him. The want to acquire Super Saiyan, the desire to create a home, the thoughts flooded through our protagonists mind as he peered about Hinawa's home. The outlay was just gorgeous, well planned and the green eyed monster in him soon reared its ugly head. However, the next sentence out of her mouth courted a spark of guilt in the man. "You are good looking," he looked utterly perplexed by her assumption and pocketed his hands as they strode on. "The fact you're a good looking woman wasn't the joke, I was trying to embarrass some confidence into you was all. The guy seemed to like you; never met a soul who over did the level of respect he was having," a mock shudder occurred and he grinned as his form steadied again. "It made my neanderthal skin crawl, my tactics involve hitting really hard and a lot of insult sharing," a ploy to cheer her up indeed; making fun of his savagery usually did it. With her comment on his Gi, the young Saiyan peered down at his tattered, baggy attire. It -had- been a while since he'd repaired it but curiosity took him as they strode down the halls filled with finery. "Well," he grinned broader than before and settled a hand about Hinawa's elbow to turn her. "Do I get a new Gi if I train under you? I haven't managed to find a way to super saiyan yet; but I have a feeling you might be able to push me the way I need to be," drawing his hand back obtaining a short bow, "A better excuse to learn more of your families style as well," Hinawa |
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Post by Hinawa on Nov 29, 2016 21:06:02 GMT
"Right. I forgot that you're too thick to come up with an actual joke." With her grin returning, Hinawa looked at Lev's face as he turned her around to face him - damn it, she couldn't help but actually blush slightly. So that were TWO people now that actually liked her - AND potentially Marcel, too?! Since when did scars and muscles become attractive? Gah, just the thought made her blood run faster and hotter! Casting down her eyes for a moment to regain control of her feelings, she made sure to convince herself that once more, these three were simply all crazy. Emer especially, but Lev had probably just taken one too many kicks to the head - possibly courtesy of her, so she had nobody to blame her besides herself.
"Marcel most definitely isn't interested in me, you oaf. He just shows proper respect to his teachers, but hey, I'm gonna bash that into your skull yet. Before long you'll bow your head in respect." There was no harshness in her voice, but she definitely TRIED to look strict - but couldn't help it, she cracked up and actually laughed at the sole idea. "Yeah right, and next I'll go fight the moon. But seriously, there's no way Marcel is into me, buddy." And then Levlidian ACTUALLY bowed slightly, causing Hinawa a temporary confusion heavy enough for her to just stare at him with her mouth open.
"...Okay, you ARE full of surprises, aren't you? But no, I don't have any Gis, especially not in your size. What, you think I keep an extra wardrobe for you?" In fact, if he didn't already have a home, she probably WOULD - together with offering him a place to stay. But hey, he didn't have to know that, though she did look to the side slightly and didn't meet his eyes for that comment. The Saiyan was beginning to pick up on it when she was being defensive and when she was making jokes - no need to make that even easier. "Though I've got no complaints if you want to learn more of my style. Let me show you something."
Quickly opening one of the many doors, Hinawa waved her friend into a large, dusty room - filled to the brim with old books, scrolls and ancient weapons lining the walls. A large, wooden desk right in the middle had multiple scrolls opened on it already, just as the room had been when she had miniaturized before giving it to the company that made this mansion for her. The light in the room was a lot dimmer than everywhere else in the mansion, too. Slowly walking up to the desk, Hinawa turned around - her hands held behind her back, she suddenly looked very serious and grim. "What you see all around us is what I found in a hidden basement under where my parents' house was. All of the information here is locked behind a cipher that I'm still trying to crack fully. But I know now why my mother could manipulate Ki at all, and why it comes to me so easily. Lev, the Hyoukai - my ancestors - were galaxy-traveling assassins. According to the family line, I'm not even fully human. Not enough alien DNA to affect me, but its true."
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