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Post by Callion on Nov 22, 2016 1:49:39 GMT
It was a peaceful day in the forest of bamboo that Callion frequented. The sun shone brightly in the sky, with almost no clouds to cover its glow. The temperature was as moderate as ever, with a pleasant breeze flowing through every now again. Said breeze chilled the air, though not enough to cause discomfort. Callion, the wayward warrior from Planet Vegeta, was laying down, arms folded behind his head, on his favorite patch of grassy earth in the center area of the forest. His long sleeved red shirt and high waisted black sweatpants pressed tightly against his lean, muscular frame. His black reading glasses stayed still on the bridge of his nose, thanks to the pull of gravity. His usually greased and flat hair was allowed to retain it's usually spiked and unkempt state. Callion hadn't bothered to this morning, as a feeling of lethargy had overcome him. Today felt like a day where he could just kick up his feet and enjoy the peace and quiet. His blade lay a foot away from his sprawled out form. With a blade that was three feet long and colored pitch black, the weapon looked quite fearsome, though it was left to lay there inside of its sheath, which had a strap for Callion to wrap around his chest. Callion usually kept the blade in what the Earthlings referred to as a gym bag, but today, he felt like he could cut loose a little bit. Callion had a habit of assuming no one would run into him while he was in this forest he frequented so much. Whether or not that was a foolish notion was up to the person asked, but Callion's lethargy only reinforced his assumption. Callion let out a sigh, as he watched a small cloud drift by. A grin would come over the young man's face. He was experiencing a tranquility he had never felt before.
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Nov 22, 2016 2:04:17 GMT
Tulip wandered down the path, trying to ignore the sweat that ran down her brow. She had made a mistake. Miscalculating the length her supplies would last, she had overindulged in food after training, resulting in a sudden lack of food and water. Stumbling down the path, the woman finally tripped and sprawled face down in the dirt. Not like this, dammit! Slamming her fist into the ground, she forced herself to rise to a standing position. Her body wouldn’t give out, not like this, not so soon. Forcing herself to stand straight, the woman continued walking firmly down the path. It was only another half day trip to the city, as long as she didn’t run into any bothersome nuisances, she would make it alive. Her eyes widened in shock when she noticed a man on one side of the road, lying on his back. She noted his blade, which was a long, honed piece of black metal. She didn’t see any trace of food or water on his person, so she hesitated in calling out. Her body was far more battered than it had been before, due to her intense training after running into the savage warrior from before. The woman could faintly sense his masculine scent lingering in the air, and her heart skipped a beat as she realized this lazy warrior was also of Saiyan descent. Summoning her courage, she shouted across the clearing towards the swordsman. “I’m a wandering fighter! You wouldn’t happen to have some food or water you could spare? I can pay with some Zeni, if you need…” She paused, waiting for his reaction to her sudden declaration.
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Post by Callion on Nov 22, 2016 2:34:33 GMT
Callion's right eye flickered open at the sound of a woman's voice. Looking around a bit for the source of it, the young warrior took a moment to study her appearance, before relaxing his shoulders from their tensed position. She had surprised him with the sudden noise. He then listened carefully to her words, and for a moment his heart felt a pang of sympathy. The woman looked like she was barely surviving, and Callion knew first hand what that felt like. His mind drifted to his earlier years on that hellish planet before he shook his head and snapped back into reality.
Looking over to the woman, he gave her a friendly smile before replying.
"Uh yes of course, if you'll just give me a second."
Callion reached over to his silver gym bag, pulling it closer to him, before leaning upward, and unzipping it. He then pulled out a bottle of water, and what looked like a small thick square of plastic. Upon closer inspection, it was just a sandwich of dubious contents wrapped in far too much plastic.
Looking back over to the woman, he would gesture for her to come over, patting the ground next to him to indicate the request of "taking a seat," as the humans put it.
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Nov 22, 2016 4:13:49 GMT
Tulip sat down next to the fighter, graciously accepting the proffered sandwich and drink. She sipped the water slowly and began methodically chewing the sandwich. It was incredibly delicious; Tulip imagined the sandwich would’ve tasted leagues worse without the seasoning of hunger, but she still managed to completely finish the sandwich. Licking the crumbs off her fingers, she crumpled the wrapped into a tiny ball and threw it to one side. Finishing the food off with a sip of the water, the woman turned towards the fighter and spoke again. “It’s always a surprise to see people out in the wilderness. Did you get here by flying as well?” Her mind thought back on Levlidian, the Saiyan warrior who’d been her first rival on earth. Could’ve taught her how to fly before running off; that would be convenient right about now. Shaking the sorrowful thoughts from her head, the short woman pulled her knees to her chest and looked sideways at the young warrior. After his warm greeting, he hadn’t said a word. He had waited for her to finish the meal, which was a kindness she hadn’t anticipated. Taking a deep breath, the woman looked across at the young man and spoke firmly. “So, what do you want as a reward. Name your price, even my body if you wish it.” Before the man could question the wording of Tulip’s declaration, the woman began taking off her jacket, to reveal the tattered white tank-top underneath. Undoing the belt on her pants, she kicked them off as well to reveal thin training shorts. Turning towards him, she folded both items neatly and set them to one side. This guy is muscular, almost as much as Levlidian...if I could fight him, that would be amazing! She felt her breathing starting to become faster, as her face started to flush. Dispelling it with a deep breath, the woman waited for the man’s response.
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Post by Callion on Nov 22, 2016 13:45:50 GMT
The sandwich was essentially a slab of cooked meat between two pieces of bread. While that wasn't exactly the most nutritious of lunches, Callion found this to be a most enjoyable meal and was under the assumption that others would as well. Callion was glad that the woman was enjoying his sandwich. The warrior was glad something he had made was making someone else happy. As the woman ate his offering and drank from the bottle he gave her, Callion reached into his gym bag and pulled out a second bottle of water, twisting off the cap and partaking in some drinking as well.
After he heard the woman's initial question, Callion gave her another smile before replying.
"No, I prefer to walk when I visit this place. That way I can take in how beautiful the forest is."
With that simple answer, Callion just continued to sip from his water, as he looked to the beautiful blue sky above him. The sky was Callion's favorite thing about Earth. So vast, yet so barren.
As the woman beside him began to speak again, Callion had begun to drink some water again, though once she offered her body to him, Callion's head tilted a bit. He was still looking skyward, but his wonder with the sky was overshadowed by his confusion with the woman's phrasing. Callion looked over to the woman, seeking to ask what she meant and his eyes widened as he saw her removing her outer layer of clothing.
Realization filled Callion's mind.
Without thinking, Callion began to voice his discomfort with this, but as a result began to choke on his unswallowed water. A brief spout of coughing overcame Callion as his throat tried to force out the water, to some success. The warrior dropped the water, then coughed into his open palm, which was then soaked with the remnants of his last drink, before patting his chest for a moment in instinct.
Taking a deep breath, Callion looked over to the woman, who looked a bit flushed looking very concerned and said quickly,
"That will definitely not be necessary. There is no payment needed. Just think of it as a gesture of kindness from one person to another.. You can put your clothes back on now. Please."
Callion's face was redder than his t-shirt at the moment, as he looked away from the woman, giving her the privacy she probably needed.
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Nov 22, 2016 20:02:22 GMT
Tulip looked at him with a questioning gaze, surprised by this abrupt reaction. Levlidian had immediately accepted her request for a duel, but this man seemed to be embarrassed by it. Crossing her legs and turning to face the young man, she spoke again. “This is my training outfit. I still have clothes underneath. Wait…” Tulip thought for a moment, before realization crossed her face. A grey aura coated her fists as she slammed both into the earth. She then slammed her forehead into the ground, taking up an apologetic bow. From the kneeling position the woman was in, Tulip spoke firmly and solemnly. “I didn’t realize that my words would make you assume that I meant sexual favors. That is the thing furthest from my mind. Which shows just how perverted you are, since that’s the first thing you thought of. Anyway, my apologies. Since the food and drink are free, can I offer you a duel as an appetizer? Think of it as a post-meal workout.” Yanking her fists free of the ground, the girl rolled back onto her heels and rose to a standing position. Walking backwards, she began rolling her shoulders and stretching her chest muscles. Spreading her feet shoulder-width, she reached both hands towards one side and continued her stretching routine. She hoped the man would duel her. He should, considering she called him a pervert. A small frown crossed her face, as a slight blush darkened her cheeks. She didn’t seem that frivolous, right? Finishing her stretches, the woman turned towards the man, emerald eyes gleaming in the hazy sunlight that covered the clearing they stood in.
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Post by Callion on Nov 23, 2016 16:48:40 GMT
Callion turned at the sound of the ground being slammed into and watched as the woman bowed to him in apology. Callion was a bit embarrassed by this, though he wasn't entirely sure why.
After the initial embarrassment which only lasted a moment, Callion sighed in relief. He had made a rash assumption and was thankfully proven wrong.
"Oh. Well th-" Callion froze. A relieved smile had been on his face before the woman made her remark about how perverted Callion was. Callion's smile faded, as he opened his mouth to dispute that claim. Then a variety of expression were made visible on his face. Disagreement, deep thought, unpleasant realization, and finally shame. Callion's head hung low as the unpleasant truth filled him.
"I'm not a pervert. Am I?" Callion quietly mumbled to himself, paying half attention to the woman for a moment. Then, the woman brought up a duel and Callion's full attention was taken by that. Watching the woman roll back onto her feet and begin stretching, Callion had immediately wanted to deny the request, but then the guilt of him assuming the women was some frivolous vixen filled him.
Normally, Callion tried to avoid violence at all cost, and as he dwelled on the woman's request, an idea formed in his mind. He could give this woman what she wanted, while still holding onto his principles.
Taking a deep breath, Callion removed his glasses, placing them into his right pocket and his demeanor suddenly shifted from a sort of awkward person to one of unyielding determination. The warrior's intense black eyes met the woman's emerald gaze. Callion raised his right hand up, beckoning the woman forward in a sort of challenge. He then crossed his arms and waited for the woman to take the first move.
(And there off! Good luck!)
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Nov 23, 2016 23:13:57 GMT
When Callion stood up and removed his glasses, the woman’s heart skipped a beat. He had taken her offer for a battle! His intense gaze met her own, and Tulip resisted the urge to swallow in response. This...was what she had missed. Practicing punches on the earth and bamboo wasn’t as satisfying as the intensity that a battle had. Two figures honing their martial art through the fierce clash of melee. When he beckoned with his right hand, Tulip’s mouth cracked a grim smile and she dug her toe further into the earth.
“Don’t mind if I do.” As the last word left her lips, Tulip covered the distance between the two in only a matter of split seconds. Five feet away from the man, she planted her foot and launched herself into the air, rotating her entire body and launching a reverse roundhouse kick towards the man’s head. Not his face, considering he wore glasses and had a decent enough appearance. She had only practiced this particular technique a hundred or so times; this was the first time she had used it in combat. It wasn’t a particularly powerful technique, unless it hit the temple perfectly. The only practical purpose it served was disrupting the opponent’s rhythm through sheer speed. To martial artists back home, the kick was almost invisible. But, after battle on Earth a number of times, Tulip knew better than to put these martial artists on the same level as those from Wotaera.
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KP 3/3, PL 5,700
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Post by Callion on Nov 24, 2016 20:37:14 GMT
Callion grinned internally, upon seeing the woman's smile. He wanted to keep the smile off of his face for the sake of seeming serious.
Callion hadn't bothered to stretch before the fight or do any other real preparation. Truth be told, Callion hadn't been in a fight in a while. In fact, this was probably the first time Callion had ever fought someone of his own volition. Kassava, his father, those kids at the Academy. Those had all been forced onto him. Callion's fist clenched as he thought back to Kassava before he pushed the memory away. There were more pressing matters to attend to Like the attack aimed at his head!
Callion had a few options here. He could dodge out of the way, granting him the chance of a counterattack in a matter of moments, or he could block the kick and use that opportunity to toss his opponent away, granting him some distance and a brief respite. Or...
As the woman's foot raced toward the side of his head, Callion's usually pupils would suddenly begin to glow bright red, before two lasers emerged from them racing toward the woman's vulnerable position. As an added measure and in tandem with his Eye Lasers, Callion would bend his back a bit, keeping the direction the same, but allowing the woman's foot to move harmlessly past his face. The lasers weren't meant to pierce her flesh, instead, they were only meant to push her back, and burn anything they made contact with, thanks to their intense heat.
--------------- Eye Laser[N1] Used! Damage Equivalent to 33% of my PL KP: [2/3]
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Nov 25, 2016 3:10:56 GMT
Her blood froze as she saw his eyes gleam with light. He stepped back, easily avoiding the range of her kick. She didn’t have anything near the ground, nothing to avoid the incoming attack she knew was going to strike. Red lasers suddenly appeared in the air, burning a clean hole through the woman’s stomach and side. Intense pain shot through her entire body as she tried to put her feet out and land, but she failed. Stumbling forward and crashing into the ground at the man’s feet, the woman clutched at her two injuries with one hand while making a fist with another.
“Guh...gah….AHHHH!” Tulip’s scream echoed through the clearing, as the pain overwhelmed her. The beams the demon had fired paled in comparison to the damage this man had just done with raising a finger. She felt sweat forming on her brow as she struggled to catch her breath. Blood was beginning to stain her tank top, which put out the embers on the edge of the shirt. She slowly pushed her foot into the dirt, forcing herself to rise to her feet. Staggering forward, she attempted to slam her bloody fist into his chest. Her hand didn’t even complete the arc, as she fell forward onto her knees, consciousness flickering from the intense pain. Her shirt was slowly turning red and the blood was staining her shorts as she tried to summon up something, anything, to make her body move.
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Post by Callion on Nov 25, 2016 23:56:03 GMT
Callion watched the woman fall forward, first with anticipation for her second attack, before something was wrong. As his eyes regained their black coloration, Callion straightened his back, just in time to see the blood coming from the woman's abdomen. An icy cold hand gripped Callion's heart, his breath freezing in his lungs as time seemed to slow down. As the woman fell forward, Callion reached his arms forward, catching the woman before she could just fall straight to the ground.
Callion's breathing began to speed up as worry and fear became evident on his face.
"Oh my goodness! No no no no no! I didn't mean to-" Callion paused in his statement as he saw the hole he had burned through the woman's flesh.
Callion felt disgusted with himself.
I knew it! I knew I shouldn't have accepted this! Why didn't I just dodge it? Why'd I have to go and...
"Agh!" Callion exclaimed, his face contorting as the unpleasant images of his battle with Kassava filled his mind. Him slamming the older man into that cliff side repeatedly, before searing two holes into his flesh to finish him off, just like...
Callion looked down to the woman in his arms, gently placing her onto the ground. Looking away from her pained form, Callion rushed over to his gym bag and unzipped it, haphazardly ruffling through the bag, looking for one item in particular. Moving aside the various items of food, and his journal, he spotted the bandages he carried with him wherever he went. After his brutal encounter with that purple alien, and the resulting injuries to his person, Callion wanted to be prepared for any sort of injury as often as possible. In silence, Callion layed the bandages, another sandwich, and a second bottle of water by the woman's writhing figure.
Callion straightened himself once again, reaching to his hips and lifting the shirt off over his shoulders and off of his body. Stooping down, Callion would try and shut out the pained sounds the woman made, as he needed to help as much as he could. The warrior would tie the shirt around the woman's figure, making sure it held tight and pressed against the wound. The blood, matching the color, invisibly sunk into the shirt's fabric.
Looking mournfully at his shoddy attempt to rectify the situation, Callion quietly said, "I'm so sorry."
He then slung his bag over his shoulder, his blade safely placed inside of it. With a heavy heart, Callion leaped into the air, the power of his ki keeping him afloat, as he continued to ascend into the air, away from his latest opponent.
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Nov 26, 2016 22:17:59 GMT
Tulip’s vision was filled by the man’s chest, as he stepped forward and caught her. Her mind was muddled by the pain from her injuries. The man lowered her to the ground, blood staining the shirt he was wearing. She struggled to keep her vision from fading as the man vanished from her sight. He returned quickly, setting something to the side. Tulip struggled to push herself up, but was unable.
The man stood up over her and took off his red shirt. Kneeling next to the injured woman, he raised her body off the ground. She stifled a scream of pain as he wrapped the shirt around her waist and tied it off. The woman looked up into his face as she struggled not to scream in pain. She saw his face and could see the regret in his gaze. She wanted to apologize, but was unable through the pain. When he tightened the shirt down on her wounds, she fonally cried out in pain, unable to restrain her voice any longer. “Gah!”
The Saiyan laid her down gently and turned away. He left her vision, but she could sense him getting further away. She struggled to maintain her vision, forcing her body to move. Looking over, she saw the bandages, food, and water he’d set aside. Tears began forming in her eyes, as the man flew away. Her vision began fading finally, as the tears ran down her cheek to the ground below.
I’m sorry...that I’m so weak...it’s not your...fault.
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Post by Callion on Nov 27, 2016 21:21:37 GMT
The air whipped through Callion's ebony hair as he retreated from the scene of the battle. His earlier feelings of lethargy were replaced entirely by the weighted feeling of melancholy.
"Never again," Callion mumbled to himself, as he continued to fly away. Eventually, Callion came across a clearing about a mile away and just sat down in the center, guilt evident on his face, and his breathing erratic.
Dropping his bag to his side, Callion quickly unzipped it reaching in and pulling out a brown leather book, and a pen. Shaking his head in order to clear his mind, Callion opened up the book to a blank page and began to scrawl in hurried Saiyan script.
Callion's Log. Entry 6.
I am more ashamed of myself than I have ever been before. I am a fool and no better than the legacy I tried to leave behind. I was careless and as a result, I made
Callion paused in his scrawling to let out a shaky sigh.
a careless mistake. I don't deserve to pretend to call myself an Earthling or even pretend so. I am just another destructive Saiyan. I am just another member of the race that has sacked countless planets and taken even more lives. Why was I so foolish? Why didn't I refuse? Why didn't I just dodge the damn kick? And then I had the gall to leave her with some food, water, and bandage? I am a fiend of the worst kind. A cowardly fiend. I don't deserve to be on this planet anymore.
As Callion continued to scrawl, his pen snapped in half as his anger got the better of him. With a loud "DAMN IT!" He reached into his bag and pulled out his backup pen. He then continued his self-deprecating entry.
Never again. Never again will I hurt someone else like that. I swear on the legacy of my parents.
With that, Callion returned the journal and his pen back into the bag, zipped it up, and just fell onto his back. He put his face in his hands and just layed down there, overcome with guilt.
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Nov 27, 2016 21:23:32 GMT
Requesting PL for this thread, due to Tulip's unconsciousness.
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Post by Vi-Poi on Nov 28, 2016 3:20:55 GMT
Callion 2289 WC & 3434 PL! 32705 + 3434 = 36,139 Adding.
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