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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2016 14:21:30 GMT
 All In A Day's Work
Power Level: 220,211
Resonance: 2,422,321 / 2,642,532
Hideaki: 50,000T4 Shop: ActiveNostalgic Ayumu
After you’ve reached a certain level of power being anywhere on the planet could be achieved with no time or effort. However, going at hypersonic speeds wasn’t the kind of thing Noxa did lightly. Sometimes all you really wanted to do was enjoy your time out at night — not focus really hard as to not be disoriented by the droning sound, heat, and violent atmospheric rumbling of going far above the sound barrier.
This was especially the case after a long day — this is exactly what this had been. The redheaded amazon had just finished crafting a rather beautiful log cabin not far from her Sensei’s home; a building intended to host a surprise celebration for his children, which would soon be coming into the world. Admittedly, setting up the home took far longer than Noxa would’ve anticipated, but despite the unexpected time the project took she was more than happy with the results — she had gone as far as to learn a new technique: Magic Materialization.
As she desired some relaxation, Noxa left the job of flying up to her companion. Mr. Floofs, the massive, fluffy, white-furred dog was kind enough to oblige without a lot of fuss. After all, he felt like Noxa should’ve been rewarded; she had gone through the ordeal of self-criticism well and without the destruction he expected. As such Noxa was given the treat of laying on his back, hugging his warm, fuzzy body through the nighttime flight.
The sky had been cold and breezy, but Noxa was an extremophile — forged to endure the extreme temperature of a planet orbiting a binary star system; whose night was as cold as the day was unbearably hot. Naturally, this late autumn weather wasn’t something that made the flight anything other than relaxing.
The beautiful night sky was a huge bonus. Away from the cityscape’s light pollution, the sky looked like a master’s canvas. Sadly, the closer the pair got to Satan City the more the sky began to be washed away. Soon enough Noxa’s eyes turned away from the sky, which at this point was nothing more than a few clouds brushed against a black image.
Soon enough a thud occurred outside Noxa’s shop as the near half-a-ton dog made his landing. The clicks of Noxa’s metallic heels followed suit. The shop was a standard two-story building; the first story was the main business area — which was just one big desk and chair where Noxa sat when talking to clients. The second floor was where she lived, which was far more fleshed out: a large sofa, large television screen, lush scarlet rugs, a small kitchen area and a bathroom.
Noxa soon approached the heavy metal shutters — the entrance to the building. It wasn’t locked; she never locked the shop’s entrance, as there was nothing of value to take. A long yawn echoed out into the shop as Noxa found herself entering the building.
“Good days work, wouldn’t you say so, Mr. Floofs?” Her hair reached up to bring down the shutters; cutting off the city, causing her glowing yellow eyes to be the only light source n the room.
An excited, high pitched bark marked his agreement, which the dog translated to her telepathically: ‘Surprisingly productive, all things considered.’
"What do you mean?" Wondered the woman, bright xanthic gaze subsequently focused on her companion.
A snort came from the dog as he mentioned, 'You have a temper when things don't go your way. I'm surprised you didn't level the entire area when you couldn't build that doghouse.'
Noxa rolled her eyes, dismissing his criticism completely. "You don't know what you're talking about." |
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Dec 3, 2016 14:35:54 GMT
While slowly making his way over the snow covered ground, every step leaving a new print in the snow of his slurring feet while letting a soft humming tone come out of his mouth while singing in a rather jolly tone with his face looking a bit red before giving the bottle he was carrying a swig that he could feel burning its way down before making the glass of the bottle evaporated in the air itself, leaving a soft trail of snow to fill this watery remains that his heated action had caused before seeing a rather familiar creature move over to an specific place, moving up an large metallic shutter even?
It did not seem like her to live in such a peculiar area as he moved over while letting a soft hiccup escape from his mouth and his knuckles tapped against it, loud and clearly. "Oh christmas tree, Oh christmas tree, can i see you in stockings, oh christmas tree, with thy beautifull leaves and gracefull foundation~" Slurring his words while at the same time trying to compliment the woman he thought would be inside, he sung his arrival out in an open tone with no restraints added to himself.
(Ayumu PL : Shit, Hana is in his pocket napping though as a tiny ball with a coat at 3,589,584 PL)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2016 18:06:01 GMT
Noxa’s exchange with Mr. Floofs was interrupted by a relatively unexpected knocking. Alongside it came a rather unexpected singing — the voice was familiar, as was the smell she could pick up from the other side of the shutters. Even through the cold steel Noxa was able to pick up on the scent of alcohol; the Old Man — Noxa’s guide as well as Celmaru’s teacher — had come a long way back to her shop. Noxa wasn’t sure why; she wondered if he planned to give her some kind of tip for having completed her task so swiftly, or perhaps he had yet another task to hand her.
Turning to around, the woman bent down, sliding her nails underneath the metal shutters. She looked over her shoulders as her body extended upwards to open the door completely.
“Mr. Floofs.” She called out in the open, “Turn on the lights, will you?”
In response to the redhead the canine companion gave a happy little yelp — his emotions seemingly unaffected by the argument the two had just gone through. The dog bounded off to the back of the shop, propping himself up against the wall and using his snout to flip the switch on.
Noxa’s eyes fell on the streetlight lit Old Man just as the lights of her own shop came to life overhead.
“Oh, I was right; it is you.” Noxa noted, her left hand still reaching up as she kept a hold of the metal shutters. “Coming in?” She wondered, figuring she might as well wait a little longer before asking him why he had been drinking this late during a weekday. Not to mention who would be the one currently running his shop.
“I should let you know that I have just come back from propping up the building on that patch of land near Celmaru’s village.” Noxa told him, her arm coming down as her arms crossed beneath her ample chest. “I don’t think Celmaru was able to sense me; I was careful — trying to keep the party a surprise and all that… Wait, a minute…” Noxa mumbled, realizing that she had come straight from the work area, meaning there was little time for the Old Man to have gone inspect her handy work — he certainly wasn’t here to pay her; after all there was no way for him to know she had finished her job!
“Why are you here?” She wondered, raising one of her scarlet brows, “You didn’t see the finished product — which it awesome, I might add. Although the inside definitely does still need decoration. Someone should get on that.”
With that being said Noxa could hear the pitter patter of paws against her wooden floor. Mr. Floofs, panting, sat besides Noxa — the large dog almost as tall as she was. Floofs stared at the inebriated Old Man, wondering what he was doing here.
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Dec 5, 2016 7:39:32 GMT
As soon as she had appeared through the metal covering the sight of Ayumu, he was shocked for a mere moment.
Air slowly burning his lungs, the frosty and cold morning air that was slowly being breathed in and out as his face contorted upon realizing what he was doing before clutching his head from a rather mighty blow of embarrassment almost to the point of wanting to dig a hole and pass out.
Yet he stood his ground, trying to push his emotions down and stop himself from saying anymore stupid crap while opening his mouth softly. “Sorry, I was just appreciating how lucky I was...”
Taking a moment to breathe, Ayumu just let an awkward pause sink slowly in as he then looked at the sky “To make saying goodbye so hard, truly...” Before his own palm struck his own forehead and he rummaged through an rather small bag on his side.
The bag was made from cotton, it was clumsily weaved before letting it slowly move away from his body, giving an quick whiff to make certain his scent of alcohol had not spread to it and happily nodding, an small letter and gift being handed towards the woman in front of him “I am bringing gifts, this was made by a small little runt at a orphanage, I kept telling them stories about... The mighty Celmaru, the proud Warriors, even the beautiful Noxa, yet here I am, carrying whatever they could muster to make on their own towards you.” Hoping that you would take this small package and bag that had a few hand made cookies in the bottom of it, seemingly still warm.
The snow that was stuck on Ayumu his shoulders and on top of his hair slowly starting to melt in the heat. “Namorel is making an group... I am scared that his tale will at some point just end, would you be able to join him and help keep that idiot safe? Just like I am busy giving my all for those who need an better home?”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2016 19:13:08 GMT
Her canine companion’s panting began to turn condense into the air. Though he may have just looked like a mindless, yet obedient animal Mr. Floof was giving this entire scenario just as much thought as Noxa. She wasn’t entirely sure what OM was doing out there, but from the way he was talking it was like he was going to head out — leave to some place. All of this talk about “Goodbyes” and “keeping that idiot safe”.
Namorel was a capable fighter who had grown more than just physically. When the redhead met her Namekian compatriot he was hardly able to stand the noisy nature of the cityscape, but soon enough overcame his Namekian handicap of hearing and began to adventure through the land.
Still, Noxa’s attention was perhaps more fixated on the handful of cookies that the man seemed to have brought her, claiming orphans crafted them. Noxa knew, first hand, Ayumu was an unbelievable altruist. Noxa’s hand reached out, taking a hold of the treats brought to her. She didn’t waste much time in bringing them to her lips and indulging on the onset of sugary goodness.
“You’re making it sound like you’re going somewhere.” She spoke with a mouthful, chewing and chewing to an almost excessive degree; she really was going to enjoy that sugary mush for as long as she could.
She finally swallowed, clearing her throat. She made a mental note to visit wherever orphanage was close by more often — these were not half bad.
“And, Old Man, Namorel can handle himself well. Are you sure you’re not just emotional because of the alcohol?”
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Dec 7, 2016 6:34:43 GMT
Seeing to himself that his words did not slur too much, he was starting to feel his head slowly clear up lightly, an soft blade of pain inserting itself figuratively into his skull as an painful groan came out of Ayumu his mouth.
Before wetting his own lips, Ayumu his eyes drifted off to his surroundings, hoping to see what was inside of this place, speaking once again “He is following a path that will meet resistance Noxa, if it wasn't for Celmaru having a lack of freedom currently with his children coming up... I could have requested him to at least keep a eye out for the bugger.” An small piece of paper materializing out of seemingly thin air.
The soft projection of blue energy taking a soft white before black letters started to be formed on the surface as Ayumu himself admitted honestly “There have been a few groups of bandits who assaulted his house a few times, normally we could assume that this would be an accidental found but after a few days of research...” Giving a awkward look to the side, as he even admitted to a complete lack of scientific skills, having to request help from a few youngsters on how to figure things out, hence why it took a few days. “Somebody has put a small bounty on his head, enough for an group of racists to take after his life.
Their faces are on this piece of paper, its nothing much compared to the information older friends of mine could give, an few androids I know or even that old researcher...
But they all went quiet lately, So I just want to make it certain if his group of renegades that are trying to keep some form of justice in the slums safe...” before letting out a soft burp, Ayumu placed his hand against his mouth and looked awkwardly to where the bathroom would be, with a pleading look in his eyes.
If you were to allow him to visit your bathroom in his time of need, Hana would be standing where Ayumu had stood once before and slowly shook her head “He should either learn to drink less, vent less or hit on women less, maybe all of them but he is going to kill himself like this one day.
He is already growing dependent on the bottle.” Slowly folding her arms as this left arm of hers slowly distorted upon the initial touch before slowly stabilizing, touching her foot on the ground along with a soft metal thud.
Her stance was one prepared for if anybody wanted to fight, yet at the same time she held a strange kind of obsession with her eyes constantly drifting to the large amount of white fur on the beast beside you, an extremely faint tingle of desire in her eyes visible as she wanted to hug that dog.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2016 15:47:57 GMT
The idea of Namorel being in danger from some kind of gang or conspiring racists never really occurred to her. After all, Noxa knew that Namorel was eons above the average population of Earth. Well, in terms of power level anyway — in terms of malice and street wisdom he paled in comparison. The scarlet-haired hostess also understood that Namorel had begun to develop some kind of rap career — which she admittedly introduced him to and may or may not have pulled some strings to secure. It was more than plausible that with the onset of fame hostility and jealousy would breed with him and his competitors — maybe that was the root of the problem Old Man described; maybe some musical opponent of Namorel had decided to play dirty.
Noxa considered these possibilities, utterly unsure of how to proceed. She had plucked the summoned paper for herself, examining in closely. She wasn’t entirely sure how to proceed; she could always take matters into her own hands — it wouldn’t be the first time she had taken the role of a ‘janitor’ before… Although something told her that Ayumu would approve of her countermeasures, even if Noxa believed them to be completely justified.
It wasn’t until Ayumu had asked for the bathroom that Noxa found herself looking up to the old man. Leave it to him to unintentionally soften the blow of such a serious situation. Noxa, not realizing that she had been a pot calling the kettle black, reached up with her free hand, pointing at the stairs.
“Take those up. This building only hair two floors. Up there is where I live, you’ll come into my bedroom or, err, living room. The kitchen is on the door to the right; the bathroom is on the door to the left.” There was a brief pause, “Please don’t confuse them.”
With Ayumu’s departure the woman had turned around again to see a figure that she had vicariously come to know but never seen face to face. The stance it took indicated to Noxa exactly what it had in mind — combat. However, as eccentric as Noxa was, her face didn’t budge from something akin to a stern disapproval.
“No fighting indoors.” She said, “My lease here doesn’t cover demolition by ki user.” It was with that that Noxa found herself turning around completely, moving over to the main desk within that floor — the only desk. A large, wooden thing with a lamp and paper were strewn about. The woman sat down an began to look over the papers. She had, after all, just come from a job. Naturally, it was fitting that she would close the day by finalizing the paperwork that had been forged between Ayumu and herself when she was contracted to build the ‘party house’ for Celmaru.
Mr. Floofs, on the other hand, wasn’t so quick to dismiss the figure. The demon pup had sat and remained seated, panting as his big, unblinking eyes stared directly at the materialized Hana. The panting would be broken by a half-assed “Rrrouuff” — something that had changed from a bark to a snort halfway through. The 5’9”, 888lb pup certainly didn’t act menacing; if Hana’s impulse to give him a hug persisted she would be more than welcome to do so.
Or so it seemed.
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Post by Entirely Ed on Dec 10, 2016 12:01:39 GMT
@noxa your PL gains are 1965OLD PL: 241,464 NEW PL: 243,429 Nostalgic Ayumu your PL gains are 666OLD PL: 236,936 NEW PL: 237,602 |
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