The Wildest Tail in the West (Open) Jun 14, 2018 8:52:50 GMT -6
Post by Nashua on Jun 14, 2018 8:52:50 GMT -6
| THE WILDEST TAIL IN THE WEST |
|NASHUA'S PL: 15,000|
|PL MULTIPLIERS: None|
There are few who make a true difference in the grand scheme of the universe. There are heroes, destined for absolute greatness who will stop at nothing to ensure the safety of all peoples, as well as dastardly villains, scoundrels who will stop at nothing to destroy all that is good and take their seat atop the throne when the dust settles and all who oppose them have been defeated. And then there are people like Nashua. The Saiyan currently found herself in West City, by far the most modern city she'd seen on Earth. Technology had overtaken the place like moss on a tree stump, with cylinder shaped buildings topped with domes of all colors. The buildings themselves were mostly white, though; in fact, it seemed like almost everything except for the streets and grass were a crisp, solid white.
It wasn't the least aesthetically pleasing thing in the universe, as Nashua had seen far worse looking cities on different planets, such as the race of biped crocodiles who had no sense of color deciding to paint every single wall the exact same shade of dark pink. As for Nashua, she was getting better and better at controlling her spaceship, and was confident to the point where she was going to go practice on the streets where plenty of hazards would make for a good test of her flying skills. The girl was just giving the ship a little wash, as she'd flown through a sandstorm that had left the thing covered in, well, sand. Even her blutz generator hadn't been spared, hanging atop the thing covered head to toe in the dirty particles. "This is annoying," she muttered grumpily as she wiped the orb down thoroughly with the cloth.
After a few more minutes, she'd finally gotten the expensive generator all cleaned up. Then a different thought concerned her. Had it been damaged at all in the storm? Just to be safe in case she would really need it at some point in the future only to find it broken, she decided to check, flipping on the switch and turning it on. She realized about a half a second too late that she couldn't control her Oozaru form yet. A roar echoed throughout West City. Followed by some loud stomping. Followed by a gigantic monkey in purple battle armor rampaging around the area, wrecking cars and buildings alike. Who could stop this purple suited menace before they killed someone?
OOC NOTES: Oozaru form activated, new PL is 75,000