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Post by Misuji Mishima on Feb 18, 2019 11:13:21 GMT -6
HalePL: 14 000
In retrospect, Misuji Mishima didn't need to climb several stories worth of floors, to wind up hundreds of feet into the air. The lad was sure that there must have been some sort of entrance on the ground, even if it was one that he'd missed during his last visit. The problem, if it could even be called one, was that the young man didn't really realize this until he had scaled half of the pyramid-like structure that ominously marked the otherwise empty desert. With that much work and effort put into an entirely superfluous act, the young man saw it fit to see through the entirety of the deed.
At the very least, he would get a good work-out from his mistakes.
With that in mind, the young man's ascent continued, until he was very close to the top-floor door. That was when he realized another thing that he had failed to consider before leaving. Said realization made him slam his head into the wall, the solid material around the building vibrating from the sheer force of the blow. He groaned. Sweat dripped down his brow, staining his recently bought vintage t-shirt (one that adorned the sacred image of the great and powerful professional wrestler President Bao) didn't need to run all the way over to the tower again. As good as that particular form of cardio was, he really could've spared the time to rent a motorbike, or even a dainty, little city bike to keep him from getting too dog-tired.
He didn't mind the fatigue, he just wished that he wasn't the way he was. The chubby professional wrestler often had consider how much easier his life would be if he was actually able to think critically for more than thirty seconds at time.
Still, the effort was worth it, in his opinion. A hand reached for a laminated card in his duffel bag, which was fed to a scanner by the door. He was going to spend some time with his new buddy Hale, if the Arcosian present, and not busy with anything.
Otherwise Misuji would probably just leave after a cursory greeting.
He hoped he wouldn't have to, but his luck had failed him many times before.
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Post by Hale on Feb 19, 2019 16:20:29 GMT -6
Hale was completely oblivious to anyone coming into the tower as he was training on the ground floor and despite multiple tries at installing some sort of motion sensor to alert him of people entering, it still wasn't working. Depending on how Misuji had entered he would either heard a lot of grunting and sounds of fighting, or would have flat out seen Hale wrestling and fighting with someone. It didn't look like a spar as much as an out right brawl at times, but the one he was fighting with seemed pretty evenly matched with him as the went sprinting around the room at times. If Misugi would have gotten close enough he would have noticed the opponent was fighting was........Hale?
100k Base form
Hale is currently using Multi-form so both are 50k Each
Sorry for the not terribly long post, just wanted to make sure I finally got it posted up.
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Post by Misuji Mishima on Feb 19, 2019 17:29:24 GMT -6
Making his way down the spiraling stair cases was easy enough. Misuji Mishima had jogged all the way from the center of the city, throughout miles upon miles of desert wastes, just to reach the Tower. The fact that he still had the energy and capability to scale the structure until he reached its top floor spoke volumes about his conditioning. A few hundred steps were no problem for the young man.
What was an issue however, was his confusion. Namely, the surprised bafflement that came along with seeing the building's owner locked in the middle of a knock-down, drag-out dust-up with a figure that was entirely identical. Was it a dispute between twins? Was it a fight to see who carried the right to bear the name and likeness of an even older, identical Hale? Was someone just hired to dress exactly like Muscle Tower's owner for kicks and giggles?
Whatever the reality of the situation was, it resulted in a truly intense fight. Misuji had been in wars in the center of the ring before. He knew when there was something on the line. He wasn't sure what it was in this scenario, but he decided that the best course of action would be let the two Hales fight it out among themselves. Violence solved a good many problems, after all. Blood feuds were certainly one of them.
Misuji did not know. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know. So the boy simply watched the proceeding events, leaning against the wall next to the entryway. He didn't see many fights outside of his preferred form of martial arts. So despite how odd everything was, he took the whole ordeal as an opportunity to learn a bit about how Arcosians fought. At the very least, it was much more entertaining than sitting around at home and doing nothing of value on a rest day.
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Post by Hale on Feb 20, 2019 23:13:00 GMT -6
The fight between the two seemed to go on for a bit with neither realizing Misuji was even standing there. It was far from some impressive martial arts contest as they mostly tossed each other around the room and ran into each other like angry bulls over and over again. After what seemed like an eternity, one Hale grabbed the other and gave him a belly to back suplex right into the wall and strangely enough the one being slammed completely disappeared as soon as it came in contact with the hard surface. The Hale left standing fell to one knee and he was suddenly looking far worse for wear than he appeared just moments before, and definitely tired. Standing up slowly, Hale looked over noticing someone was standing there and put his arms up as if he thought he was about to have to fight before realizing who Misuji was, taking a single step towards him with a smile before suddenly face planting.
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Post by Misuji Mishima on Feb 20, 2019 23:31:33 GMT -6
Misuji Mishima was nonplussed. The sight of one of the Arcosians exploding after being tossed into a wall was an odd one, but the last few weeks had been punctuated by outlandish events. It was almost as though his life had been pushed off of the railway after finally getting back on track. The burly brawler had to admit, it was a lot funner than he ever could have guessed. While he still worked as per usual, a good number of the people he had met had been incredibly interesting, a majority of whom even managed to be actual aliens. So with a cheery chuckle, he shook his head, as the fitter figure fell face-first.
Misuji walked on over after the fight, a sympathetic smile on display. He had expected something a bit more complex and practiced, but figured that he shouldn't have been surprised. Anyone as proficient in the ways of building muscle as he was more than likely fought in a similar manner. The boy wasn't expecting a belly-to-back suplex from Hale, though it was thoroughly sports entertaining. The taller figure's form needed some work, at least the lad thought so. While the brawny boy himself was no technical master either, he was a life-long professional wrestler, whose training was equal parts specialized and complete. One of these days, he needed to take on Hale in a spar.
That day could wait, for now, he leaned over and extended a hand. "Doppelganger, eh? That is good trick." He commented, the soft expression devolving into an excited grin. As much as he didn't want to admit it, that fiery feeling from his chest began to climb up his throat again. He seriously craved a fight, but he would not ask for one. What was of graver importance, was the health and safety of his friend. "You have been training hard. Maybe it is time to rest?"
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Post by Hale on Feb 22, 2019 19:41:22 GMT -6
Slowly he lifted his head looking up at Misuji with a bit of a groan. "I need softer floors.", rolling over onto his back. Hale extended a hand for help to get up, but it was a matter of if Misuji could lift his large body off the floor as he was near dead weight. "Well, sort of. I found this tiny bug guy I can't remember the name of, but I mean he was really small. Maybe a foot tall or something. He did this trick where he split himself into different...well I have no idea how to explain it right now but it was cool. So I learned to do it pretty well, though it seems to split my power too it seems. Though it is a cool way to train, just hurts like hell as when one of the clone guys disappears I feel all the pain and damage they took too." His body looked like it as well, given that he had won the fight but looked as if he had lost a couple. Hale gave a bit of a wave of his other hand and shook his head some. "Oh that was nothing. I mean, it hurt and all, but I've trained a lot harder than that. I'm still awake so I am pretty much good to go. Uh, once I can stand up at least." He was staring up at Misuji, though he was looking at him somewhat upside down. "What's up with that look? It kinda looks familiar but it's hard to tell from down here."
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Post by Misuji Mishima on Feb 23, 2019 4:55:18 GMT -6
It took Misuji a hot minute to realize that the Arcosian was too battered and bushed to actually get up. So for a good number of seconds, the boy simply took the older man's hand, and shook it idly. At the very least, the whole situation gave the young man enough quiet time to patiently listen to what his host had to say. It was yet more oddities that he could scarcely imagine, in spite of the fact that he bought into all of it entirely. That was the funny thing about naivety, though at times someone like the Mini Mastiff was lead astray by bad actors, it was an incredibly useful trait in developing one's knowledge. It was especially helpful for someone like the lad himself, who was as sheltered as they came, being a hick from the literal mountainside.
"That is... Most interesting. If find this bug man, please inform me of his location."
After taking yet a few more moments to process what had been said about splitting pain and power, the teenager nodded about in response. "I see, you are in pain. Do not worry, friend. I bring you to softer surface to lie upon." He hummed, and tugged the frigid figure upwards. The lad managed to get the giant, frozen lizard into a fireman's carry, without much difficulty in the process. The alien did put a strain on the boy's back, but Misuji Mishima had subjected himself to absurd levels of multiplied gravity. He could handle another person's weight, it constituted more than half of his offense, after all. His own muscles weren't for show, and though he had learned such holds to become a more efficient fighter, Misuji could easily use them for their more benign purposes as well.
With that, he darted off towards the direction of the room that he had entered during his last visit. The one with snacks, and drinks, and a couch. He was fairly certain that all would be needed in short order. With a weak chortle, or a down-played one by Misuji's lofty standards, he threw out another reply.
"It is look of apprehension." He answered honestly enough. "Whenever I see battle, I feel urge in body. Blazing fire burn inside of chest." A pause, as he made sure that he was going in the right direction, before continuing to trudge along. He was relatively fresh, for someone who had run a marathon before climbing the equivalent of a moderately sized cliff.
"It is warrior's instinct, or so I believed. Desire to become part of the conflict." The lad sighed wistfully. "Some day soon, I wish to face you, but not yet. You showcase true strength, and I want to fight when my potential has truly been achieved." |
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Post by Hale on Feb 25, 2019 15:51:10 GMT -6
As he thought he was being pulled to his feet, he was suddenly put over Misuji's shoulder and almost snickered, but kept it mostly to himself as he realized how convenient it was given how tired he was. "Well I'm not sure where the bug thing even is. I found him by complete accident chasing down a truck. It was a bit strange really." Hale didn't particularly mind just laying on the floor for as long as he needed to, but he wasn't gonna argue with a bit of help either. He wasn't so stubborn as to wave it off or say no, and to be honest it was probably better to lay somewhere a bit softer given he hadn't put much thought into comfort when it came to laying the flooring of the tower. It was amusing to no end, to Hale at least, having someone carry him around like this as no one ever had before. He had been drug around before, tossed somewhere, but this was something new and as easily amused as Hale tended to be this was hitting all the right notes so to speak. He felt like a big kid as they moved through the tower, and at least from where he was he couldn't tell if Misuji was having any troubles with his large frame, but he was too busy nearly giggling to himself like he was thirty years younger to think too much about it until Misuji spoke again and broke him out of his thought. "Apprehension? I...ooooh oh okay well yeah I get that. I get the same way when I see a good, proper fight going on. I want to jump in and just toss people around." He looked down over at Misuji's face and raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I get that. I do seem to be getting a lot of people wanting to fight me lately, though I'm okay with that. I guess I've gotten stronger than I realized so people are excited to fight me, spar with me, a few even asking me to train them. I have to say I wouldn't even know where to start training anyone else as I wouldn't know what to teach or how to teach. I never had any official or proper training, I just sort of used my strength to my advantage and went from there."
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Post by Misuji Mishima on Feb 26, 2019 3:53:48 GMT -6
A slightly disappointed 'Bah,' leapt from the chunky lad's roly-poly lips, as he took in the contents of the first reply. "If that is the case, it is no problem to be concerned with then then." He sighed slightly, but retained his signature, sprightly smile. "When you put it that way, it sounds like most random of happenstance." The youth giddily giggled, a sound that would have been pleasant to hear, had it not come from someone who possessed the exact, same tone of voice as a rugged, scar-laden gangster of most exotic origins. So as it stood, it was a little threatening. The lad himself, of course, could not process this fact. Misuji Mishima marched on at a steady pace, showing no signs of slowing down, in spite of the Arcosian's weight placed upon his shoulders. He could tell that the fuller figure had relaxed, but the depths of childlike joy felt by the older alien was lost on the teenager. After all, such bouncy bubbliness was part of the lad's factory settings (so to speak), so he didn't have much of a reference point on what being semi-functional in polite society was like. Still, he shared in the enthusiasm, offering a hearty grin and exhilarated tone as he walked along the uncomfortable path. Had he not been in his boots, his feet may have felt a twinge of aching by now, though the boy couldn't exactly be sure. His gravity training had progressed at such a rate, that perhaps that sort of concern had become irrelevant. He opted to find out another day, when he wasn't busy taking a friend to a safe, soft rec room. The way Misuji thought about it, there wouldn't be any sweat stains left on a couch when its inhabitant was a frigid, freaking lizard incapable of perspiration. So Misuji felt at ease once he was finally by the room's entrance.
"Ah, there will be slight discomfort." Misuji said in advance, even if said heads-up lead to a prelude that lasted less than a second. "Apologies," he chimed in.
The man on his back was re-positioned, sliding along like a heavy package on rickety conveyor belt, until the creak of the host's spine was placed firmly on one hand. A single palm was raised in the air, and Hale along with it. It was like a trick done by a goofy, irresponsible uncle on an unsuspecting baby. In fact, it was exactly that. Uncle Yoniku had done this many times at the Mishima household, to the point that Misuji could still remember those far-off memories. It wasn't exactly an easy feat, as it did strain the Earthling's arms, but it had been done without significant pain to either party. He had even been able to do it while focusing on the Arcosian's words, even offering a sympathetic nod, and an uttering of a single "I understand," as he worked. The usually reckless professional wrestler was perhaps overly cautious for the time being, as free fingers from his other hand dug through his belongings. Quickly enough, the ID was produced, and the door opened with a satisfactory snap. Misuji pocketed his laminated card, and returned Hale back into a fireman's carry.
There would be no broken tiles today, if he could help it. Once inside, the boy quickly found a couch. He dropped to his knees upon arriving, and in the same swift motion, placed Hale down back-first on the comfy sofa. Again, it was expertly executed, as not a single hint of blood lust was put into the motion. Hale should have been fine, as long as the man didn't panic. "That is the burden of might." He replied, his jolly jittering slowing down, as though to allow the pair of them to savor this admittedly silly moment. Maybe he was just growing serious. "Or, perhaps, it is simply the responsibility of a warrior." Misuji pondered this for a moment. What he found pleased him, apparently.
The teen grinned from ear-to-ear. "Even without proper training, warriors like you present this powerful magnetism. No matter what it is you do, I believe you will attract fighters of all hearts and different calibers." He licked his chops, but stayed steady. He had to stay focused, especially around an acquaintance still not completely familiar with his quirks. Admittedly, the thought of brawlers and boxers of all sorts gathering around the area made him shiver.
It went without saying, but the lad lived for that sort of thing.
It made him happy.
"So many philosophies, ideals for power. It is inevitable that these will clash when given opportunities." A hint of reflection was added to the rabid day-dreaming. At least it cooled the fanning flames within the whelp's heart, if only by the littlest amount. "The betterment of one's self has no predetermined goal. So when souls of such intensity intermingle, we have no choice but to come to blows at some point, yes?" He was just a tad bit too glad to say such a thing flat-out. Misuji sounded a little manic.
The roaring, chortling chuckle that followed afterwards did not help his case.
"Whether it be our worst nemesis-" a pause, as the boy beamed at the home-owner's direction, "- or a trusted friend, that is the fate of this life we have chosen." With that, he took in a deep breath, recovering all of his lost oxygen.
After one last weighty pause, there was a follow-up.
"Also, hitting of faces with big forearms is most fun! Do you not agree?" |
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Post by Hale on Mar 1, 2019 19:10:34 GMT -6
The large Arcosian gave a relieved sigh as he stretched wide, now laying across the entirety of the equally large couch, looking around the room as if he had something specific in mind, but shrugged a bit and stretched a second time. "Okay yeah, this is more comfortable than the floor.", referencing an earlier made comment. His eyes locked back onto his new friend as he gave a soft nod of agreement. "Well, you do have a point I guess.I just never really thought of myself as someone stronger than people. I know that probably sounds hard to believe, but I knew I was strong, I know how big I am, but never did I have this ego about it. I knew what I could do but I knew people that were stronger than me, and I still do." Laying his head back he just stared up at the ceiling. "A warrior, that however I've always thought of myself as. I just don't know how some of them do it. I'm not martial artist, I'm just strong. I'm a fighter, sure, but I get lucky more often than I'm good at anything in a fight." He couldn't help but chuckle a little, partially reminded of different situations related to what Misuji had said. "I guess that's true. Most of the people that come to learn I think are looking to get strong fast, or are just curious to see the not so evil Arcosian more than anything. On the other hand it seems people just want to test themselves when they hear how strong I am. To be fair that is always strange to me as I don't even understand how strong I really am, let alone people I've never met. I guess word gets around."
"I'm not gonna pretend I understood all of that, but I get the gist of it. I am excited to fight some stronger people in the future, but I have to admit I'm a bit worried at the same time. I have a bad feeling that I'll be having to face off against some people that aren't just looking for a fun spar. There are some bad people here on Earth and not far from it on other planets that have some bad intentions. I know I'm not the only one here to stand up to them, but sometimes it takes more that strength and big muscles to take the fight to the ...bad guys", saying that last part with air quotes. Hale couldn't help but laugh a little, shaking his head. "It's hard not to be in a good mood around you, ya know that?"
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Post by Misuji Mishima on Mar 3, 2019 2:03:31 GMT -6
"I would say you are selling yourself short, but..." Misuji hummed in reply, as he stretched out his arms. A loud, creaking noise emanated from worn muscle, as he offered up a soft sigh. Still, he seemed to not lose any glee, being cheery enough to offer a much mellow laugh afterwards. He was obviously in good spirits. The workout had been minor, but lifting the large figure all the way to the rec room had been enjoyable in its own way. It was nice to exert effort without the intent of breaking himself down for once. The fact that it was done for the sake of a friend made things a little sweeter too. Besides that, the young man was just happy for the lengthy back and forth between him and the Arcosian. He grinned to himself. Whether he meant to not, Misuji had realized that he'd done something. He had imparted just a little bit of his own soul onto the Pride Trooper. In return, he had gained some of the elder fighter's own insight. It had been, in its own odd way, a pleasant experience. Most of his merriment came from ferocious fighting, after all. "... There is always truth in the reality you inhabit, yes?" He finally finished the thought, head bopping into a nod. "When you face the ones you speak of, those with ill intents, I hope the Great Bao above grants you true victory." The teen clasped his hands into a clap. "I have not considered what lies beyond mere might, if being honest." For Misuji Mishima, such a sentiment was rare. In fact, this sort of reflection had mostly been confined to his quieter moments, when there was only himself to process matters in his life. He wasn't quite aware of it, but his morality made him incapable of fully understanding everything that the man had said. All he truly knew was that Hale's words were most curious, except for the last line. That made him jump in place, stance spreading as he flashed a single sign of peace.
"Your praise grants me the highest honor!" He declared, before snapping his fingers. "Ah, in any case, you must rest." The boy nodded, and began to walk off. Today had been a good one, even if that which he sought still remained tantalizingly out of reach. "I will soon return. Good bye for now!"
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