Post by Misuji Mishima on Feb 18, 2019 12:38:37 GMT -6
PL: 14 000@anaki A sigh ricocheted all throughout the back alley. It was a textbook tale, stretching back to at least the beginnings of modern civilization. A country hick entered the big city, only to find themselves past the train tracks on the rougher side of town, unwittingly becoming accosted by the low-lives and criminals that sought to make this naive newcomer just another victim to add to the pile. To a rustic rube like Misuji Mishima, it was almost an inevitability. To be jumped and robbed was his fate, or at the very least he thought as much, as he grumbled to himself. He groaned. Annoyance was clearly visible on his chubby face.
Heavy footsteps could be heard from just around the corner, the clacketing rhythm growing fainter and further with each passing second. On the ground lay a primitive handgun, with two spent teeth lying next to it, a small puddle of blood adding color to the otherwise dark and murky mix. Moments ago, there was a mugging, one that ended within seconds. Two thieves were allowed to leave while they still had their heads screwed onto their necks. A stiff forearm slamming to the side of one of the goons' faces was enough to convince the pair of them to cut their losses. Even thugs knew when to back down.
After all, not every would-be sucker was a squat, shredded professional wrestler with the neck of a bull and the belly of a leviathan. So the now lone figure stood there by his lonesome, staring down at the weapon that made him so exasperated. He was in a trance, completely unprepared for any follow-ups. A mountain-dwelling yokel he still was, despite the proven penchant for violence.
"Sigh," Anaki huffed. His eyes rolling in an annoyed fashion, his jaw tightening and his teeth threatening to slice the cigarette between his lips clean in half. He had been hanging around these back allies and slums for some time since he had arrived on Earth. The young Heran fond of the darkness and the environment he placed himself in. The source of his annoyance being another pointless mugging. As much as he was for violence, needless thievery was probably the lowest bar, and he had a decently high bar for when violence was tasteful. Well...anything above thievery. Violence was okay, but stealing? That was lame. Get a job, he said.
The thieves' victim seemed to be more than capable of defending himself. Anaki liked that, he did. But he didn't like how their boy just let them go. He couldn't have that, could he? Then, they wouldn't learn. No, more serious and fitting consequences had to be given to them and their failed attempt. Removing the smoke from his lips, he placed it back after taking a nice, deep breath. His hand then facing out to blast the thugs to smithereens. Practically eradicating them purposely. "Don't steal," he mumbled. "T'ain't worth the consequences." He smirked. Dropping his hand and approaching Misuji. "Oi," he began. "How ya hangin'. Ya lost?"Misuji Mishima
Post by Misuji Mishima on Feb 18, 2019 21:53:35 GMT -6
The melody of heavy, hurried stomping was capped off by the blare of a pulse of energy shooting out into the distance. Misuji permitted himself to smirk in satisfaction. From the sound of things, the wannabe tobymen had fled in a flurry, rushing away on some sort of high-powered vehicle. Hopefully, he wouldn't have to see their sorry faces staring down his grimace again. He taught them a lesson, didn't he?
Had the boy known the truth, perhaps he wouldn't have been so pleased with himself.
But there was no room for hypothetical scenarios, not with the sight of the firearm still splattered across the ground. Tools such as these were for vermin, or at least the teenager thought so. His upbringing had emphasized the grandeur and prestige earned in fair, honest combat. Being raised in two bombastic brawlers inside a antediluvian dojo atop a remote range of mountains tended to instill such beliefs.
His attention was broken by the presence of a somewhat fitter figure, whose own considerably stark muscle wasn't quite as hidden as the lad's own thick thew. That grabbed Misuji's attention immediately, even more than the words offered. The boy raised his gaze. His pout gave way for a slim smile, one still marred by his earlier annoyance. At least his reply was friendly enough. "This weapon, it bothers me greatly." He began with a soft sigh, one undercut by the gruffness of his tone. "There is no glory to be found in such trumpery, though I suppose not all will agree." The lad shook his head in response to the second question, a boot idly kicking away the pistol. It slammed into a nearby wall, chipping away at the brick with a distinct cracking noise.
"No, I go to gym in building close by." Misuji replied, now fully focused on the figure. "Are you local?" He asked. "I do not walk through this passageway very often, apologies if face should be familiar."
"Oh no, I agree," Anaki nodded, closing his eyes and shrugging his shoulders calmly. "Nah mate, usin' handguns and blasters, and whatever else besides ya fists are somethin' I really can't approve of none meself," The Blue skinned male opened his eyes and hiccuped under his breath. Stepping back from Misuji and drawing a pack of ciggies from his pant pocket. Pulling a stick out with his teeth and lighting it right away. Tilting his head, the young man took a drag before pulling it from his lips and flicking it some. "Oh yeah? Good to know you're gettin' your exercise in, mate." Anaki smirked. "Familiar faces aren't required round here none, no. So, you're free as a bird to pass as ye please." Anaki assured him.
"I'm a temporary local, you could say. Blue skin and all, I'm not really from this planet t' begin with, ya dig?" The male explained. Trying to b vague but precise at the same time; Oxymoron, he knew. "So, bud, if you go work out not far from here, what's brought you to this dirty, dirty part o' town? Got sidetracked by them goonies back there?"Misuji Mishima
Post by Misuji Mishima on Feb 19, 2019 19:26:21 GMT -6
Misuji grinned. It wasn't very often that he met a like-minded figure. Even among his peers in the wrestling world, there weren't many that had taken a stance as hard-line as his on the matter. Whether it be in the ring, or on the streets, the Mini Mastiff preferred fighting with his own strength. And with the absurd size of the lad's musculature, which was only further enhanced by the remaining bulk, his belief in one's natural power was fairly obvious. Not many had trained to the point of losing anything resembling a neck, after all.
"I like using head. Not too often, but it hit hard and fast, when up close." He spoke up with a soft whistle, obviously pleased by the blue-skinned (green-fleshed?) alien's response. A hand was placed over his own mouth at the sight of the cigarette box. Not out of shock, or anything as equally mawkish, but as a gut reaction to what would inevitably follow. Even with the foreign figure allowing some extra space before the slow drag, Misuji still coughed lightly at the smoke. It didn't seem like he had much resistance to it, not that he let it bother him. "Ah, I see, you are from off-world then. Has Earth treated you kindly?" The boy nodded, a glint of curiosity in his eyes. He didn't dwell on the matter, but his enthusiasm was apparent, as he moved on cheerfully. By now, his earlier annoyance had completely faded, in favor of cheery conversation. Again, if he knew the fate of his aggressors, this may not have been the case. "It is good that I can pass freely then. I hear many in rougher part of the Tropics tie honor to their presence." He once again pouted for a bit, but his exuberance shined through regardless. "I do not think I agree."
A hum, as the next question once answered.
"I did get some trouble. They try to stalk me for belongings." He replied honestly, a slight sigh escaping chapped, chubby lips. Misuji Mishima frowned as he recalled what had happened. "Noticed them following in other street earlier, so I try to shake off in alleyway." The boy bit his tongue, head shaking at that. "But they knew layout of city better than I."
The lad shoved his hands into his pocket at that, looking around a bit. "So, I am Misuji Mishima. What is your name?" He asked, that inquisitive sparkle once again pointed at the man. "Ah, and if I may ask..." He trailed off for a bit. "What brings you to South City temporarily? Business, or just enjoying sights of Earth?"
Anaki raised a brow at Misuji's response to the smoke. Well, that wasn't very good. It'd be horribly unfair to poison this guy's lungs, especially when they just met. Besides, Anaki could wait until he was alone to do his thing. He spat the stick out and crushed it wsith the sole of his boot, burrowing it into the ground as an extra measure of confirmation. "Sorry about that, mate." Anaki apologized. He was being oddly nice, wasn't he? Maybe he took a liking to this chap, especially after seeing him defend himself so valiantly. It was impressive, and it wasn't like Anaki was on one of his drunken stupors or enraged fistfights. "You're a tough guy, 'd hate to find out you got somethin' with your lungs from hangin' around me once, y'know?" He nodded.
Placing his hands into his own pockets, Anaki smiled once more. "Aye, I am. Hale from outta space, alright. This place's been treatin' me pretty decently, I gotta say." He shrugged his broad shoulders casually. "Definitely beats some o' the places work takes me, that's for definite." He added. Misuji's story interested him well. "See, that's never whatcha do. Never head for allies and never head for darker areas. That's prime time for them, y'know? Stay in the light, and head for population. That usually wards meatheads off well, enough."
"Anaki. Just Anaki, heh," He responded. What was the harm in giving him his name. This guy seemed alright enough. "I'm here, personally, to see whats around and enjoy a slower pace. Works here to set up business or some can of bologna."Misuji Mishima
Post by Misuji Mishima on Feb 25, 2019 19:26:42 GMT -6
Another soft hack came, as the boy finally finished the minor coughing fit. "Do not be worrying! There is no need to apologize!" He offered up a shake of the head, chuckling as cheerily as ever, though he more than obviously strained at the act itself. "I do not mind smoke so much. I am most able-bodied! Surely a little of cough this once is acceptable, no?" Misuji spoke honestly enough. He didn't seem particularly offended by the smog, in spite of its effect on him. The lad may have emphasized his honor as a warrior way more than was reasonable or healthy, but his standards for social interaction were fairly mild.
Perhaps too mild, given how often he had failed to spot any disrespect lobbed his way.
Thankfully for everyone involved, there wasn't much in the way of rudeness at the moment. A brutish hick was what Misuji may have been, but he happened to be one with a heart that was usually set in the right place. He would always be a bit of a sap, but he was a tough nut to crack open, at the very least. The youngster listened to what the older man had to say, and crossed his mighty arms. His ears were left wide open, that much was apparent with each toddle of his chubby head, eyes widening in apparent agreement.
That was good advice, all of it. The teenager knew it instantly, despite his naivety. In the future, he would be sure to never stray too far away from the straight, bright and narrow, especially after a certain, little event. In any case, he spoke up after the fitter figure finished speaking, still clearly considering the quick counseling.
"It is good to meet you Anaki." Misuji nodded lightly, looking around the dark, dank alleyway, as though appraising his surroundings. "Earth is nice. I live on this planet for whole life." He hummed along. "There has been some turmoil as of late, but all will be well. If start business, these lands, they are filled with many people that would buy the bologna." His tone of voice indicated that he did not understand the metaphor. No, he seemed to be taking it all quite literally.
"This part of the city, it is very rough, but there are those that are not so bad." He looked off in one direction, staring at a particular part of the wall that had wasted posters stuck to its sides. "I am very much fond this area. Even here, there are those that own butcher's shop, yes?"
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