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Post by Date 'Bad Man' on Apr 4, 2019 11:54:41 GMT -6
Thread PL: 24,000
Date has the Scouter Visor equippedStories of technologies, ghosts, deadly gases, and all sort of treasures attracted Date to this place. The saiyan had done some scouting with Scallio and came across Mollusc at the Saiba Wastes, but that ignited something in Date the mercenary was all too familiar with, and welcomed: The desire of challenge! He want to pit himself up against the devices of this area of land and those who call it home. He left the Renegade, letting Scallio and the crew that he was going out for a training session out there. He was equipped once more with his various knives, compound bow, and his hollow iron tipped arrows, wearing mostly brown colors from his torso to his boots. Date arrived at the area, a visual of tilted towers and fallen sky scrapers bearing the designs of the Saiyan Kingdom's own buildings. There were plenty of dark spots for someone to hide, were they aiming to ambush someone or were simply seeking a place of respite. Date had come here intending to find a good fight, to test his abilities. Lisha, his cousin, wouldn't approve, but the Bad Man didn't care. He knew how far behind he was to the heads of the Kingdom, and even just the random stragglers on Earth! The Mercenary chose to wander the streets, his compound bow opened up and ready to launch at an arrow at a moment's notice. He kept his other hand free, aiming to keep it ready to bring up an arrow at a clearly known enemy. The buildings' metal frames creaked loudly, some of the leaning towers looking ready to fall down at the touch of someone's boot. The energy swathing in this place was adrenaline pumping! Perhaps it belonged to the very ghosts that haunted this place, or perhaps the insidious Destron Gases from some of the oldest factories this fallen city perversely produced. 'This place is certainly not your normal playground,' Date thought to himself, having entered a jog as his eyes darted left and right. His scouter had been registering for any potential threats, scanning for anything with a minimal level of 4,000. If he did get a fight, he hoped his opponent could provide a grand challenge! GalickSorta short for an opener, but here it is! |
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Post by Galick on Apr 7, 2019 6:52:08 GMT -6
THE TUMULTUOUS RUINS OF THE TUFFLES
GALICK'S PL: 10,000
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GALICK'S ITEMS: Destron Machine / Scouter / Armor
Culture shock was a strange predicament. Galick had hoped he'd find himself just at home with the Saiyan Kingdom here as he was with the Empire from so long ago, but that wasn't the case. Both incarnations of the group had many similarities- perhaps more to come with Kayen at the wheel. Still, things were different enough for Galick to feel out of place. He'd been conquering and destroying only months ago as far as he could remember- minus the whole being comatose for two hundred years thing, so the shift was still quite jarring.
That and there was the whole toxic-death-gas-cyborg thing to deal with. He'd built up an immunity to most of the Destron's negative effects, but that didn't mean it wasn't annoying. Once again, the android found that it seemed to be walling him off from gaining more of his rightful strength. Among other 'sideffects' that remained, Galick still found himself longing for the strength he once has as a true Saiyan, and not a shambling mass of rust. That was why he'd made himself at home in the ruins instead of the Capitol. If there was any place he could better understand and triumph over his problems, it was the place where it all began. And there weren't many bothersome persons out in the cold depths of the Tuffle Ruins, too! Unless they had a death wish to die to the toxins inside, that was.
That didn't mean there was the occasional reckless individual who wandered into the ruins looking for a thrill. Galick had tasked himself with getting anyone who wandered in too deep out in one piece. Lo and behold, soon his Scouter systems picked up a notable power slowly entering the ruins' reaches. The thin layer of gas should still be tolerable to the person given their power- lest they wander in too deep. A lot of people wandered in too deep. With a slow exhale, the cyborg took off to the skies. Hopefully this would be quick.
Date's own scouter would quickly pick up the approach of the android. Galick's metal legs landed against the ruined roads with a loud 'CLANK' behind the other Saiyan. The mute cyborg gave a quick gargle of buzzes to the other Saiyan, his body cautiously lowered and eyes narrowed. The android glanced back to the thin smog behind him. The Destron was only a mild irritation in the outskirts here, but if Date was intent on entering the ruins' depths, well... He glanced between the saiyan and the road questioningly in a silent attempt to ask if he really was stupid enough to go further into the ruins. Still, if the insigna of the Kingdom upon his chestplate and the fact that he hadn't murdered the poor mercenary yet were any indication, the cyborg wasn't one of the death robots the Tuffles built. But if this guy wanted a fight, then...
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Post by Date 'Bad Man' on Apr 7, 2019 15:01:20 GMT -6
Date's presence in these decrepit ruins had remained alone for some time. There wasn't a sign of life to his normal senses, but his awareness of ki told him differently. Minute entities were around, either spying on him or were hard at work trying to get their next meal. For the most part, none of it was engaging him... At least, until a substantially strong presence was caught by Date's scouter!
The mercenary whirled around, his body lowered with the arrow pulled back on his bow's string towards the new arrival! From what the mercenary gathered, this was a soldier of a very old SK military branch, once a saiyan but having been augmented so much with pipes and mechanical limbs into this gargling thing. No threat was present for the moment.
"Well now, gruesome," Date commented, his arrow remaining steady, "I take it you took too long a dive into the deep end! What's the Kingdom got someone like you doing here?"
Date did notice the guy was looking down a street going to one of the Destron contaminated zones. He looked over for only a second, before looking back. He replied, "If you're thinking I'm going that way, you're judging too quickly..."
Date stood straight, still maintaining the arrow pointed at the guy. He didn't know what he was up to, but he could tell a warning gaze. However, he was intrigued with this guy... More of an itch to fight, really. In a way, this guy reminded him of May, one of his workout buds back on Earth.
"Must get pretty bored out here. I know a lady a lot like you, all scarred up from injuries she went through and still pumping out workouts like no tomorrow! Bit of a adrenaline junkie, that gal is. You kinda strike me like that, being out here on your own. Am I wrong?"
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