Erina Blade
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PL: 8,000
Oozaru (x5P)
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Post by Erina Blade on Jun 9, 2019 7:07:01 GMT -6
Rumor among the Namekians stated there were a few more women traveling the blue planet of reputable strength. The scholar skimmed her notebook of spochy reports, before closing it with determination. Her goal today was simple: track down one of these elusive women warriors and get their opinion on the feuds currently centered on Namek. Walking through the village gates, Erina waved a farewell to the warriors guarding there. “Guess I’ll pick some of the weaker power sensings I’m getting; Nashua is out there fighting really strong bastards, and I don’t want to get in her way. Oboe is there...and Steno is there. They’re all ridiculously strong, so if I adjust my sensing for stronger than me and weaker than them…” Closing her eyes and reaching out with her mind, the woman let her ‘eyes’ stretch out across the blue planet. Dozens upon dozens of power sensings came to her mind, but she rapidly thinned them out to a small handful. Individuals she had never seen before and power readings that were significantly stronger than her. Leaping into the air, the woman took off on a path that led her to the nearest power source. Hopefully this one is a hit; I’d rather not fight a warrior with ill intent today.
PL - 8,000
KP - 3/3Casca
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Post by Casca on Jun 10, 2019 0:34:51 GMT -6
"To Train a Friend" Yes. The Quiet Plains were quiet, almost too quiet. Watching a small Namekian toad begin its daily grind for survival, Casca thought she would follow suit. Windmilling her arms several times, the Saiyan knew the drill. One hundred push-ups, one hundred sit-ups, and a ten-kilometer run. Looking back at the little toad, Casca windmilled her arms around a couple of times before she said to the little guy, “ I’ll be back and with snacks.” Rubbing the thing’s little head, she got a ribbet so quiet, she thought she might have imagined it. Breaching the tall grass the toad made its nest in, Casca wished she had a place she could retreat back to. While the Big Gamble would always be here home, it was a place of business, a place with responsibility. And while Flip was the one who mentioned taking a break from her duties, it was Casca that felt guilty. Feeling ashamed when she should be tearing Namek up and enjoying her time off, the Saiyan chose to hide in the tall grass of the Quiet Plains, a place so sterilized from people that an adjective was added to its name. Should have objected to Flip’s request, Casca thought to herself as she idly made her way up one of Namek’s strange but distinct geographical features. Namek was more fun when the Flip was around, she knew that. Something the Saiyan didn’t know was how out of shape she became after she stopped training with her teammate. Eventually reaching the hill’s summit, Casca placed both of her hands on her knees as she rapidly took in all of the surrounding area’s oxygen. “ Training used to be a lot easier with a partner, if only —,” her voice trailed off as she once again thought of her teammate and his busy life aboard the Big Gamble. Frustrated that everything reminded her of Flip and what she should be doing on this beautiful planet, Casca believe she needed to do something for someone else. Something that would take her mind off of all the things that drove her to take this mini holiday in the first place. The only responsibility Casca had at the moment was getting her new amphibious friend something tasty. Kneeling down, the young groomed the nearby bushes for anything edible, compartmentalizing her depression for another day. And it worked, for the first time in a long time, she wasn’t thinking about herself. So much so, she didn’t realize the rocketing power in flight to her location. Thread PL: 40,000 |
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Erina Blade
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PL: 8,000
Oozaru (x5P)
Tag: @erinablade
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Post by Erina Blade on Jun 17, 2019 15:55:01 GMT -6
Shooting over the plains, the woman halted in the sky overlooking a peculiar scene. There was a Saiyan warrior looking philosophically across the Namekian plains, while standing on the top of a large hill. Before Erina could descend to question the warrior on her doubtless profound thoughts, the Saiyan suddenly spun and threw herself into some nearby bushes. From the way she was moving, it seemed the woman was searching for something. Dragonballs? The Scholar didn’t have a radar of her own to detect the giant wish-granting orbs, but highly doubted one was located in the small bushes. Descending to the ground behind the woman, Erina walked closer. Taking a slow breath, she called out softly. “Hey...you okay in there?”
No Change in PL or KPCasca
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Post by Casca on Jun 18, 2019 3:20:13 GMT -6
"To Train a Friend" Desert of the Real Holding a finger out to form some type of bridge, Casca took great pride in allowing the Namekian ants to change their direction. Their lives had a structure that she and Mr. Toad would have dreamed for. Teamwork on display in all aspects of a bug’s life, surely every ant felt cared for and loved by at least some of their brothers and sisters. Even if one ant were missing, someone would notice. Surprised by the new arrival to the plateau, Casca inhaled one of the ant babies in her quick recoil to look like she was doing something less mind-numbing. “ Uh, yes. Ant’s have the physiology capable of lifting —,” the Saiyan paused as she stopped freefalling through emotions and began her new case study. “ Yeah, I’m fuine! I’m fine! Just having some fun here, nothing to see,” she restarted, frantically trying to cover her tracks. “ It’s Casca,” she lowered her voice back to normal speaking levels. “ I am taking a much-needed break from the hun — my responsibilities. What brings a warrior like you, to a quiet place like this,” she added in reference to Erina’s sheathed blade. While the Saiyan women shared in small talk, Casca sized up what could be her twin. While she was sure her diet didn’t consist of protein from insects, she could already see the similarities between the two. And no, they weren’t twins in the sense her and Cedar Madani, her brother, were but more like a mirrored image. An image of someone she probably should have been. The boots were military grade, waterproof, and with what looked like a steel tow sown in. Should I be worried, the young woman thought to herself as she continued her ocular pat down. A small notch on her sword hand? A callous of sorts leading Casca to believe the woman before her was either extremely proficient with the blade, located currently on her back, or spent an absurd amount of time with a pen. The investigator’s eyes went back to the holstered sword as it was the only shared weapon between the too, leading her to believe it was more likely the Erina had mastered the mightier of the too, blade, or so she once thought. If this Saiyan was here for a battle for Casca’s possessions, or better yet, for the view, and transformed, Casca wouldn’t stand a chance. Repressed feelings surfaced as she remembered, cutting ties with her own inner Great Ape, going as far as removing her own tail in the process. “ Painfully, I have to say. If you are here for a fight,” Casca widened her stance, her spidey-sense, or the ant in her stomach, giving all indications this young woman was on a mission. “ You won’t find one here. Now, a little sparring session, that’s a different story,” she confessed, finishing with her arms outstretched to represent her openness to the idea. “ Sometimes, this place is too quiet for my tastes!” |
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Erina Blade
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Post by Erina Blade on Jun 19, 2019 17:02:49 GMT -6
The Scholar watched what could only be described as a mess. The woman who burst from the bush had ants covering her arm, which she struggled to brush off casually while discussing some stuff about the small critters. If Erina hadn’t seen wrong, it appeared this Saiyan warrior had accidentally swallowed one of the ants in her surprise. She introduced herself, before letting her real reason for being on Namek slip; it appeared that this Saiyan woman was on the blue planet searching for Dragonballs. Erina sighed softly and motioned towards the sword on her back. “I’m here for training. I picked this up from a Namekian warrior in one of the villages, while the costume is also on loan. I normally dress more casually than this.” Motioning towards her outfit, the Scholar smiled at the woman. Her own minute observations showed calluses on the woman’s hand, indicating that this ant-eating Saiyan had sword skills of her own. Bad time to admit I have zero skill with a sword, huh? If she is here on the Dragonball hunt with the Saiyan Kingdom, there’s a major risk to Oboe and the nearby villages. Wait...she’s spreading her stance. Is she going to try to fight?
Erina’s gaze narrowed as Casca offered to spar with the woman. The ex-mercenary could tell simply by feeling that this wasn’t a fight she could win. But...bluffing is half the battle, and any information she could glean through battle was information for her allies in the village. “Training, huh? I’m not really keen on breaking a sweat, though.” Erina scratched her brow sheepishly as she started to turn away. As her hand dropped from her brow, something unlocked in her sleeve. A revolver fell from the shadows within into her hand, as she aimed the weapon directly at Casca. “Guess I can spare a few minutes, though.” With a roar, a bullet exploded from the weapon towards the Saiyan. Knowing the strength of their race, Erina was fully aware the bullet wouldn’t stop or really injure the warrior. But, as the smoke filled the air around the gunslinger, her other hand closed around the handle of the sword. Guess I can try some classic dual-wielding. The older mercenaries made it seem simple enough, right?
No Change in PL or KP
Basic Attacks Used!Casca
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Post by Casca on Jun 19, 2019 23:59:00 GMT -6
"Train a Friend" High Noon in the Afternoon “ What the,” was what could be heard as Casca was taken by surprise, forced to backtrack in her low stance. Fumbling her footwork as she was no longer a robot that could perform on demand, the Saiyan was struck by the bullet. Skipping off of her armor, the attack ricocheted into the distance as Casca feel into the dirt. The young woman remained on the ground as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. After-imaging to the opposite side of the plateau, the Saiyan reappeared at the ready in her stance. “ Your pretty quick,” Casca called from the safety she felt they wouldn’t let this get out of hand. However, she did believe her opponent had more in the tank and so she tried to goad her into showing it. Removing the damaged Dragon Radar from underneath her chest plate, she invited her guest to pay for it. “ Unless you know any fatherly figures traveling down the road,” she tossed the beeping device to the side for now, “ looks like someone’s going to be buying me a new one.” Feeling the dirt carpet under her boot, the Saiyan blitzed her opponent, taking off from her stance on the offensive. With cleaner footwork than before, the Saiyan crossed through the once smoke embroidered battlefield as she centered in on her temporary adversary. Planting a foot into the ground, the Saiyan spiraled, torquing her torso as she wound up her non-leading leg. “ Let’s make this a fair fight,” she called as she attempted to knock the revolver from Erina’s hand releasing her first strike of the feet. Not knowing if it was successful, the Saiyan followed through with her momentum, throwing another kick in the range of her opponent’s head.
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Erina Blade
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Post by Erina Blade on Jun 20, 2019 10:17:35 GMT -6
The bullet ricocheted off metal, careening into the distance with an echoing ping. The impact sent the Saiyan into the dirt, as Erina angled the pistol to aim towards the fallen Saiyan. The look of puzzled surprise on Casca’s face suddenly fizzled out, as the warrior vanished. Erina whirled towards the side, her gaze darting towards the risen warrior. Already Casca had entered her fighting stance, a look of anticipation on her face. The gunslinger brought the iron sights to bear on the woman, as she reached into her armor. A broken Dragon Radar was pulled from within, which Casca offered to let Erina pay for. “You don’t deserve the Dragonballs, Casca. They belong to the Namekians, not us. It’s their birthright, not toys to grant the whims of travelers from the stars!” Her firm declaration was met by silence, as Casca suddenly shifted forward. Erina pulled down on the trigger, watching the hammer fall far too slowly as the Saiyan warrior crossed the distance rapidly. Casca’s stance shifted as the woman planted her foot and rotated her torsou. The sudden rotation through off Erina’s aim, as the Saiyan fighter brought her body down. Another bullet ricocheted into nothing, as her shot fired uselessly into the air above Casca. As the cylinder revolved to the next round, Casca launched upwards into a roundhouse kick. Her heel slammed into Erina’s revolver, knocking it free from her grasp. The Scholar winced at the pain, before realizing Casca had used the momentum from the first kick to launch her body into the air. The second strike followed the first immediately, slamming into the side of Erina’s face. Boom!
The Scholar’s head cracked to one side as she was knocked off balance, staggering more than a few feet as the blow landed true. Shaking her head in an attempt to clear her blurry vision, Erina lashed out in a stab towards Casca. The sword was longer than the woman’s arm, stretching out four feet. As the blade hung in the air, the scholar let the blade drop and kicked her foot out. It slammed into the blade, sending it in an upwards arc as she flipped up with the sword. The Crescent Moon Slash was followed by an immediate kick towards Casca’s head. Even if neither attack landed, the woman’s goal was to land next to her fallen revolver, mere feet away. If she landed successfully in a crouch with the sword stabbed in the ground, her hand would snatch the revolver off the ground and return to aiming at Casca.
No Change in PL or KP
Basic Attacks UsedCasca
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Post by Casca on Jun 21, 2019 1:07:51 GMT -6
"Train a Friend" The Foundation of any Relationship “ That landed,” the Saiyan called worriedly? Was she drawing me in, Casca thought to herself as her feet returned to the ground, her body more relaxed than it should have been as she shifted her weight from her heels to her toes. Her follow through took her out of her partner’s reach, allocating the needed space to perform a defensive maneuver if necessary. Upset at herself for disguising her attacks so early in a fight, she decided to open up to her competitor. “ I’m so, so sorry,” she staggered in her direction before realizing they were still on the battlefield. Reeling in her apology, Casca had to add, “ But what was that about me not being worthy?” Eyeing her training partner with a grin, the Saiyan shuffled her feet as parodied her best impression of a prizefighter, throwing quick jabs into the air. Watching as Erina looked to not be entertained, the Saiyan stopped the theater and tried to walk out. “ Hey,” Casca called for an armistice, “ can’t we put the weapons down? It’s almost like your trying to kill me, for realz,” her voice trailing to silence. The two Saiyans, centered on the plateau, were not still for long as their genes did not permit it, Erina delivering a lightning strike towards Casca’s midsection. Pivoting to narrowly avoid the blade’s dissection of her abdomen, the young woman remained in the counter to her default stance as she would not have enough time to circle out of the conflict. Skillfully dropkicking her blade to change its path of travel, the warrior’s sword made a return trip towards Casca. Maneuvering her body to take the least amount of damage, the Saiyan once again avoiding most of the lethality of her opponent’s swing. Panting as her body was pushed to peak performance, it took a moment before Casca was made aware of the damage. Capping the laceration with her hand, the woman needed to physically look at her arm to make sure it was still there before determining she’d live. Looking up proved to be the problem. In the seconds lost during her visual diagnosis, Casca was outplayed. Barreling at her with an undying acquittal, Erina threatened the Saiyan with a stern kick as payback. Not wanting to hurt her competitor any more than she just did, Casca looked to the sky for help. “ Dragon Fist!" Eclipsing the capacity of her non-dominant arm, the Ki expelled from the young woman’s body in the form of a magnificent Golden Dragon erupted into the atmosphere, crushing Casca into the landmass below. Splintering the rock around her, cracks spider-webbed out in all directions as she used the blast’s kickback to dodge her assailant’s charge. Two feet deep, the Saiyan held up her hands in jest to the revolver once again aimed at her. Power level significantly depleted, maybe giving up early was the right call? The monument they made a battlefield of slightly shifted, as it was now splintered to its core. Collapse inevitable if they kept the pace of play at this level. “ Who are you,” Casca called through the standoff as she let her partner decide if the plateau was worthy of remaining standing. KP: 1/3 |
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