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Post by Mollusc on Jul 17, 2019 1:33:19 GMT -6
Mollusc floated across the Plait a book in his hand and a pen in his mouth. He had decided to focus on other pursuits in his life instead of being a fighter. Dying sure had its downsides but he had been too focused on them. He had been focused on coming back as a fighter. He use to be writing about Porunga but that was not something he should write about anymore. So he decided to focus on learning how to write a good book. The Namekian had a lot of time on his hand and maybe getting something you were good at would allow him to become just a better person. His Problem right now was to find something to write about. He was really at a lost of what would be something people would want to read in a book. After all it was not just for self pleasure but also bringing pleasure to other people through his stories. He had decided to try to float around the Plait a wild plain of namek away from any civilization in a hopes to think of something that would inspire him but really he didn't have anything he just needed a spark of inspiration.
Powerlevel:111,750
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Shura
Newcomer
PL: 10,000
Fruit of Wrath (x2P) Agyō Mode (x4P)
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Post by Shura on Jul 17, 2019 14:04:19 GMT -6
Mollusc had picked a fine day to go seeking his muse in the wilderness. Namek's suns burned bright in a sky unspoilt by clouds. Their warm light shimmered on the surface of a great caldera lake, turning the still waters into an emerald mirror. The surrounding landscape was lush with azure shrub and long-limbed trees, a cornucopia of flora fostered by the fertile volcanic soil. Plump frogs croaked in the reeds, idly snacking on any insect that roved within reach of their tongues. It was a scene of arcadian idyll, the perfect place for an aspiring wordsmith to get in touch with his creative side.
Or at least, that's the version of the scene a landscape painter would present you with. They are wily folk, and not to be trusted, because nine times out of ten they insist on leaving out the bloody bits.
The giant crustacean's legs trembled frightfully against the clear sky, as if they hadn't yet gotten the memo that the body they were attached to was now very much dead. The crab lay on its hard shell in the shallows of the lake, and the water around was already blue with gore. A cacophony of tearing, munching and gulping accompanied every sad twitch of the segmented limbs, and inevitably, the eye of the observer would be drawn to the figure of the one responsible for the great creature's demise.
Shura was waist-deep in bloody water, her shock of white hair plastered to her brows and neck, shoveling raw crab meat into her mouth by the fistful. She was going at it with both hands, one fist already scooping out the next hunk of meat as the other raised its load to her gnashing fangs. Mouthful after mouthful of crab-flesh was mashed to a soft pulp and swallowed, with barely a pause for breath. As with everything she did in life, whether it was fighting, fighting, or more fighting, Shura ate as if she had a personal grudge against her prey; more than that, she ate as if there was no tomorrow worth speaking of.
Her mind was working as furiously as her jaws. Ever since her full recovery following the fight with the Destron Droid, she'd felt an explosion of growing power within her. The Shura that stood her now was at least twice as powerful as the Shura who had first braved the rift between worlds. And this had been accomplished in a matter of days. But rather than rest on her laurels, Shura was burning to get out and test her new strength to the limit. Crab meat was all well and good, but wrestling giant crustaceans wasn't enough to sate her battle-lust.
What she really wanted was to find that metal man again, and take his skull for a beer mug.
Which was why, the moment Shura's eyes caught a lone figure making its way across the skies of the Outer Plait, she instantly spat out the mouthful she'd been chewing and hurled herself into the air. Her thoughts were full of the android and the vengeance she would wreak on him, and so this distant soaring figure could only by the man himself! It didn't even occur to her to consider there were alternative possibilities, nor could she detect energy and confirm her mistake from a distance. Instead, Shura sped towards the stranger in a rapture of joyous fury, trailing a full-throated scream only slightly muffled by the crab gore that still clogged her teeth.
"YOU METAL BASTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARD! I'LL EAT YOUR EYES!"
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Post by Mollusc on Jul 17, 2019 22:40:34 GMT -6
Mollusc walked along as he thought was slowly coming to him as he walked. The nice atmosphere was really getting him to think of something that would be worth writing. He'd grabbed his pen holding the book with one hand as he moved to at least write the title. He had a perfect one "Adventures Of A Man." A story of someone just trying to be the best they could be in the world. He'd go to write it down before he heard a large yell that spooked him and hurt his ghostly namekian ears. The pen scared across the paper and book with enough force to tear it in half. Mollusc would watch the book clatter to the floor a look of annoyance forming on his face. Who had decided to yell that loud he'd have to give them a piece of his mind.
Mollusc would use his Ki sense to try to locate whoever had made the noise and he felt a power nearby. It was actually pretty strong guess they must have been fighting. Mollusc would float off the ground and fly towards Shura appearing above the demon. Next, he had to figure out his approach. Sure he was mad about his book but it was most likely an accident. Mollusc grumbled as he tried to figure out how he'd want to approach this. Finally, he decided to just be nice and see what happened. He'd slowly float down rubbing his chin. "Greetings I am Mollusc I could not help but hear your roar is there something wrong or are you just screaming into the sky?" Mollusc tried to sound as calm as possible even if he was mad about his destoyed book.
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