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Post by Gita on Aug 5, 2019 7:52:29 GMT -6
Gita wasn't by all means, the type to just throw himself at the opportunity for big money, however, when Keech needs more money coming in for the organization he had told Gita about this up and coming tournament and with his strength he would be able to succeed and win the prize money. Gita was already in his third and final battle, where all he needed to do was beat this individual and fight the last remaining person and claim his prize after that. His current opponent who had just entered the ring was a macho man, so strong in appearance that he made anyone who didn't look like him look like infants. Gita couldn't careless how big the man was and showed it with his casual unkept clothes, his hands to his robe pockets, and a yawn every now and then. The announcer got onto his microphone and called in both fighters.
"And the third match is about to begin. Gita the namekian warrior from Planet Namek. Will face off Glazo the erken warrior from Planet Urk."
Gita was the first to step into the ring and clearly showed his disinterest towards his opponent. His opponent was a blue skinned fish with the jaws of a shark. The match had now begin and Gita summoned up a soccer ball in front of him. His opponent was puzzled at what he was now summoning to the field. He had seen his previous matches where he had used dangerous weapons in order to beat his other opponents and now he was just using a soccer ball to beat him? This only angered him as he started to shout in anger.
"IS THIS SOME KIND OF A JOKE!"
Gita cracked both sides of his neck, winded up his step and kicked the ball so hard that the speed broke his comprehension and all his opponent could do was gasp for air and flying straight out of the ring and out of bounce. The embarrassment was so horrible that the entire crowd started to laugh at the fish man that was now unconscious. Gita had now went to the back of the ring where all of the other fighters were and awaited for the last match to end so that he could fight the winner. He also had noticed something strange about the last match, that it was a namekian who was climbing the ranks. Gita sat with all of the other fighters and awaited to see the outcome of the match.
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Post by Bass on Aug 6, 2019 17:36:54 GMT -6
Namekian vs Namekian
Bass's PL: 74'000
It had been quite some time since Bass had truly gotten the chance to stretch his legs and enter the fray in any meaningful manner. Although he did desire to train once again there was great hesitation to the approach of such an idea given his ambiguous status as one of Earth's many new visitors. What to make of such a radical lifestyle change. A lot of trial and error would have to be done and though he knew it was inevitable he still struggled to make that kind of leap. Despite the brief period he'd made temporary resident upon the land, Bass couldn't afford to procrastinate any further. To amass strength was the main aim of the game, his loyalties to Namek wavered but his desire to become stronger never faltered. To matter in the world or the galaxy even, one needed awesome power to even stand a chance at being anything significant. While greed did mix into the equation, the young Namekian genuinely believed that such was necessary to even accomplish anything significant. Along his path to both physical and mental competence many steps would have to be taken to get there. But just what step was he taking right now? The Tenka'ichi Budokai Grounds, a place apparently riddled with legend and remarkable history. From the little of what he came to know about the tournament grounds there was no other location of such significant importance at least in relation to the topic of combat. If he were to hope to get any inkling of fighting capacity he'd have to get it here, no other location could serve to provide him with that kind of help. To rely on another person or look for help in any manner was a thought he'd soon come to part with. Lingering memories of very regretful events on Namek calling him to action. The time for change and evolution as an individual was now, whatever was and whatever he saw himself to be was all a farce. The reality of his circumstances incited a certain emotion within him that he sought to act upon. To find his worth and make a name for his own sake was something he desperately needed to do, the past few months of his life having felt all for naught. Nothing of significance seemed to have been acquired for them save for the very personal need for power on his part, though he did desire for things to be different he couldn't help but think to great lengths. Is being by my lonesome the better path in life? Such a mental note left Bass to ruminate considerably as he sat in a pool of but his thoughts alone.
<I entered this world alone and so shall I probably leave it. There was never really any choice in the matter for me if I actually think about it. Friends come and go and I've no family to call upon, best I carve my own way through this existence of mine. That's how father probably intended it. Perhaps the reason behind my creation was a wrong one, but hopefully it'll work its way out in the end. Though a foolish delusion I call my dream, its all I've got now and maybe that's enough to live if only for a little longer.> Deep in self reflection, the young Namekian would swiftly be thrown out of such focus as his attention went to something rather pressing if only for the time being. Battle, the actual reason behind him attending the tournament. A chance to get himself accustomed to combat once again after having taken what was in his opinion too long a break for an individual such as he. The many fights he participated in having managed to pass him by like some cool breeze on a calm day on Namek. Slight resistance here and there though more or less uneventful seeing as how he could just walk past the competition without another moment of regard for his opponents. Even via restricting his power to the best of his abilities it still didn't prove to be a challenge in any sense of the word. Fists clashing with his foes using outstanding precision and brawn as he reduced them to mere piles of flesh and blood.
Without many of them having the power of regeneration their wounds made for a rather sickening sight on Bass's part as he eyed them with visible callousness. The thrill of battle, the risk of death, honor and glory. They were all lacking unfortunately and given the circumstances it felt as if it'd never come. As he rose through the ranks he continually felt the futility in his admission to such a tourney given the inconsequential nature of his fights, little was being learned and if anything he felt his skills weaken. It were as if Bass stood as a pristine blade and against such course and rusted tools of war he began to dull his edge, it left much to be desired for and he knew it all too well. A real challenge was what he desired and it seemed that might be fortunate enough to get one. After having fought so many people his next opponent caught his eye, a fellow Namekian and here of all places. Such an encounter was rare to him at least for how short a time he'd been on the planet. With every foe now defeated he stood in complete silence as he waited for what would probably his next match. Careful as he studied the man from afar, not too sure what to make of what was an unknown opponent for the time being. Eyes squinting at his specific opponent of question, making use of the ability of ki sensing to get an understanding of the individual's power.
<So he strikes me as someone with a power-level worth roughly sixty to seventy percent my own, unless there are illusions to his character I suppose that's probably accurate. Why would he suppress his strength only to that level if he's fighting people far beneath him anyways? There's no challenge in it, he strikes me as someone who fights at full power all the time.> Crossing both arms, he stood with an air of radiant composure on his body. Standing tall and without any signs of faltering characteristics. Though he lacked pride in many areas of his life, he managed to regain some measure of it as he realized just where he stood in this minor tourney. Unless interrupted he'd go back to sit with the rest of the fighters, not wanting to overstep his bounds and come off as too cocky. With the way he managed to maintain pass on that combative scene, he didn't want to make things unrealistic for what he took as a low level martial arts tournament. There would likely be better opportunities for him to become stronger, whether or not this would be one still was yet to be seen.
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Post by Gita on Aug 6, 2019 19:30:23 GMT -6
200,000 pl
The crowd began to cheer like their was no tomorrow. The announcer got on his podium and began to chant the dramatic opening of the last match. After looking over his paperwork, he read the names into the microphone.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, OUR FINAL MATCH IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN. BOTH OUR LAST TWO CONTESTANTS ARE NAMEKIAN FROM THE PLANET NAMEK. GITA AND BASS COME TO THE RING!"
Gita rose from his feet and dusted himself off as he heard his name and also had heard that his opponent would be a namekian. He would enter the ring with his hands to his pocket, a lit cigarette to his mouth, unkept blue beige robe, and a carefree lazy type of attitude to go along with it. He now stood at the center of the ring, the crowd began to cheer his name and he just stood there looking bored and uncaring about the whole situation. He hadn't had a worthy opponent to actually give him a challenge and he had hoped that this would be the right opponent for the job. He awaited for his opponent to arrival and while he exhaled out a rather long yawn, he kept himself a mystery to not only the announcer and the crowd, but also his opponent who was about to come onto the stage. This was a fight for his life and with his eyes being closed, he began to feel the aura within his body glow and show for a brief second. The blue crystal aura began to flow through him and then finally fading away as he now entered his transformation and stood ready with his hands still in his pockets of his robe and his lit cigarette slowly burning through its stem from ashes to ashes.
Gita would promptly sit on the ground with his legs crossing one another and sitting down in an indian style position.
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Post by Bass on Aug 7, 2019 14:44:39 GMT -6
Namekian vs Namekian
Bass's PL: 74'000
After all was said and done and the curtains came to close there always happened to be one final act before the show truly ended. It all felt like some kind of blur having gotten to this point despite the time it took him. Reaching the top, although mildly amusing didn't necessarily give him that good a feeling in the end. Indifference his companion in this gradual rise to success, the sentiment giving him quite a bit to think upon. Making the Namekian wonder if there was truly any worth to his attempt to the acquisition of achievement in his life, a question which managed to constantly nag Bass to no end. Such a thought having bothered him ever since his days on Namek, a constant feeling of emptiness having brewed within him for quite some time. Try as he might, to care about this fight was hard for him to do. For every fist lain upon an enemy another seemed to appear in their place, and what became of it? Strike after strike no meaningful gain was made, for him to feel true growth he'd have to aim higher. Seeking to challenge threats worthy of the fight should they actually come across his path. Hungry to once again perceive the the taste of combat that he had not known for such a long time. Given such a desire however, he remained conflicted on the matter of battle. Recollections of a past lifestyle returning to him like a crashing wave, sudden and remarkably harsh.
But would it actually be another repeat of Namek again? To think this way was something Bass felt necessary although rather troubling regardless, it was an important mental consideration to make given how futile he felt his actions to be as of yet in his life. To have made so much distance and yet not really move forward? It was disheartening and caused if only for but a moment for his will to hesitate, the prospect of battle leaving him with mixed feelings given increased reflection on the matter. Would this be another pointless endeavor? In due time, he'd come to know the answer to such a question. Looking inwards for answers as he came to ponder, left to his own devices. <I've spent so much of my life walking towards unrealistic goals, what good are ambitions if there's no possibility of achieving them? For so long in this existence I've really wasted it on just looking around and expecting things to change or improve through peaceful means. Hope as I might've no such thing has ever brought about necessary progress and I doubt it ever will, for Namek's sake or my own even. Oh how I wonder what the Guru would make of my opinions.. Perhaps its better I don't think of him, the longer I look back the less I can move forward. To make a decision is necessary but am I really prepared to do so? I guess now's a better time for it than any, maybe Namek wasn't my dream. My so called loyalties are to an idea I can't even call Namekian anymore. A beast of their own, and wait a second.. Have a heard things correctly?!>
Bass returned to his senses after having been so caught up in his thoughts for so long. Surprised by the alarm and request for his arrival to the stadium, it was all happening so quickly. A few fights and already things were to be decided, regardless of his opinions of the tournament he deemed it the best course of action to get it over with. He'd made it so far and it did no good to turn back especially after everything he'd seen and had been through in such a short amount of time. As he began to walk towards that platform, he'd take note of the oddly specific message he heard announced with a feeling of remarkable confusion. The sound of his footsteps getting drowned out by the question posed to himself in mind. <Me?! From the planet Namek? I did no such thing to reveal my place of origin, was this a mistake on their part? Or are they just making some pointless generalization due to my appearance. Either there's foul play at hand or someone's making some guesses but in no way did I give away such personal information freely and without care for the repercussions. I wonder if the other Namekian had given them such information, although still. His face is not the slightest bit familiar to me, why would he have any hand in doing such a thing? Maybe it was really just an innocent mistake but to trust people to really have their best intentions at heart would be a fatal error on my part. How long have I gone in life with that mentality and how often have I been wrong? It ends now.>
At last he made it on stage, eyes shiftily looking back and forth between both the announcer and his opponent in question; Gita, a Namekian who apparently bore the strength necessary to move up the ranks and make it to the finals. Via simple observation he didn't quite comprehend just what kind of individual this man happened to be. Although no rash and immediate assumption could be made just yet, some semblance of Steno's characteristics seemed to come off the Namekian. While it'd been quite some time since he'd talked to the Guardian his feelings for the man were still harsh and full of rage, rather hateful towards him given their last encounter and many other choice discussions. That sore sentiment couldn't help but fade away as his anger began to build from within, building up as he felt some manner of it targeted towards his opponent. Setting aside such thoughts as he carefully studied the Namekian. Judging from the stance and manner in which his opponent sat still on the stadium there was a specific confidence to the man. Crossing his arms as he stared at Gita with violent intent. His voice calm and without much sentimental feedback, making for a rather apathetic tone of speech. "I will make no attempt to initiate combat. Should you will it, we shall commence. I am not one who believes that drawing one's blade first is the better course of action. Show me just what kind of fighter you are, I'm curious what Namekians on this planet have to offer."
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Post by Gita on Aug 7, 2019 23:38:56 GMT -6
His opponent had finally made it to the stage. His walk and stance made it seem like he was a veteran when it came to all things combat. However what shocked him the most, wasn’t the way he looked which clearly labeled him as a Mazoku and not namekian, but his tone of speech which he followed. Gita had a slight chuckle about him as he opened his mouth slightly and the cigarette falling from his mouth and to the ground.
“It’s funny, you speak as though you are well versed in combat.”
Even though this was a blunt and to the point, seeing as how he didn’t want to start the fight because of his own beliefs. History would say that Mazoku are all monsters and evil. Though base on his looks alone and from what Gita had assumed, this man was indeed hard to read slightly.
“You don’t look that old to be a threat. I have trained not only namekians during my time, but also Mazoku. Tell me, how old are you?”
Even though his age didn’t matter in the slightly, Gita was curious on how much years of fighting experience this man had. Gita was a veteran by all means and combat was indeed is specialty back on Namek and here on Earth. Gita was quick to summon a soccer ball in front of him and was quick to hurl it straight to the man in hopes of injuring his stomach.
“Let’s see how long you will last..”
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Post by Bass on Aug 10, 2019 17:33:06 GMT -6
Namekian vs Namekian
Bass's PL: 74'000
Important as this bout was, Bass could not manage to keep a straight face. The context behind the battle was rather serious but the conversation he would soon be having happened to be anything but. There had been an effort on his part to keep his cool both before and while the fray happened, ironically however it seemed that it wouldn't be possible given the very short exchange the two Namekians had. Finding it hard to get a proper read on the individual, the teen decided to bide his time. Seeking to draw out their discussion as long as possible before immediately engaging in combat. Once he entered the fray everything likely would be decided without much struggle. True mental gain was to be made outside of this physical clash, to find a Namekian here of all places was a tool he'd have to learn to make use of. Just what kind of knowledge did this man possess? What was the context behind this figure's arrival on the planet? To have Namek as one's nativity meant a lot of things and given the person's age, he could only wonder. Willing to learn more but partly hesitant to cause difference with a man he only just came to know. To toss aside this somewhat rare moment was something he aspired not to do. Mind running wild as he'd take to prompt analysis. <Such a man is one to take note of, I must be careful around him. As with Oboe, there's more than meets the eye I imagine. Perchance its better that we've been forced to cross paths, I've been aiming to part with Namek but he's forced me to confront what's a part of me. It'll have to take a head-on approach.> The time for action was now and while it didn't have to be combat, the scenario had to progress. Standing among a crowd of people gave him no opportunity to just wait as he wished to do so, his eyes naturally fell upon the audience back to the Namekian in rapid fashion. Bass dismissively shook his head at Gita, laughing to himself without much care for the location he happened to be in. His demeanor getting relaxed, lacking sign of any tension. "You think I made it this far without an ounce of combat experience? You're a good comedian. It takes confidence to make it this far in battle. Either we've got the will to continue or we inevitably give in to the fray. If I don't carry a certainty behind my words it'd do me no good, where I'm from it takes that particular characteristic of belief in oneself to succeed. I imagine for you to have gotten as far as you have it took a certain skill or kind of character."
A hand rose up as if in some manner of disagreement towards the Namekian's question, smiling as he stared at his foe with a visage of utter dissent. Head shaken yet again at the man though for different reasons this time. "Age you say? The fact that you've trained Mazoku should give ample explanation behind my specific circumstance. I'm less than a year old if I were to guess, the specific date of my birth eludes me currently but given simple math its probably nine or so months. Don't let it fool you though, I'm both mentally and physically beyond it as you can see. Things had happened where I'm from unfortunately making such a rapid growth so necessary. I'm unsure what kind of fate your and your kind suffered on Namek but the things I've seen.. They are not for the faint of heart, I assure you this much." Bass began to assume a combative stance as he'd ready himself against any everything that his opponent had prepared for him, eager to participate in the fray after the mild exchange. He didn't know much about his adversary yet but if his power-level was any indication of the nature of this fight, he at least could afford to not exert himself as hard as he might've otherwise. Life back home wasn't always rough per say but in comparison to the challengers he'd been up against, it made his native land look like an actual threat. With a fair display of his skill in the art of battle, the young Namekian pointed a finger at the soccer ball. Firing a beam of ki straight through it as it exploded on contact. Bits of rubber flying in every direction as Bass would stand in complete disinterest. He'd reflect to himself in hurried fashion, taken aback by the non threatening show of power he'd been forced to repel. <Strange, I wonder if there's more to the attack that I'm just not perceiving. Simple magic materialization bearing no other properties beyond my current scope of understanding. As a teacher to both Mazoku and other Namekians I must imagine that he's capable of ki sensing.> Bass slowly clapped towards Gita with a remarkable sense of irony, not at all intimidated after finally getting a sense for the level of his adversary's strength. "Gita's the name right? I've got to say, I don't know if you mean to be actively so disrespectful but, don't you know my power-level? Most Namekians are capable of such a feat and given how strong both you and I am, you should be aware that a technique that weak won't be enough to hurt me in any capacity. Try again, I'd really like to see something that could actually be a threat for a change."
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