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Post by Sanbu on Sept 27, 2019 22:51:47 GMT -6
Aimless Pursuit
Sanbu's PL: 64'000
Structures without purpose, chaotic and in its purest state. Such was what many claimed to nature was. When it came to design there was no planning nor did there appear to be any need for it. In times so changing and unforeseeable could one really hope to think of the present with such a rigid perspective? The world knew no constants for its only constant was that it didn't happen to have any. Life was a book of unending pages and there seemed to be no rhyme or reason behind some of the chapters it had. Lone in his quest for answers or at least some semblance of resolution, Sanbu walked with no real structure to his jaunt. Mind occupying the greater part of his focus while he continued promenading upon the sea of sand called Diablo. After having trekked for so long it became clear that both where he had came from nor where he was heading towards appeared to no longer differentiate themselves. The Majin started to chuckle to himself while he eyed his surroundings, mesmerized in all their indiscriminate complexity. The slightest grin started to form on his face while he'd stare forever more at the marvelous spectacle which was nature in its most raw state. Constantly submerged within the spirit of change as it surely would never know permanence, patron to the laws of the universe as chaos made its residence here. "Have I not found life's true meaning here? A place that knows no start or end? A location which never knows true shape? No painting of a desert is ever complete, as much as one may wish to detail its beauty there is never an authentic form one can use as reference. The here and now, the moments in which one can experience this allure, they are all that matter in the end. I shall never return to this place and find it just how I left it, but perhaps that is all that counts. I stand on ground that'll never take this shape again. What a rarity this is, a unique experience. I must cherish it." Sanbu continued to walk along a desultory path, making way to a destination of which he hadn't a name for. Few were the days where he actually had some kind of goal or motivation to fuel his actions, another impulsive decision, yet another strange environment he'd learn to become familiar with. Having been isolated on the Yunzabit Heights for so long, to see lands far from home was an activity he started to develop an immense passion for. Wind at his back, Sanbu pressed his feet off the ground. Flying through the air with an easy method to his person, composure well collected as a rush of wind pressed neatly against his body constantly breaking away at his form. "Not a single person nearby, how unfortunate."
TAGS: Amara
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Post by Amara on Sept 28, 2019 7:52:10 GMT -6
Thread PL: 35,000 | Items: Scouter, Spacepod, Blutz Generator
"I hate sand," Amara growled, shaking some of the evil particles lose from her bodysuit and armor. "It's coarse, rough, and gets fucking everywhere." Normally, she'd be flying over the horrible no-good desert in her spacepod, but fate had decided to play a cruel prank on the Saiyan. A cable was slung over Amara's shoulder, pulling around a smoking and very damaged craft behind her making a trough in the sand. It had decided to short-circuit and crash straight into the middle of the sandy Hell, and Amara vowed then and there to exact her revenge on the mechanics at Central City who repaired it the first time.
Beads of sweat started to coalesce on the former mercenary's forehead, body beginning to feel the strain of tugging along a giant hunk of metal while in body armor and the relentless rays of the sun above. At least it was a yellow star and not a blue star, like on Raddi-12. Despite being a few times further away from the surface of the planet, the light and scorching heat were even worse in the 'cold' regions than they were here on one of Earth's hottest locations. Still. Didn't mean Amara hated sand any less than before.
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Post by Sanbu on Sept 28, 2019 16:31:38 GMT -6
Sanbu's PL: 64'000
"Need I really have chosen the desert for the sake of such a stroll? An unending sand dune far as the eye can see, while self-reflection can be forever entertaining I'm not so sure I can keep myself permanently entertained through such a means. What does it mean to be alive if I can't exercise all aspects of the self? I require dialogue if I'm to continue calling myself a thinking and living being. One ought not be a robot that merely lives for the sake of living, what does point does that serve? We've got to the use the tools we are giving else we shouldn't have them at all. Strip away my legs if I don't walk, tear off my arms if I don't fight. Now, sever my head if I choose not to think with it." An eyebrow would raise upon Sanbu's face as he'd come to detect a most particular presence after having known none for quite some time. Grace to his natural prowess of ki sensing there were no illusions to be made about what he was feeling, he was certain there was another person nearby. Akin to another encounter he had a few days past this, individual was another that simply couldn't be ignored. It wasn't everyday a person had a power-level this high in the desert. Just what were they looking to accomplish? The Majin had to find out, curiosity and boredom simply didn't allow him such a liberty. Veering off his unplanned course to search the source of such a disturbance, in hurried manner Sanbu flew towards the individual. Their trail in the sand making it ever so easier to find them out given his somewhat unrefined skill of ki sensing as of late. Without the need for combat or the thirst for sparring he could feel his ability as a martial artist start to dull ever so slightly. To let up at a time like this was simply something he couldn't accept. The matter of power was ever so complicated, while he did chase after it he feared that he'd eventually be facing a most circular problem. If one chased after power then power surely would chase after them and so would a cycle continue of unending desire for power. A hunger that'd never sate itself, an appetite he'd never be able to allay forever. For a moment, if only short he'd throw away such troubling thoughts and focus on the sole thing that really mattered at the moment; The here and now, all that comprised what he called as experience. No one ever developed any new memories by basing themselves off of the past or future, they all were created and destroyed in the present and so he too would try and reside in such a place. Like a drifting autumn leaf gently did Sanbu start to descend on the sandy terrain, feet pressing neatly against the ground while he tried calling the attention of the individual nearby as he slowly approached their way. Upon further inspection a few particular details would come to light, he could only ponder the reason behind some of the specifics visible on or near the stranger. <That outfit, so militaristic its rather intriguing even. To sport a power-level of that magnitude and have a space-pod at your tail? They're not the typical outsider, if typical even exists.> The young Majin waved over the individual in question, smiling at them with a slight subtlety to his mannerisms. Not yet confident enough in his stance to make any defined motions. His hands would interlocked with one another as he placed his arms behind his back, standing still and without much of an expression on his face. "Why hello stranger, it appears you've been dealt an unfortunate card. Bad luck I presume? I'm no mechanic but I trust I can be of some service in helping you carry that vehicle. You can call me Sanbu, what name might I attribute to you?"
TAGS: Amara
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Post by Amara on Sept 29, 2019 11:53:22 GMT -6
Amara's scouter began beeping softly, picking up a distinct and rather strong Power Level in her vicinity. Frowning, she dropped the cable rope, the line dropping slack in the sand. It was alarmingly higher than hers, perhaps by about two-fold. And while little things could match the explosive multiplier of the Great Ape, the device used to enter said transformation was still affixed to the bottom of her shot spacepod. The Saiyan sighed, rolling her shoulders free of the perpetual strain they had been under and trying to pinpoint where exactly the signature was coming from. She wouldn't be wondering for long, though, as a... reddish-orange person descended from above, Mary Poppins style.
At least they didn't seem outwardly hostile. Amara's glare lessened, hand moving off the grip on her blaster as 'Sanbu' introduced himself. It was mostly her jittery nerves and the damnable heat that kept the Saiyan on such edge, and she tried to remind herself to keep a level head. "Amara." She responded. "I suppose some help would be appreciated." Shifting in place, a thought popped into her mind. "What are you doing out here anyway? Most sane people like to avoid the desert whenever possible... as I would've had my ship not gone kaput."
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Post by Sanbu on Sept 29, 2019 13:48:01 GMT -6
Sanbu's PL: 64'000
Never was there a day where one could reliably predict its outcome. Like with grains of sand a simple breeze could blow over the land and there'd be no telling in which way the grains would settle. For such a common and simple occurrence such as this, was there really any means of foreseeing anything even partially more complex than just sand? Many variables were afoot in the grand scheme of life for each and every one of its players. As with a finely tuned machine carrying many parts, the pieces at play needed to all be regarded with a great deal of importance if one were to hope to make it alive for a while. One screw not fitted tightly enough and the entire construction risked collapsing. With regard to the vehicle that the Saiyan happened to be carrying he could only wonder if all his components were in order. It didn't take much for someone to fall apart, he knew it too well having experienced similar trauma some time ago. Inside his collective conscious the Majin started to think, a positive nature started to consume his personality as he did so. <That was then and this is now, need I really focus so much on the former times? As I walk along this trail I've forged for myself I risk losing sight of what really matters. If I refrain from looking forward I cannot advance, if I forget to acknowledge what's behind me I may fail to remember what's led me to this point and equally where I intend to go. Ah yes, what a predicament I've found myself in. I am a fortunate man to have two eyes to see both the future and the past.> Snapping back to reality Sanbu got a sense of his surroundings yet again, acknowledging the presence of the stranger with a nod and a smile. Seizing on the opportunity of the moment to better study his conversational peer with increased insight on the context of her situation. "Amara, I've never heard that name before, first of your kind with that name.. most intriguing. You've got good instincts if you're willing to fashion your weapon like that. Trust is such a hard thing to gain and even harder thing to give. You definitely strike me as the seasoned woman, your characteristics tell me this much." Sanbu smiled after hearing the approval for aid, making use of his unique physiology to lend his support to the best of his abilities. He'd loosen his collar as to expose part of his neck, rolling up his sleeves somewhat to equally expose more of his skin. The next process revealed it all, in quick succession multiple fragments of his neck and arms would began to lengthen and grow. Turning into tendril-like bits of flesh that'd latch onto the space-pod like branches or very large veins. They'd grip onto the device before securing it tightly, Sanbu would continue walking along the Saiyan's intended path as he'd drag the vessel without that much sign of strain. Every step taken on his part equally moving the machine, he'd pay no mind to what was taking place behind him as he continued walking, giving regard once again to Amara.
"That's a good question, I don't believe I've got an answer to that kind of a thing. I've come to enjoy the scenery and bask in this calming setting. Its not often that I get a chance to find a place so quiet and get to really think. Maybe I'm just not sane, it doesn't change much in my book. Unfortunate that your ship had to end up this way but where were you headed might I ask? Not often someone crashes here of all places, strange is all."
TAGS: Amara
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Post by Amara on Oct 1, 2019 8:02:37 GMT -6
The Saiyan wordlessly quirked an eyebrow, slightly off-put by the eccentric nature of the stranger before her. She had seen Majin before, but none were quite like this guy. His shape, cadence, positioning - everything was just odd. And that meant something, coming from a seasoned hired gun like her - Amara had seen quite a few things in her day. "Er, yeah?" She said hesitantly, squinting at Sanbu with a hint of confusion on her face. "There's a lotta names out there. While there might be someone with the same name as me, the chances of us meeting are slim." What exactly did he mean to imply by 'your kind?'
"Do you, um, just say what's on your mind aloud alot?" The Saiyan couldn't pinpoint what was going through his head... or why such things were there in the first place. "I mean, you're not wrong. I'm a bit past the bell curved in terms of age..." Amara scowled, the subject a bit touchy - especially after that Ogre had come in from nowhere, interrupted her ghost fight, and continuously called her old! Sheesh, the nerve. "Anyway. Yeah, you can help if you want. S' not like I can tell you to get lost when you already look like you're wandering,"
Some people may have been off-put by the sudden extension of fleshy body the Majin made use of, but Amara had seen it before. "I was en-route to Central City to the North. A job wrapped up at South City, so I planned to make a quick trip to my faux base of operations for some supplies, but you see how it turned out." Flipping a pouch on her belt, the mercenary retrieved a capsule from within - uncapping it to reveal a can of Hetap. Popping the lid, she took a deep swig before turning to Sanbu. "What's your name, anyway?"
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Post by Sanbu on Oct 3, 2019 18:47:17 GMT -6
Sanbu's PL: 64'000
As the many grains of sand in this desert, slowly did things begin to take form in this dialogue. A game of tug of war, back and forth in constant dance as words would be had between Sanbu and his target in question. There was much to be gained from this conversation and he'd make sure not to waste the opportunity and let words pass him by like straw. Not wanting to grasp at meaning when it could co so clearly come to him if he simply allowed a natural flow of discourse to take place. While the vocal aspect of their exchange was very present a more subtle portion of their discussion was taking place and he sought to make sense of it. Details were here and he'd make sure not to miss them. The little mannerisms performed in secrecy, the slight inflections of the voice on a particular word. The way in which one decided to formulate their sentences even. There appeared to be a many particularities one could gather from a person even if they didn't seem all that relevant for the time being. While he didn't know if such information would be all that useful anyways, it still proved to be something he wanted to take note of. <In the vastness of the desert, one can never be too sure about the company one keeps. I do hope I haven't forced any linguistic barriers by the forwardness of my voice.> He'd shake his head before laughing aloud, waving a hand dismissively. "You must understand, there are no humanoids save for Majins where I'm from. We don't really use names in the traditional sense back home, nor traditional language either. Its a little different among my clan." Sanbu proceeded to grin at the remark made by the Saiyan, there was a quality in such a response that brought on certain humorous properties within him. "I aim to not make any illusions about myself. If my words lead me to trouble then naturally I was meant for such a place." He'd sigh, shaking his head after coming to hear a certain kind of comment be uttered on her part. "I hope that didn't come off the wrong way, I'm not the youngest individual myself. I've seen more than half a century go by, aging doesn't seem so linear anymore with every year that passes." Though he wouldn't say anything, an agreeing nod would be sent her way as he continued to march on. Dragging the vehicle grace to his bodily alterations with a fair bit of efficiency albeit difficulty to it. Sanbu once again listened eagerly to the what the Saiyan had to say, trying to the best of his ability to absorb the content of the dialog. Attempting to make sense of the geography of earth given his the lack of travel he partook in on this land he called home. While he did seek to remain knowledgeable about matters concerning the planet as a whole, much was to be learned and his concerns towards earth didn't appear to be all that present at the moment. "Central city huh, I hear that's a nice place. Your faux base of operations intrigues me, its not often I hear of such a thing so often." In the midst of his tracks, the young Majin would come to a grinding halt. Crossing his arms while he thought over the question before going on to walk again. Replying to the woman with a somewhat withdrawn tone to his voice, there seemed to be something on his mind. "The name's Sanbu. I hail from the Kapsa clan, our domain is Mt Frappe. We wield the flames as our instrument of battle." The majin held a palm open, jutting out a hole through the middle of his palm only to ignite a jet of fire through his hand. Putting it out immediately as it glowed a fierce red hue before being snuffed out in no time at all.
TAGS: Amara
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Post by Sanbu on Oct 25, 2019 9:54:17 GMT -6
Sanbu exits the thread.
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