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Post by Vocado on Oct 17, 2019 15:36:22 GMT -6
Thread Power Level: 160,000
Facing every element the universe threw at you was an important part of becoming a true warrior. If one truly wished to be unbeatable, then one needed to battle the environment as much as their foe. With proper training, one could withstand just about anything: The most extreme, urelenting heat would do little more than make you sweat. Bitter, bone-snapping cold would illicit little more than a sniffle, and pitch-black darkness could become nothing but a harmless distraction.
Mud, however, was an element Vocado did not expect to be so infuriating.
After trekking through Earth’s snow-swarmed tundras and floating amongst the crags of Nameks lava-filled wastes, it seemed like a simple salt marsh wouldn’t be so much trouble. It’s just a bit of slop, right? Oh how wrong he was.
Squelching, popping and retching echoed across the flatlands. This island was far from civilization, though it once held quite a few villages long ago. Their departure and the subsequent neglect allowed this once vibrant land to become overrun by the salty sea water surrounding it, thus creating this disgusting marsh.
But Vocado did not choose this island for its disgusting appearance alone. Local legends called this place a desecrated land. Once holy, it held unimaginable treasures. Gold and silver and... Something orange.
Was a Dragon Ball really hidden in these mud-swept ruins? He almost hoped it wasn’t.
As he pulled his foot free from yet another mud pocket, the Prince sighed, sneering wickedly as bits of grime slicked off the side of his boot.
”To think Humans really lived here... Sickening.”
He hadn’t realized it before, but he certainly had a distaste for the unclean. Maybe it was his noble upbringing, or perhaps it was natural due to how cleanly most of Vegeta’s civilization was... Compared to this, at least.
With a huff of discontent, he continued his search, determined to find... Anything.
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Ramen
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PL: 217,000
Akuma no Gisei (x16T) Soul Mastery (x24P)
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Post by Ramen on Oct 18, 2019 23:56:13 GMT -6
SOPPING SECRECY| Ramen's PL: 175,000 |
Powerful signatures stood out like a beacon on Earth. For the most part, Ramen paid them no mind. There were a number of individuals who could have been responsible for such a signal. After all, she had come across no shortage of powerful fighters since she began her journey as a martial artist. But when a signal came so close to home in the tropics, she couldn't help but be drawn to it. Part of it was an instinct to protect: she had to grudgingly admit that a lot of the South was pretty inhospitable. The streets of South City were vibrant and full of excitement, and the mountains on the mainland offered some of the most beautiful sights you would ever see.
But then there were places like this. There was nothing fun about being in a marsh. It was sticky and wet, and it made the task of cleaning your boots at the end of the day a regular nightmare. Once, she had spent a solid three hours trying to brush caked mud off of the delicate fabric of her gi boots. It proved to be all for naught, as her instructor arrived to see the dirty, and dutifully scolded her for not maintaining a clean uniform for training.
She didn't have anyone to boss her around now. But that training still loomed over her, and each sinking step through the mud made her wince internally. It was almost enough to distract her from her task of hunting down whoever was radiating such power. But her better instincts prevailed, and she trudged on, wearing an expression as grim as the muddy situation called for. She couldn't even look forward to a fight if this turned out to be one of those lost alien warlords. Footwork would be a nightmare, and every kick would spray gobs of marsh everywhere. Not her idea of fun.
She only came to a halt when she finally set eyes on her target. Even after months apart, it was impossible to mistake the regal once-King, even as he marched through those same stomach-turning conditions. Somehow, through it all, he still managed to look... better. Maybe it was the new arm, or maybe he had somehow managed to rebuild his confidence. But for a moment in the distance, Ramen could have sworn she had seen the spectre of the man her friend used to be.
"This is a long way from Vegeta," she called out from behind him, a small smirk forming. "You're not planning to live out here, are you? This would be an awful place to play hermit."
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Post by Vocado on Oct 19, 2019 2:28:40 GMT -6
"Ramen...?"
Vocado turned, the uneasy footing sinking him deeper-still with his quick motion. What little height he had seemingly sunk by a good two inches. It didn't matter to him, though. Seeing an old friend brought a sincere smile to his face. He tried to take a step forward, but found his foot was stuck firmly under a good chunk of muck. Sighing, he shrugged, chuckling to himself as he did.
"This place? N-no. I was looking for good places to train myself while I was out here. I figure it made sense to train my body against all types of elements and this was one of the last ones on the list, you know? I figured it'd be a bit less..." He looked around briefly, "...Annoying."
He considered asking her why she stopped by, but he had a good enough guess in mind already. Sensing a massive power signature probably got her on edge. Then again, maybe she was looking for the Dragon Balls too. Did Kayen tell her about the plan? His paranoia set in quickly, but it faded just as soon. Being around Ramen gave him a strange sense of nostalgia.
"How's the return trip been treating you? Comm channels been chatting up a storm about some big fight on Arcose; Figured you might have swung by instead of sticking around down here."
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Ramen
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PL: 217,000
Akuma no Gisei (x16T) Soul Mastery (x24P)
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Post by Ramen on Oct 19, 2019 8:55:58 GMT -6
SOPPING SECRECY| Ramen's PL: 175,000 |
"Good places to train?" Ramen took a short glance around at the marsh surrounding them. She didn't necessarily disagree that there was something to be gained from practicing in an environment like this, but all the same -- it was still just too messy for her liking. "I... suppose that makes sense. I think if I were you I would have picked one of those snowy mountains or a volcanic region or something, if you were looking for that sort of hardship. Mud and gross suction noises kind of take away from the experience."
She returned her attention to Vocado at that, taking a closer look at him now that he had turned. He had a smile on his face, and that was enough to confirm to her that he was more like the man she remembered. She had no doubt he was still every bit as dramatic, but as long as he wasn't so sober and morose all the time, she wouldn't mind. It was enough to bring her to return the smile. When he turned to the topic of Arcose, she replied with a lazy, one-shouldered shrug.
"I actually went on the ship with them to Arcose, but something caught my attention here. I led an attack in the city there -- several months back now, myself and Kalabas. I have a lot of faith Kayen and Nashua will be fine without me," her smile turned a little to the bitter side. "The Arcosians themselves barely offered a defense. I probably could have destroyed the entire city if I had've wanted to. It was some Pride Trooper who showed up to stop us."
"--And Mollusc," she added, almost as an afterthought. "... You're back on the Kingdom's comms?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2019 10:56:32 GMT -6
Thread PL: 30,000 | X-Forms: (x2T) Cryoshock is active for 60,000 PL | Item(s): Scouter
"Come back in a half hour, or if you get the signal over the scouter comms like we discussed." A cold hand draped itself across the shoulder of the speedboat's 'captain', Creme's voice hushed but razor sharp. Unusually, the syndicate boss decided to not pick up one of his many own lackeys for the situation, but instead hire a questionably clean civilian boat owner. "All you have to do is circle the outskirts of the port a bit and then pick me up. Easy money, right?" The man swallowed, nodding as the frost crept along the hem of his coat. "Aye aye sir, I won't tell a soul."
Releasing him with a slight shove, Creme stepped off the vessel and unto the overgrown, marshy landscape. "Good. I can swim, you know. Don't make me have to." Tch. Of course, dipping into the ocean with what he was retrieving was liable to destroy it, defeating the entire purpose of coming here to begin with. He should really pick up flying one of these days, but his power set just didn't mesh well with the concept of propelling oneself through the air. Such a problem was only compounded by the mass of plant life and half-liquidated dirt and mud present to bog him down.
As soon as the puttering of the boat's engine faded from his hearing, Creme stopped the ground - a trail of cold racing from the site of the impact and quickly freezing its' way through the underbrush. The previously soppy terrain hardened, the thick leaves and branches snapping off at the lightest brush of a hand. "Ah, much better..." He didn't have tolerance for stupid interruptions, after all this was a time-sensitive job. What exactly was the human hoping to accomplish here? Like most criminals, it boiled down to money.
More specifically, a hidden cache of valuables somewhere on this nowhere island hidden by his 'parents' several years prior. Now that they were dead, they didn't have much use for material wealth - so Creme now took it upon himself to go and retrieve it. They were paranoid enough to stuff quite a sum off to the side, rather than trust it with a bank or on digital currencies. Smart to a degree, but annoying as all hell. Now, theoretically, there should be next to nothing out here with him. Save for maybe the odd animal, this was one of the most remote islands in the entirety of the tropics.
Which made the sudden ping of his scouter glasses even more concerning. They had been set to only alert him of beings higher than around a thousand... though upon checking it, he nearly slipped on his own ice. "What!? Why... why the hell are there two people out here. Not just that, but they seem to already be transformed..." Or not, but Creme was operating under the assumption that this was already their max power output. Still far, far above his. "Damnit..." There was the possibility that he could leave and come back, but...
"They could be after treasure! Damn locals love to spread rumours." Adjusting the frame of his eyewear, Creme took a circular approach to the problem - simply skirting along the edge of typical scouter range (helpfully masked by foliage) in an attempt to reach his destination without tipping either of the warriors off to his presence. A trek through non-frozen sludge and plants wasn't high on his bucket list, but he couldn't let this opportunity slip out of his grasp to a couple of randoms in the south.
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Post by Vocado on Oct 22, 2019 12:58:19 GMT -6
”Heh. Trust me I’ve done the snow and the heat thing to death. I figured a side-grade might be an interesting challenge.”
As Ramen talked, Vocado couldn’t help but feel a tingle in his back. Something was nearby— or rather someone. Battle Point on-high, the person seemed competent enough. Whatever their intent was, they seemed content to stay hidden in the shadows for now. While Ramen talked, Vocado gestured as subtly as he could with his brow and eye, trying to catch her attention on the incoming power.
”Yeah I... Sort of made up with Kayen. Sort of. Nothing concrete, I suppose, but at the very least we won’t stab one another on-sight. At least I won’t anyway. Only reason I’m still on Earth is to... Keep a promise.”
Tell her your real plan. a voice whispered inside his ear, tickling the back of his mind. King Vocado, The World Eater. The Pirate-Killer. She’d fall head-over-heels for you then. She’d love you like no woman has before.
Shaking his head, Vocado turned back to the ruins across from them. It seemed to sink ever-so-slowly with each passing second. How it still stood after so many years was a true mystery. ”Well, I hope you’re not busy. I could use some help parsing through the muck. I’m looking for some treasure— not that I need it, I suppose. Just figured it’d make a fun exercise. You in?”
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Post by Russ on Oct 22, 2019 22:11:03 GMT -6
Russé PL: 30,000
Energy Sense activated
Rumors about this island managed to reach the money-grabbing vigilante Russé, the prospect of gold and silver or whatever valuable treasure he could find being n this island is an opportunity he couldn't pass up, rumors were always meant to be taken with a grain of salt but if it turns out to be real, the half-saiyan had to be there to see it for himself. The humanoid primate traveled in the skies above the vast ocean waters, the faster he flew, the visual of the island in question is growing bigger, a sign the trip wasn't very long. Russé dissipated his energy aura as he touched solid ground, and quickly he dreaded landing, the island is also pretty infamous for its march, being filled with wet mud that will make any traveler annoyed. The sound of moisturized soil mashed under his boots is an unpleasant thing to hear, and he has to walk through this landscape under these conditions to find what he's looking for. "Yuck!, I'm gonna need fresh new clothes once I get out of here" voicing his disdain. Russé walked forward on a path in front of him, along the way his senses picked up powerful energy signature, looks like he isn't the only one on this deserted island, if they are after the treasure, things will be a lot more complicated. {"Oh great..I can feel people close by, two of them are stronger than me, the other one is just as strong as I am, and here I thought this is going to be easy..heh..how annoying"} he slightly chuckled to himself analyzing the situation, if he were to get into a fight with these people, no doubt they will tear him apart, with the exception of the signature around his strength, in an ideal scenario he would pray to the Kai's the locals are friendly and they wouldn't have to fight at all. Russé continued down his path despite the odds going against him, he made the decision to come to this island, he will go through with it no turning back now. The half saiyan soon spotted two people who are responsible for having high levels of power. "looks like I'm not the only one here" he spoke getting a clear visual of Ramen and Vocado, pretending he didnt sense their presence earlier, he didn't see the other person around, probably wanting to stay hidden. |
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Post by Ramen on Nov 11, 2019 22:08:29 GMT -6
SOPPING SECRECY| Ramen's PL: 175,000 |
Ramen caught the slight gesture Vocado offered, her own eyes flicking to the side momentarily. She caught the signal too -- no, she caught two signals. She offered the same courtesy back to him, a slight tilt of her head to one side intended to alert him to the apparent arrival of a second newcomer. In all likelihood, it would be another pair of warriors out to spy on some more powerful signatures than their own. Ramen herself had done that, and more than once: whether it was curiosity or concern, it was a difficult thing to pass up once you had your eyes opened with the ability to sense energy.
For now, she remained still where she was. If these two were friendly, they would no doubt make themselves known. If they weren't, then perhaps she and Vocado would have a repeat of the battle they found themselves in at the tea restaurant, all those months ago. She forced a weak smile, returning her attention to the conversation at hand.
"I'm glad to hear that," she replied, her tone taking on an earnest tone. Any end to the bloodshed between Vocado and Kayen was welcome in her mind. "I was getting a little tired of having to worry about which one of my friends would try to kill the other. I'd like to be able to focus on our mutual enemies on the outside of the Kingdom... not worry about constant fighting on the inside."
She shrugged a shoulder, casting a long look over the miserable swamp they had come to. If it had been just about anyone else asking for help, her answer probably would have been no: she could think of no shortage of spots she'd rather be than right here. But she sighed, and dipped her head into a nod. "I suppose I could help. I hope that treasure of yours is worth all the mud, though."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2019 12:49:00 GMT -6
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Post by Russ on Nov 22, 2019 13:51:12 GMT -6
Russé move closer to the individuals in question from his obscure location, the half-breed picked up a recognizable red-head woman chatting with another saiyan with a prosthetic arm. [Its Ramen, the girl I met in West City] the boy would tune his ears into their conversation, the stronger of the two appears to want to focus on enemies outside of a kingdom and is relieved to not worry about her friends killing each other, sounds like there was a dispute and they patched up recently.
{The Kingdom..are they from the saiyan kingdom? and who's Kayen?} he's heard brief stories about the royal establishment from his mother but he's never visited the place before.
The guy with he metal arm intended to find the treasure and Ramen wished to help out, although both of them will likely tear him to shreds, he cant just sit here and do nothing while they go off to obtain the riches on this island. Russé came out of hiding and walked towards the two stopping a couple feet away to put a little distance between them but close enough for him to be in their line of sight.
"I knew I wasn't crazy sensing strong energy levels here.." looking at Vocado from his arm to his face, his eyes then shifted to Ramen and a smile of familiarity spread on face "I remember you from West City, its Ramen right? Are you both after the treasure too?" looking at the both of them.
Despite his "nice guy" facade his guard remained on edge due to the uncertainty of these two, a foolish mistake on his end to expose himself in front of people who could be dangerous if they are chasing old rumors. Depending on what they do its either going to be a fight for the treasure or they work together if their objective is the same as his own.
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