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Post by hirudinea on Nov 3, 2019 21:34:06 GMT -6
"Are you kidding me that bitch told me to just wander here while she went on some stupid date!" Leech kicked a rock shattering it to pieces. He had been told to stay outside Konats main city for at least a couple days as Anny went to go find her prince. It was fucking stupid she didn't need anyone else. Leech and her were as close...Leech paused. They were not that close but for brother and sister they were closer then anyone else? They had done everything together from killing bad monsters to killing their own kin. Nothing was fun without her and he thought same with the inverse. "This is a bunch of bullshit. I swear when I get back i'm gonna rip her head off." She had kicked her ass when he tried to stay but he'd get stronger then her. He paused when he realized their powers would always be even so their was no way he could surpass her. He fell to his knee's "FUCK!!!!!!" He roared out to the sky.
Leech pulled himself to his feet. He was far away from any civilization at this point. He would head back sooner or later though. It had been three days if he walked the other way back then it'd be six if he walked at the pace he was going at. He rubbed his arms looking to see the moon was coming out. It was going to get cold. He rubbed his head as he walked looking for some sort of cave. Then he saw some smoke over a small hill of sand. Leech rubbed his hands. That must of meant someone was out their making a fire. Leech crawled up the hill grinning. He'd observe this fool and see if they were worth their salt. If they weak he'd beat them down. That was surly get his blood pumping a bit.
Leech is without Anny. Powerlevel:15,000
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Kaal
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Post by Kaal on Nov 3, 2019 22:29:16 GMT -6
"The night is cold for a desert planet.." "...but it's for sure as hell warmer than that damn bedpan." The recently crash landed Vangardian warrior known as Kaal had just recently decided to venture back out into the open sand dunes. Initially, he had been debating on whether or not to remain near civilization and maybe even tag along with Ikra somewhere for a little bit, but in his heart he knew that if he were to get some answers on what exactly happened to his people as well as regain the lost weapons created for him by the three clans of his people, he was going to have to get back what strength and durability he had lost in the years he had been cryogenically frozen. A literal living popsicle. The thought of it simply made him shiver. Being out of action for so long would disturb any fighter, especially one of Kaals own caliber. He was his peoples chosen one- the sort of messiah of his now fallen from grace race, and yet here he was- out of sorts because of a damn pods built in code. Although, that code was inputted by those of whom he called his own race, so who was really at fault here?
Kaal shook his mind off of the topic of frozen popsicle people, he was in no mood to debate with himself on the philosophies and the morally gray area where his peoples actions toward him laid. Right now he sorely needed to think of a plan to retrieve his lost equipment off of their respective planets. Hell, he was yet to return to his possession the weapon that did stay within his ships cargo and crashlanded along with him on this very planet. His head began to ache from the idiocy of it all, and from just how careless his actions have been since landing on this planet. He tried not to blame it on himself too much, he couldn't have at all predicted anything would've turned out the way they did for him to ever end up on Konats. However, if he was not to blame, then who? His people? Those who were responsible for getting his ship ready? Once he was able to return home, the high council would hear about these apparent transgressions!
....That was another problem though. Just how long was he out for? Did Vangard even exist anymore? Was his people now replaced by a different race or species that rose to power? It was times like these that made him really regret ever leaving home. Surely there was some way of getting back in contact with his loved ones, and the shaken warrior began to rack his mind and tried to find himself some sort of solution to this calamity of his-
Until he had sensed an ample enough power signature to catch his attention up on the hill behind him. Whoever this person was, if they had any ill intent, then they should prepare to face the full wrath of a Vangardians frustrations.
"I know you're there, whoever you may be," Kaal said in his 'I mean business' tone, turning around to face Leech- his pale blue eyes piercing directly into his own pupils, as if he could use his windows to see into his soul and know exactly what his true intentions were. His pressuring gaze was always something that helped to intimidate his opponents and win the battle before it's even begun.
Though, contrary to what he was currently feeling, Kaal really wasn't looking for a fight at a time like this.
But if provoked, then there truly would be no turning back.
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Post by hirudinea on Nov 4, 2019 9:59:47 GMT -6
Leech grinned as he watched the man. He seemed to be an old far maybe a human. However, before he could pounce the man called out he knew he was there. Leech grunted this guy must have been a sensor like his sister. Leech stood up looking down at Kaal. He wondered if he should just attack. Then again if he could sense ki he might be worth his salt. If he got beat up here no one would come to save him for a while. He didn’t like the idea of being knocked out around here. Leech decided to at least get down there so he slid down the hill. He’d land slamming a foot down in the sand as he gave Kaal an up-close look. He seemed well built for some old man. Yet he was still an old man. He was stronger than some old dude at least right. He wished Anny was here then he could ask how strong he is. Leech groaned and finally just put his back agianst the hill. “Who the fuck are you?” Yah that was how he’d start. Figure out who this guy was and then beat him up. He could figure out how strong he was how he reacted to him? He could sense ki afterall so he knew how strong Leech was but also himself. Leech liked this plan already there were no drawbacks.
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Kaal
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Post by Kaal on Nov 7, 2019 15:52:47 GMT -6
Kaal regarded the newcomer with a look of mild interest on his face. This stranger actually had a power signature worth taking notice of, as it wasn't too far from his own at the moment. Though, the Vangardian reasoned that this was most likely due to his hibernation and long time away from combat. Well, long time away from doing anything that required a conscious effort, anyways. Once the man had slowly leaned his back against the hill, Kaal began to walk over toward him- becoming a bit self-conscious of himself as he did. Normally, whenever it came to actual combat, the man out of time normally ensured that his appearance was one of cleanliness and preparedness. As he was now, though, it seemed as though he was attempting to demonstrate the complete opposite- his face being a bit unshaven, his hair on the longer side of the spectrum, and his clothes currently being just his combat armor without the cape. Not very intimidating to say the least. He probably looked like an old man or something with the amount of hair on him. While he was fifteen hundred years old, his race was blessed just like the Saiyans with the gift of longevity and not having age leak into their appearances until WELL into their quite long lifespans. Currently though, it was as though he looked his age. Maybe he'd do something about it after dealing with whoever this hotshot was. Perhaps after knocking some sense into him he'd inquire as to where the nearest barbershop was.
As he was approaching the loudmouth hotshot, Kaal took notice of a couple key details. One was the fact that his appearance clearly displayed that he was not of this planet, the next being that akin to his own mindset, he was not in the best of moods currently. Since the chances of him being annoyed because of a freak crash landing incident of his own was quite slim, Kaal wondered exactly what had gotten him all down like a negative Nancy. Although, his lack of actual interaction with another person did make it hard for him to guess at exactly what he could be irritated at. He could tell one thing for sure though- he was looking for something to take his anger out on, and he had planned on it being Kaal. Sadly, the Vangardian warrior wasn't exactly about to take such a thing lying face down in the dirt. A fighter is a fighter, no matter how long it has been since their last bout.
Once finally standing face to face with Leech, a small yet very much amused grin appeared onto his face as he realized he had quite the height advantage on the guy- with him standing at a solid height of six foot five of course. Looking down at him, smile still intact, not exactly welcoming, Kaal asked, "Now, who might you be? You don't exactly look like a person of this planet either, so I assume you aren't Konatsian? Or whatever the denizens of this fine desert planet call themselves."
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Post by hirudinea on Nov 7, 2019 16:09:22 GMT -6
Leech stared at the man as no words came from either of them. He wondered if the men were just going to fight right away. He would not of minded that at all. It would be a good way to past the time but this guy didn't make a move right away. They just stared at eachother. He wondered if this guy was trying to size him up or was planning something else. Leech just keep up the look as the man approached Leech popping his neck to the side. Finally, the man spoke and he was not going to ask him to fight. Leech was quite disappointed but guess he should not have expected anything else.
"Who might I be? Buddy, I should ask you who you are. But fine, I'll tell you. I am not one of those elf losers nor am I from this rock. I am Leech and I'm a pretty bad dude. I and my sister I came here because she had a friend named Ikra here. Apparently she supposes to be a bombshell shadow lady. Of course, I can't go meet her and seduce her since my Sister would hate that. So she told me to wander this stupid rock for six days then come back. Of course, now I ran into you. So tell me, wise guy, who the hell are you and what are you doing out here. You don't get the mohawk to be one of those elf people." Guess he could have a different hairstyle but he was also too tall. He bet this guy was a human. They could be quite tall from what he had seen.
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