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Post by Sanbu on Dec 8, 2019 22:56:52 GMT -6
Humble Stroll
Sanbu's PL: 100'000
As did all the days pass Sanbu by so would this one come to leave him equally. Change had become but an idea the Majin knew from memories too old to call his own. To think of such things in a time oh so far past, the individual he might be thinking of was one who similar to he but not quite alike at all. At this point in time Sanbu had come to know a strong desire within him. It was high time to build a capable group of comrades worthy of regard and admiration. But just where might he look for such a thing? Lost in thought the Majin would find him strolling along the length of Mt. Paozu by his lonesome. His gaze landing about on the scenery without any particular devotion to their focus. Nature's complexity grew to be very familiar to Sanbu, he could not bear to know it without some manner of distraction with his person. The Majin would light his pipe as to remedy this problem, hoping to smoke away that which was one of his worst demons. Boredom itself, brother to both time and creativity. "Ah, yes so it seems. The mind wanders and so does the body. My orange complexion has come to leave me."
The man laughed to himself aloud, working up a riot before he stopped outright. Leaning in for his pipe before he stopped just short, on the border of indecision's many limits. "I suppose this new coloration of mine is a permanent thing. Strange how consuming the right kind of, or perhaps the wrong kind of a thing can lead to such great change. I have truly become that which I was not, and so quickly might I add.. What a most unsettling feelings, need I embrace it or run away from it? It is power but not something worthy of being proud of, not yet at least." Sanbu would return to his instrument, making use of it before continuing his jaunt upon the mountain. Lush as flora and fauna teemed in every nook and cranny nearby. There was not a place where some manner of vegetation could not be visible, harshly contrasting with his maroon skin. Set out on a jagged and unpredictable path, the Majin grew every curious to see where his trail might lead him. The Southern Tropics knew their own sense of normality and while Sanbu had his own, he considered it important to learn more. One could never know too much when knowledge was little enough in the grand scheme of things.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2019 16:30:05 GMT -6
"Why are we here again?" Chard mumbled aloud, eyes scanning the rows and rows of densely packed trees, brambles, and bushes that he had been trudging through. To get a break from all the fighting we've been doing, mostly. And I know that out here you're unlikely to 'accidentally' stumbled across someone in the mood to spar. Plus it's rather nice, don't you think? Few other capital planets have fauna and flora quite like Earth, you know. Perhaps, but the endless amount of green bristles, leaves, and rocks didn't really spark his awe all that much. He supposed it wasn't terrible, but speaking to people and training were just like, his favorite things to do. Probably because he was a Saiyan, but fitting a stereotype didn't make the activities any less enjoyable.
Stopping, Chard turned his head to the right and narrowed his eyes in concentration. ...No. No, no! Even if there is someone out there, leave them alone. We aren't getting into another tussle right now just because you want to. Normally he'd be inclined to listen fully to his partner, but this case was an exception. "I won't fight." He said dismissively. "I just want to chat with them." Sensing disbelief, Chard awaited Prione's next words. ...How strong are they? The long pause was all the answer the Tuffle needed to confirm his suspicions. Chard, damnit. Don't try to purposefully provoke him into attacking you so you can get a fight without 'purposefully causing it'.
"It's fine." Chard insisted, brushing off Prione's concerns. Lately that seemed to be a re-occurring theme in which the Tuffle's advice or warnings went unheeded and the Saiyan blundered into whatever hijinks ensued after. Prione didn't necessarily believe that Chard should have to listen to him, but the sudden swing from wanting his advice to more often than not dismissing it had been a sudden one that he could not deduce the cause of. Fine. Just... don't get in trouble, alright? One of these days you'll run into someone far stronger than you that isn't in the mood to play games and blasts you straight to the next star system.
And with that, he begun to approach the distant Power Level.
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Post by Sanbu on Dec 15, 2019 0:27:49 GMT -6
Sanbu's PL: 100'000
Without warning, signal or even slight suspicion to the circumstances would a most unusual predicament present itself. Sanbu walked not with a blind eye but certainly there still remained things not accessible to his vision. The forests he walked through were a wicked kind. It shrubbery winding and convoluted as veins so often tended to be, much like those coursed through his very body. Over these past few days it grew harder to know what to expect out of the forest, or life for that matter. With every step taken it seemed like no real distance was made given the chaotic nature of the grounds he walked upon. There was no up or down, left or right or even, nature simply did not obey such rules. Truth, or better yet clarity was something much too difficult to realize. The situation at hand was only getting more complicated and Sanbu struggled to deal with all the thoughts that was in his mind. Solitude gave one ample time to think but thoughts were all that he ever had and such company was one he hoped to be without soon enough. "Oh?" The Majin's head turned back to look at the source of the power-level he was sensing, it was a reasonable one. Something any person could be proud of given the level of proficiency it probably took to get at that point. Shock lay heavy upon Sanbu's countenance as he came to process the sight which had approached him so rapidly. It was a man of some humanoid variety, the likes of which he quickly assessed as Saiyan given both the man's attire and tail. The more he met with Saiyans the more obvious did it become that they all appeared to have some dressing habits, at least among the stronger few. While he could not yet come to any drastic conclusions the man still had his suspicions regardless. To wear such a uniform usually meant only so many things, to his misfortune it was usually nothing good at all. For the time being Sanbu let his preconceived notions come to pass, it did him more harm than help and he understood that much. The years had been kind to him, at least to that extent.
Casually and cautiously would Sanbu wave the stranger's way. Proper courtesy was a skill that the man hoped to properly hone and make use of in more environments. He had come to find it a shame of highest caliber to know various abilities but never put them to use. In his eyes the target ought not have them at all if things came to that point, it truly did no one any service. The acknowledgement and capable application of one's talents, he felt it much too important of a thing to respect. The Majin hoped to display and prove the worthiness of such prowess through this dialogue and so here, he would make his stand. In the midst of such an attempt already, haphazard as it might have been. Sanbu lowered his head for a few moments before raising it back nigh instantly as a smile arose on his face. "My my, it seems this place isn't as lonely as I once thought it was. I suppose this forest is like that however, things never know true permanence here. But enough of that, I've almost lost my manners. The name is Sanbu of the clan Kapsa, what might yours be?"
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