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Post by Auber on Apr 7, 2020 13:57:22 GMT -6
East City, one of the cities that suffered a catatrophic loss 3,000 years ago, when warriors from Vegeta made it into rubble, most likely when the Saiyans were still in a more violent state of mind, Auber supposed as he remembered the history he read on arriving here.
Since then, it has been rebuilt as a city where production of foodstuffs is a great boon, although Auber could hardly care about such a matter, he simply kept himself cooped up in West City for far too long, and decided to see what other locations have to bring to the table.
Dressed in his fancy suit and tie, Auber strode along the streets, awfully bored, this was the first time really, perhaps it's because he was lacking in his usual activities since he is exploring another city, but the feeling is there all the same.
He wouldn't let himself get down however, maybe something interesting will occur.
No KP Action
3/3 KP
Power Level: 72,500
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Post by Reno on Apr 8, 2020 14:04:17 GMT -6
Reno had been busy with countless tournaments as of late, the tall ginger going though every major martial arts tournament he could find. His goal to make a name for himself in order to bring in some more students to train or even lure out some of the stronger fighters the world had to offer. He knew they where there as their constant squabbles with each other more often then not could be felt form across the blue orb he called home, their massive amounts of ki making him unwilling to approach one out of the blue. But it was a different story if they approached him, a martial artist with a small win record in some competitions who was trying to bring in students for his school. He had nothing of value and his allegiance for the most part was to no one making him a forgettable fighter, a man that was unlikely to cause problems for anyone. For now he just needed to see if his stunt would bear fruit, a small part of him hoping to not only gain students but a few fighters of at least his caliber to train himself as well.
With the competition over for now Reno now only had to collect some perishables for the dojo and return, the tall red head moving quickly though the streets as he hurried to get the chore done and over with. He hated shopping for two reasons, one it was annoying as all hell to have to move their all the people in the city's and two it always made him want to buy things he had little need for. The majority of his life without all the luxuries that modern technology afforded people made him crave it all, a temptation he knew he should not give into as he eyed the merchandise that he passed by. The monks would be mad if he spent the money poorly and now that he was no longer just watching out for himself he could not afford to splurge, a unfortunate side effect of opening up his own school he guessed. Still he knew he had made the right choice and quickly marched past it all as he made his way to the other side of town to buy food straight form the farmers, a place where it was common to buy in bulk at a much cheaper price then the markets.
For those watching carefully though they would see the martial was being followed, about ten figures of different stature armed with a assortment of weapons just out of his sight. Their weapons were poorly concealed as they followed the man, the eager thugs waiting for a chance to ambush their prey when their was less people around. If one was up to date on the current state of martial arts one would realize many of the were fighters that Reno had crushed in one of the tournaments, the ginger going out of his way to toy with them on Camera. Reno had meant no ill will but had done it to prove just how strong he was compared to normal fighters, a stunt to show just how much he had to offer students coming to his school. However he might as well ruined these fighters careers by doing so, the fighters now out for blood against their tormentor.
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Post by Auber on Apr 10, 2020 7:34:43 GMT -6
It’s no surprise Auber would latch onto the nearest situation as to provide him some entertainment, boredom would do that to anyone.
And latch onto a situation he did, for as he walked along the streets, his senses picked an above average Power Level in these peons’ standards, he eyed a ginger man calmly making his way through the city, blending in with the unimportant masses.
Auber merely hummed in thought, deciding on a course of action, but before he could act on it, he would see the thuggish figures trailing the ginger with as much tact and stealth as a clown in a funeral, in other words, not stealthy at all.
He hummed again, this time in interest, as he suppressed his Power Level down to the masses’ general quantity, and began to trail the thugs himself.
Maybe this day would be fun after all.
No KP Action
PL Suppressed to: 10
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Post by Reno on Apr 17, 2020 12:11:49 GMT -6
Reno was without a doubt aware of them following him, the man not forgetting the face of those he had faced at the tournament with all of their boasting how they would be able to crush the thin swordsmen. Normally Reno would not have allowed himself to be goaded into petty little issues but after the man had screamed at him for a good 5 minutes before the match had even started, the mans large mouth even going so far as to have spit him had caused him to lose his temper. Instead of a quick knockout like he had done with the other fighters Reno had toyed with the man, going as so far as to beat him by slapping him around. Since then the man had been following him almost as if he was a second shadow of his, rather then get in a fight at a hotel or the like he had decided perhaps it was best to take care of this away form prying eyes.
On reaching the dead end he turned back to the way he had came and waited, the mod slowly flooding in after him thinking him trapped, unaware they where the ones being hunted instead. Rather then wait for a drawn out reason why the men were attacking him or a chance for them to say anything really Reno made his move first. Moving quickly across the ground he landed a fist in the gut of the closest thug sending him flying across ally, the brutal force of the blood making him hit the way with a sickening thud before falling back to the ground silent. "Look I already know what you here for so just attack and get this done. Now" he said slightly bored, his voice twisting in anger after they hesitated for a moment as they stared at their broken friend. After a moment of confusion the group finally used one of their two brain cells and rushed him together.
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Post by Auber on Apr 18, 2020 7:41:35 GMT -6
Moving through the city and blending with the general populus was of little issue to Auber, he merely looked like a simple businessman with his outfit, and with his power suppressed, the fighters with the ability to sense his power would be of small issue now.
He followed the thuggish group to their destination, a backalley of sorts? Those were the general locations that fit within the stereotype of thugs, which was proven correct after some time as they reached what appeared to be a dead end in the alleys.
It didn't take long until the ginger fighter proceeded to beat down one of the thugs in a violent but short spout, and Auber didn't interfere, why would he? It was pretty amusing to see the average peon attempt to go against trained warriors such as himself, and the ginger fellow as well.
Either way, Auber would wait until the quick drives were taken care of, courtesy of the ginger, before he would attempt to strike any sort of interaction, they wouldn't want interruptions now, would they?
No KP Action
3/3 KP
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AUBER - "DO I GO LEFT WHERE NOTHING IS RIGHT? OR RIGHT WHERE NOTHING IS LEFT?"
