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Post by Kusari on Aug 31, 2020 7:30:16 GMT -6
Thread PL: 20,000 | Current PL: 40,000/60,000 (x2/x3 Fiery Spirit) | Items: Blood Ruby, Battle Armor, Kili Meter
Well, nobody ever claimed that the runaway lifestyle would be glamorous. Twas almost a romanticized depiction of sorts - her, a rogue worker drone for the cosmic authority slipping away after securing valuable artifacts and now hiding among one of the very failures that authority failed to correct. ...It was entertaining to Kusari, at least, but Fend hadn't seemed the type to enjoy the Ogre's tangents and whimsical storytelling quite as much. Of course, their mission was still just as serious, that hadn't changed no matter how nonchalantly Kusari took the experience in. No matter how fluffed or grand she made the situation sound though... it still kinda sucked. After all, a bombed-out ruin left behind by genocide filled with a poisonous, virulent gas wasn't at the top of her 'places to visit' bucket list. Sitting atop a slightly less crumbled ruin, the Ogre stared out over the vast swathe of Destron and rubble, sighing.
She'd been given a heads-up by the ornery Shinjin about somebody living in the general vicinity of the ruins, and while too many details weren't swapped Kusari had got the general gist of things. Really though even if this used to be your home or something, why live here? It was a miserable, gaseous crag on the face of this planet. Surely some renovation at minimum was in order! Kusari smoothly slid off the rooftop, pushing her mask down as it magically tightened to facial features, blocking out any stray strands of Destron. The very feel of the Jager armor was odd enough its own, nevermind the fact that Kusari was wholly inexperienced with wearing it. Here, in this isolated wasteland, was a perfect place for her to get some practice in moving about with it.
The Oni Mask also had the side benefit of still retaining its full magic, and in this case, that was the ability to seek out and detect signatures of ALL things - if they had one. It was more attuned (and impersonal) than her own sensing abilities. No matter what sort of stranger or wanderer came upon this little hiding hole, she'd know. And so Kusari began her light regime without fear - a simple task of acrobatics and sword swings. Adjustment wasn't terribly complicated, but it WAS terribly important!
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Post by Duran on Aug 31, 2020 12:58:54 GMT -6
Quiet steps echoed through the empty streets of the Tuffle Ruins. Duran silently paced through the broken and crumbled streets with a calm step, eyes slowly traveling to the various rotting buildings that surrounded him. He seemed quiet and calm on the surface, yet inside his mind, countless busy thoughts raged on. For some odd reason, the Ruins were seeing more and more 'intruders' by the day; Unwanted guests that roamed the smoldering remains of the lost civilization for many a reason. Some turned out friendly, and others didn't. Currently not a single encounter had posed a significant, real threat toward the Ruins besides perhaps the Yellow Stargoon, but how long would it take until something did? How long would it take before a vile-intentioned Super Saiyan showed up on these streets?
Duran worked tirelessly to push his own strength further and further, hoping to one day become strong enough so he could even ward off the mighty Super Saiyans. He underwent excruciating training under the most intense gravity possible whenever possible, and took it upon himself to scout out the Ruins in his downtime, on the lookout for more...Uninvited guests.
The Cyborg's artificial eye scanned the surrounding buildings with dull, repetitive beeps. Nothing, so far.
Duran looked toward the horizon, at the countless buildings and crosswalks...He still had a long way to go.
He kept walking for minutes on end finding nothing, the only companion he had being the howling wind as it brushed past his body. It took a long while, but eventually Duran heard something unordinary whizz past his ears. A distant gust of wind, hasty footsteps that echoed on the concrete...- An intruder? Duran immediately turned to face the source, focusing his Scouter eye deeply on where he heard the noise. It calculated a single power level of [40,000]. Duran hummed, not able to recollect any of his allies having a similiar strength; They all exceeded it by a large margin.
Anxiously, Duran traveled toward the source, lifting himself skyward as a faint hue of purple enveloped him.
It only took a few seconds before his guest came into vision on the streets below as a colored speck. Duran didn't hesitate to lower himself down to the ground, landing firmly on the concrete a good distance away from the stranger. ''You people seriously seem to appear out of nowhere.'' He spoke offhandedly as he took a few steps forward. It was only then that he got a good look at his uninvited guest- strangely, she reminded Duran of someone else that had shown up not long ago. Coloured skin, a masked face, a bladed weapon...An eerie resemblance to that Shinjin, Fend. Was it a coincidence? No...It couldn't have been.
''I assume you didn't come here by space pod? I would've been able to tell. Or did you perhaps...Teleport?'' Duran spoke suspiciously, giving off a somewhat ominous vibe. Not that he was doing so intentionally, but a giant, weaponized Cyborg would often come off as ominous.
Duran took another few steps forward, lifting a curious brow as he posed a question.
''You remind me of someone. What brings you here?''
Duran's PL: 63,500 (59.6K Base + 6.6K from Fusing)
Items: Destron Machine, Scouter, Minions+Shell, Gravity
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Post by Kusari on Sept 1, 2020 9:53:05 GMT -6
Kusari sensed it long before she felt it - or to be more accurate, her mask did. While her own senses fell dark and failed to register anything approaching, all was revealed before the Oni's power. A signature, biomechanical in nature was approaching her. One far stronger than she. The Ogre felt it relatively safe to assume that this wandering soul must've been the very same one Fend had encountered not too long ago. While they were technically 'trespassers' on this land... it was a very important spot to take refuge in. While most places in the galaxy ran the risk of discovery, one would be hard-pressed to find anyone amongst these ruins... and even if you did, extracting them without succumbing to the toxic gas was another matter entirely. She'd try to persuade this guy to the best of her ability that these very ruins were a necessity.
"Teleporting? Of course!" With a flash of smoke and astounding speed, Kusari vanished from her spot on the street only to end up on a nearby rooftop... directly behind Duran. "That sort of thing is my specialty, after all. ...Or it will be once I get more practice in." The Ogre pushed her mask up, blinking for a moment and sighing as her lungs were now above the confines of Destron gas. "Hope you don't mind but I wanted to speak face-to-face and that purple stuff isn't exactly pleasant to breathe in." Leaning forward so her elbows rested near her knees, the girl continued: "You're Dur... something, right? I've heard about you, vaguely before." Whatever his reaction, it'd be easy for the android to tell that any intimidation - intentional or not - was failing spectacularly. "If you worried about me breaking shit... uh, well I won't. Pinky promise cross my heart!"
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Post by Duran on Sept 3, 2020 11:15:16 GMT -6
...Well, okay. So there really was another.
Duran always thought teleportation was a nigh-impossible feat of technological marvel. The complications behind completely and instantly changing the location of someone's atoms was something even the Tuffles couldn't truly get a grip on. Turned out he was wrong, and that it was apparently one of the most common things nowadays.
He groaned under his breath, and turned to face his masked guest.
Duran chose to remain silent as they talked, finally removing their mask to reveal that his surprise guest was, in fact, a girl. She didn't seem to have any ill will either, as she addressed Duran with a pleasant and friendly tone. Shaking his head, Duran lifted himself skyward to land on the same roof she perched herself on.
''Not at all. Destron really isn't something you want too much of in your body. You know, if any.'' He spoke calmly, standing near the cracked ledge of the rooftop. He briefly looked over the horizon, mind drifting off for a split second. That is, atleast, until the blue girl spoke of Duran's name. Well, most of it.
His eyes quickly darted to her, betraying a faint sense of anxiety. ''Wait, how do you know my name?'' He quickly asked. Had his identity finally been revealed to the world outside of the Ruins? While this stranger seemed nice and friendly, Duran couldn't help but feel anxious at the mere idea. He really began to hope that his theory of this being one of Fend's acquaintances was correct; It'd atleast soothe his nerves.
''...In any case, I didn't really expect you to break anything.'' Duran explained after a brief sigh to calm himself. ''You don't seem like the malicious type. Unlike most people that come here...''
The Destron Droid sighed again, yet more frustratedly this time around. ''Most that come here are Saiyan Soldiers thinking these Ruins are their own little personal playground to toss their Ki around in.'' Duran let out with an audible scoff, eyes narrowing a little. He turned his sights to the girl, and nodded respectfully.
''It's Duran, by the way. You were close.'' He let out a brief, inward chuckle. ''And you are?''
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Post by Kusari on Sept 6, 2020 11:49:34 GMT -6
"Yellow girl told me," Kusari really had to get better at memorizing names... but in her defense they'd basically only met once. "The uhh... one with the sword and also likes to teleport places. Her teleport is natural, but mine is better! ...Oh right, if you're worried about getting famous or something, you ain't. Unless you count like Frend... Fend? Fend and I. The glorious renegades hiding among the gaseous ruins of past mistakes! Almost poetic, isn't it?" Her head tilted down a bit, soaking in the sight of Destron-filled smog snaking through the streets below, threatening to engulf the girl whole if she left her perch. She'd bet some Shinjin would say that a tragedy like this was 'natural', and the the deaths of everyone in a city like this needed to happen to continue on with the circle of life. There was a difference between natural death and perpetrated genocide...
"'Unlike most?' Do you seriously get a lot of ill-willed visitors this far out in the middle of nowhere? Sheesh." You'd think that such a remote location filled with toxic deadly gas would repel people, not attract them! She was only here because it kept random souls out. Nobody in their right mind would hide in what was essentially a minefield, so that's why she was doing it. Even Ogre squads from Otherworld would hesitate before stepping foot in this place, let alone actually considering it to be a viable hiding spot. "Duran huh? Say, you kinda seem... er... *ahem* Saiyan-like? Not to say you like destroying stuff or anything! Its just the name and hair kinda make it appear like you...? Ah, forget I said anything. My name is Kusari Jager. I guess it'd just be Kusari now, since my family probably officially disavowed me by now."
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Post by Duran on Sept 9, 2020 11:47:59 GMT -6
Yellow girl, sword, liked to teleport...
Oh yeah, it was all coming together. Duran stifled a laugh after it was revealed that this was one of Fend's accomplices. In that case, Duran needn't worry about anything. These were good people, and even if they weren't...Well, they weren't much of a threat. ''I'm familiar with your friend. She showed up a few days earlier; We haven't seen eachother since, but she seemed like a good person.'' Duran nodded to the renegade. Wait, renegade? Why was she a renegade? Questions for later.
Duran hummed out a 'yes' in response to her question. It was quite absurd to think there were still people that actually set foot in this place, but the Saiyan soldiers of Cacumber needed to sate their ridiculous primal urge for destruction and adrenaline. What better place to go vandalizing than abandoned ruins?
''It's absurd, really. Saiyans just can't seem to get their fix for destruction.'' Duran groaned out. ''I urge them to leave and go raze someplace else...But they usually don't welcome my advice.'' Well, Duran didn't really urge them as he did threaten them with evisceration. Saiyans were a stubborn bunch, but even his threats didn't do the job most of tthe time.
The Cyborg watched the blue-skinned renegade fumble over her words for a while as she pointed out Duran's Saiyan-like appearance before finally revealing her own name. Duran chuckled inwardly, before simply nodding in response. ''Kusari. Well, it's a pleasure to meet a friendly face in this hell-hole.'' Duran replied with cynical amusement. There weren't many words that could better describe the Tuffle Ruins. 'Homely' sure as hell wasn't one of them.
''Also, don't worry about it. I know I look like a Saiyan; It's complicated. My entire past is, really.''
Duran fell silent for a bit, clearly mulling over some thoughts. If he had to guess, Kusari also come from Otherworld, just like Fend. What were the chances that they...? Duran sighed, before clearly looking at Kusari.
''Can I ask you something? You're from Otherworld just like Fend, I presume...'' Duran paused for a moment, a twinkle of hesitant, desperate hope in his eye. ''Up there...Did you see anyone named Korla?''
The chances were slim, but Duran would never give up fully. The existence of an Afterlife meant that Duran could never fully lose hope of seeing her again. The Cyborg let out a forlorn sigh, before elaborating.
''She was a close friend. One of the only other survivors....She died on Planet Namek when it was destroyed.''
His sorrowful tone was followed by silence, with only the wind that brushed past whistling in their ears.
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