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Post by Melody on Dec 1, 2019 0:27:08 GMT -8
The smell of sake filled a gambling dice hall, known as The Rooster, people were placing bets on odd or even numbers of the dice being rolled at different low tables with built in tatami mat seating. It was relatively loud between the joyous wins and groaning loses of a typical daily routine in Oolong City. In the back room of the hall, Melody sat at a low table wearing a yellow marigold yukata, sitting over a floor cushion, as she went through a list of names on an unrolled scroll of paper, cross marking all of them with a red pencil whenever her assistant who was wearing a sigil on his face nodded in disapproval. The names were pulled from the audio recording of a particular bar that took place during an explosion of a penthouse apartment based on the conversations people were having that listed: Raijin the Thunder God, Lottus, Zukkah, and Romanus. Portobello was chanting strange words under his breath, speaking to the divine spirits to summon forth the perpetrator behind the murder of an Oolong descendant. While it mattered very little to the Duchess personally, she still had appearances to keep with Grand Duke Oolong, as she was nowhere nearly as financially formidable in the same way he ruled over his dominion. If anything was noteworthy of the untimely demise of an heir apparent, was how grateful she felt about not marrying a Pig to achieve her goals, and she had Cress by her side who was still being entertained by her; it was complicated at the moment, as they barely caught a break to smooth things over between them. Once the name Romanus was spoken by Melody from the list, the lights in the room dimmed, she could feel a chill in the back of neck, and her green hair almost began to stand up from the forces of the spirits beyond. It actually worked and she hardly believed in what Portobello was capable of utilizing his witch craft. Once the spell was set in place, a red piece of square origami paper spun out of an open ceiling hatch to summon this Romanus that had upset the Pig Demon Duchies. The paper flew in the air with ease flying between buildings until it reached the outskirts of the city to a nearby stream that connected to Babba Yaga’s dark forest domain to south. It appeared that Romanus was not alone and was about to face off with Zukkah in a brawl, the red paper folded up into triangles to form a mouth, transmitting a voice. “This message is for Romanus. I am Duchess Melody of the Pig Demon Duchies. I hereby summon you to the Rooster Gambling Hall to answer upon the murder of an Oolong descendant. You better come quickly before the rest of Duchies discover who you are, as they may not show mercy on your soul. You think you’re slick. I am slicker, so you better start running over here, before I come out to find you.”The red paper burst into red confetti with the power equal to her own, which was left exposed for Romanus to read easily, if he searched for the same signature as the paper when she relayed her message. Melody had more to say but she needed to wait patiently, whoever this person was had the balls to challenge the Duchies, and that made things matters a bit interesting. While she was lethal with a blade simply killing people was not the answer in claiming dominion over the Western Lands. A lesson she had been trying to teach her vassal as economy ruled the world at present. Zeni could buy anything, people could not live without it, and if it could solve this little problem then she can move on to greater matters at hand. The truth was, she hated being in the city, it was crowded, it smelled awful, and she had to wear high end clothing to make her mark among the watchful eyes of commoners. Once this matter with Romanus was settled she planned to return to the Southern Islands. Will O Wisp had placed an order of healing mushrooms for the sick students at Kame House Academy island, which she sent ahead of her return by using ZipDeliveries via drone, and she was not going to pass up cuddling her favorite tiny cat for the world, especially not over a saiyan street thug. [741] Romanus Zukkah @null
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2019 9:10:08 GMT -8
"Look, pal, tell me what I wanna know and you can get back to your silly games."
"P-Put me down this instant, or else!"
"Or else? Or else what?"
Cress arched an eyebrow at the man dangling from his grasp. He had grabbed the man by the scruff of his suit jacket and now held him aloft with a single arm as the poor bastard struggled and kicked at the air to free himself to no avail.
"You think you're somethin' special? I've spent a lot of time with actual Dukes and a beautiful yet whiny Duchess. You're not foolin' anybody. Look at ya: your suit's all rumpled and at least three sizes too big for you, the feather in your fedora is facing the wrong way, and here's the icing on the cake—I'd have been attacked by your vassal... if ya had one."
Cress drew him closer, a lit cigarette dangling from his lips. For a brief moment his dark eyes turned completely black—his Demon energy seeping through.
"So cut the crap before you actually piss me off. Answer the goddamn question: do you know who killed Oolong's descendant or not?"
The man stopped flailing and hung his head in shame. His ruse was over, and the gig was up. He shook his head, and Cress determined he was telling the truth. Just some wannabe punk gangster with no real ties to the criminal underworld.
"Figures. Alright, buddy. We're square."
Cress removed his cigarette from his lips and ground it out inside of the man's half finished Scotch. He snatched the lit cigar from between the man's chubby fingers and chomped on it—literally ate the whole damn thing before dropping the man and stalking off toward the rear of the gambling den. Sometimes he ate weird shit... all part of the strange heritage he still knew very little about.
A icy chill rent the air in two and sent a shudder up Cress's spine. His breath hitched in his throat as he paused, eyes widening as he glanced around at the flickering lights.
"...the hell was that?"
It wasn't pure spirit energy, nor was it purely magic. It was something that transcended both, and nothing he could understand at this moment. He continued snaking his way past the various craps and poker tables, weaving in and out of servants dressed in snazzy vests carrying trays and showgirls twirling in lavish plumage as he approached Melody and Portobello at their private booth.
"You guys up to that weird, spooky shit over here?" He asked, finally swallowing the thick hunk of cigar and smacking his lips. "I guess that means ya figured out the bastard who killed that pig demon. Lemme guess—you wanna be all diplomatic about it, right? Just let me snap the punk's neck and be done with it."
He sat heavily beside Melody with a huff of annoyance. Cress never thought he'd grow tired of Oolong City, but his days of revelry, boozing, and whoring had officially been sworn off. Melody had decimated his no-limit credit card, so anything he got at this point had to come with her permission. Portobello had such a card, but the little bastard was loyal to the duchess and wouldn't risk her ire to give it to Cress.
The little punk.
"If this guy's willin' to kill one of Oolong's, he's got some balls. I doubt your little 'talking to' is gonna persuade him. I'm just sayin'... why waste our time with this fool? Let's kill him and be done with this place. My tobacco crops need to be inspected, and the guy I left in charge is dumb as shit."
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Post by Koma on Dec 1, 2019 23:37:32 GMT -8
LAST TIME ON DRAGON BALL BROKEN DESTINYEvery missing man and boy from the village of Mangel-Wurzel was safely rescued from the abandoned ranch that the Willow Tigers had taken over, and while the operation took several hours, they soon were in their homes no real worse for the wear aside from minor fears and feeling the need to hire a real martial artist to defend them. While they offered Koma the abandoned ranch, one of the nearby rancher's trucks, and a job as the Sheriff of Mangel-Wurzel if he was willing to hang around and make sure nothing like that happened again, the wildly up-kept black haired half-Saiyan declined their offer. He did take the money which they offered him, though- but that was about it, and he waited patiently in the town's diner as his clothes dried in the laundromat and the chef and waitress of the establishment fed him foods which were in his eyes fit for an arch-duke and not just small portions of them. All he could reasonably eat as the Junkyard Owner who had originally hired him gathered her Zeni or whatever it was she was planning to pay him with. As he waited, a delivery truck or perhaps a bus, drove down the dirt and gravel road that made the main thoroughfare of the central lands village which he had been resting in when he had been hired to save their men and boys from the likes of a group of five saber-tooth cat women who wanted to take the village's youthful men as a harem for their own use. That group of wanna be gangsters were now if they were wise, heading for territory east of the continental divide. As Koma stuffed his face with roasted beef, mashed potatoes, carrots, onions, and garlic bread, he did not bother to look up as the bus stopped and someone or something got out of it. He couldn't actually see who exited it, but the package delivery bus continued to idle outside while he ate. After his thirteenth plate of food, the door of the diner opened, and the still bare chested half-Saiyan Samurai barely looked up at the door when it jingled from the door chimes that hung near the top of the door frame. When no one was visible, the slate gray eyed samurai went back to eating his food, despite the chill air that lingered against his bared and in many places scarred or burned, skin. The workers of the diner could deal with the guest, if the wind hadn't just blown open. As he tucked into the pile of mashed potatoes on his plate, he almost forgot entirely about the van. Then he felt a tug on his leg, followed by another, and another, and another. Thinking he was sitting weird on the bar stool at the counter of the diner, he swung his right leg out from its place near him thinking it would fix the tightness of the cloth, but instead he found himself being shouted at. “You damned Barbarian! You almost hit me! And to think that Master Ma-Te left my contract to you in his will!” came a monotone voice from behind him. A somewhat familiar voice, especially when it came down to the fact that he had heard Ma-Te's name. He dropped his fork from his left hand before placing it on the bar and using it to spin around, once again almost hitting the figure which was behind him as he looked in the air behind him. Where were they, exactly? He thought to himself, before hearing the voice yet again. “Are you really that much of an idiot, moron? Ma-Te thought a lot of you and to think you can't even remember his faithful assistant and maid!” This time Koma followed the monotone little voice and learned forward in his seat to look towards the ground. It was there, near the floor itself, was an eight and a half inch tall fairy with purple hair in pig tails, with golden bells tied around her pig tails, and a pristine white and red kimono with a huge red ribbon. Tiny white slipper like shoes topped the ensemble off, and her face was utterly serious as he looked at her. Under one arm was a huge envelope- or at least huge when it was compared to herself, and in the other, an even larger compared to her own size, samurai style sword- a katana of exceptional make. “I have followed you, Koma, son of Swing, formerly of the Samurai Clan known as the Bear Clan, for several days. The Oolong Dynasty paid several figures considerable funds for information on possible sightings of you, because they have a very particular need to converse with you and hire you for a job, as well as to tell you of important information. Given the fact that you are a ronin, and a so-called outlaw with no less than Seven Clans having bounties on your head, it was not an easy thing to do. But as Master Ma-Te always said,” she stopped her statement to air quote, “ 'where there's good money there's is always someone willing to turn over information they've kept close to their chest'. So, it was not that hard to find information from would-be bounty hunters who had nothing to show from their encounters with you other than broken bones and bodies, and small amounts of information on which way they saw you going last.” The Grand Duke's dynasty himself? Koma did not pick up the pass tense nature of Plum's statement about Ma-Te, but none the less obliged her as she tried to push the envelope into his hand. He reached with his off hand- his right, to wipe his face with a napkin from the diner. It was the first time that he had actually done so in a long time, but a Samurai had appearances to keep up, after all. Even one wearing patch-work puffy pants and worn shoes, with the rest of his self-patched clothing in the local laundromat's driers. Without a word, he use the butter knife from the utensil set to open the roaring boar seal of the Oolong Dynasty- the Grand Duke's official seal in its forest green colored wax, and then put the butter knife back in its proper place before opening the envelop and beginning to read it. He was silent for several minutes as he read it, and did not show any visible emotion as he read the letter, at least not at first. A single tear rolled down his ear mid-way through reading it, and when it was done his face was reddened with anger. He was not the type to write complex poetry or haikus, that was the type of stuff that landed Samurai did, but he could read quite well, and comprehend even better. The Monks of the Three Caves Village's Monastery made sure of that in the boy's earliest days, before they would even teach him and the others about the secrets of spiritual energy manipulation. Despite that, when Koma of the Bear Clan was actually among his friends or those who he knew, such as the fairy who had been contracted by Ma-Te years before to be an accountant, maid, and messenger, but he was at a loss for words now. He had been too late to right things between he and Ma-Te, to tell him personally about the death of their friends at the hand of that treacherous Kuma, who's name had not even been that in the first place, that plant from the Saber Cat Clan of Samurai. He had been too late to go karaoking with Ma-Te or carousing or drinking. Even been too late to take the pigman up on the offer to go on a tour of the best brothels in Oolong City. Some bastard had killed his friend, cut yet another line of connection which Koma had to the world. His father, his mother, his clan, his friend Ma-Te. Each of them had died at the hands of someone else deliberately trying to slay them, and this would not stand. “So if I read that right, Grand Dukes Oolong and Yajirobe have given me a pardon from the crimes I was wrongly accused of, and Grand Duke Oolong and his Clan have explicitly sent you here to find me, deliver this letter, and ensure that I come into their employ for the moment as a private investigator and adjudicator on the matter, given authority by the Grand Dukes together to find the murderer of Ma-te, Son of Matcha, Ma-Te, Grandson of Oolong – and when I find him, deal with him as I see fit, with that counting as the judgment of the Grand Dukes on the matter.” “You are correct, Koma, Son of Swing. That is what I have been sent to deliver, along with the remainder of the letter's contents. Ma-Te explicitly left instructions within his will that the exclusive five hundred year contract for the employment of the fairy, known as, Daifuku Plum Shortbread, would pass to you on the event of his death. Further, the sword which you so admired of his, made of Katchin and Steel Alloy by the great Smith known as Son Goten, would pass to you in ownership.” That made the half-Saiyan sigh, even if he had not already been out for blood for the death of one of his few remaining friends, he was definitely going to be out for blood now. “The Oolong Dynasty has further hired an armor smith and other skilled artisans to provide you with several articles which would be necessary for your appearance within the Capital City as an agent of the Grand Dukes. The bus which waits outside is set to relay us back to Oolong City whenever you are ready.” “Riding a bus isn't really my style. Get the trunk that stuff they sent, Shortbread, and then I will figure out how we are getting there in the morning.” He finished his food before heading out to help get the trunk when he noticed the tiny fairy struggled with the trunk, and it was then that the distinct roaring, howling rumble of a motorcycle could be heard rolling down the dirt and gravel road of the village. Then the Junk Yard's Owner got off of the motorcycle, followed by her husband in a truck, and grinned to Koma before tossing him the keys. “Well, I thought about it and Zeni ain't really going to help you out, walking around like you do. I had this first edition Wolf Fang Chopper sitting in the yard, left there by somebody who wanted to eventually put some work in on it but never actually showed back up, and given the laws of storage, it's mine now. Or rather, it's your's should you want it as thanks for helping save my man and my boys.” “That's the kind of stuff that's crazy expensive to even look at... are you sure you aren't over paying me for that job?” “I'm sure. My family's priceless to me, and you saved them, Mister Koma. So it's the least I could do.” The Samurai pocketed the keys into one of his pocket patches before shouldering the trunk of goodies from Oolong City and headed back into the diner to finish his food and look over everything. As he unfolded the white woolen long johns from the trunk, he found a heavy cotton kimono which was the most fitting color of all for Koma. Deep, dark, mud colored brow. It was a plain kimono aside from that and a roaring silver-white bear's head within an orange spinning top on its back. A play on the roaring bear mon of the now extinct Bear Clan of Samurai, remixed. A simple orange and silver-white sash to tie the Kimono up using. Matching colored brown socks and traveling boots completed the outfit, and without a word Koma stacked them on the trunk and finished up his meal before disappearing into the diner's bathroom for men and changing into his new clothes. Despite having new clothes, when his jacket and shirt were cleaned, he folded them up carefully alongside his puffy pants, and socks before putting the entire outfit carefully into the trunk. Then he headed to the local inn to sleep until the next day, carrying the trunk on one shoulder and Shortbread on the other. When the morning came and they finished breakfast, the were on the road, speeding down it in Koma's new heavyweight cruising motorcycle, Shortbread clinging as tightly as she could to his shoulder as they sped down the road. They would stop several more times on the way, but after half of a week and Koma finally bothering to put the Katchin chain-mail on between the Long Johns and the Kimono they arrived in the bright lights, big city of Oolong's domain. Not bothering to even find a place to stay or reporting in, Koma of the Bear Clan headed towards the first place he could think of for information which Ma-Te and he had frequented back in the olden days. The baby-faced thirty year old Samurai stopped the motorcycle outside of the Rooster Gambling Hall. He had even shaved the night before, at his stop at the Three Piglets Inn on the edge of the city, and went further than that to make sure to sharpen the sword which Ma-Te had left to him within his will. With his hair well-groomed, his face shaved, and his entire attitude morose, many might not have even realized that it was Koma, the only thing of the old Koma clearly visible being the thick, bushy black eyebrows which he possessed. With the Orange Scabbard having, orange wrap having katchin katana he was carrying, the fancy samurai clothes he was wearing, and his clean shaven face and cut and groomed hair, he looked likely more like an aristocratic samurai who was slumming it on the gambling hall rather than the vagabond that he was. “Shortbread, let's go in. Try not to order anything too expensive, even if it's on the Grand Duke's tab.” “I really wish you'd stop calling me by that, Master Koma. My given name, and the proper name for anyone to call me by, is Daifuku. I prefer Plum, as that is what Master Ma-Te called me, but definitely not Shortbread. The only person to ever call me that was you, and only when you and Ma-Te were hammered and demanding more Sake.” “I'll consider it.” he said, before walking into the gambling establishment with a swagger which matched that of an over-confident, overly rich rural samurai. [2466] Melody @null Zukkah Romanus Will O. Wisp
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Post by Romanus on Dec 2, 2019 16:25:39 GMT -8
Eat you like a Porker (Part 1)"I was just a Saiyan thug, but now I take the path of our ancestors, the path of the Saiyan Warrior. Now I become death, ravager of worlds!"Episode Details:
Episode 08: Eat you like a Porker Personal Saga: Saiyan Warrior Rising Locations: Oolong City. Characters: Romanus (PC), Olive NPC.
Next Episode: ---> WIP Last Episode: <--- WIP
Romanus was on the phone with Olive Marjhan's messenger telling her he was about to go to Rooster Gambling Hall to take are of this problem, (Romanus) "Yeah so? I killed that pigman back when I was still working for the Avado Clan, now I am being called to meet with these fuckers at some gambling hall today, its either a set up or these people are amateurs. Its an easy thing to take care of" Romanus said. (NPC: Olive) "Romanus don't do anything crazy, all I need is for you to make unnecessary enemies! Let me talk to them! Don't do anything tell I get there! Have you talked to Zukkah and Lottus about this?" She asked yelling into the phone as the Saiyan's blood started to boil still confused at how anybody had found out as he stood frozen in an alleyway in Oolong City. "Romanus? Are you there?" She said into his cell phone. "I don't need your help and Zukkah is probably the damned reason they even found out about that hit job, some stupid thunder god girl (Raijin) must have got the information out of that idiot at the bar. I am going to find that thunder tits girl and kill her too Zukkah is way to trusting of human girls!" Romanus shouted becoming more angry. "Thunder tits? What are you talk...." Romanus hung up his cell phone cutting her off before he really gave her a piece of his mind. Between Marjhan and Olive he was getting really sick and tired of these two Saiyan woman bossing him around, when he got strong enough he would put them both in their place or else! That's the way it should work like the old days from the Saiyan Warrior lore of old. Whether Olive was able to contact Zukkah and Lotus in time was unknown, but if Rom's allies had cell phone their messages would be blown up by an angry Olive trying to get them to do something and track him down by his familiar power signature in a sea of weaklings. "I am sick of this shit, lets do this..." Rom said stuffing his phone into his trench coat pocket and as she started walking down the street he grabbed his pack of cigarettes and with his right index finger burning hot red lite his smoke and then snapped his wrist causing the flame to do out as ki sparks danced through the air. "Okay let see..." Romanus looked at his phone's GPS and saw exactly where the Rooster Gambling Hall was and found an adjacent building still under constuction that was taller and commanded the high ground great for a shooting spot. The Saiyan warrior walked down the alleyway and then down the street heading to the construction site, "don't worry you don't need to come looking for me so sit tight in that gambling hall, lets see how slick you really are then mystery girl...." Romanus thought to himself still a little troubled by the voice, he could tell it was some female, MORE ANNOYING WOMEN! He had about all he could take, not only was he in a foul mood, but his Saiyan blood was instigating him to act and stamp this trouble out in Rom Saiyan gangster fashion. Word Count: 696 Total Word Count: 696 Writers Comments:
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Post by Melody on Dec 3, 2019 0:58:51 GMT -8
The chill in the air still made her pulse quiver at the unknown, the spiritual energy eventually released her soul, and to Melody’s misfortune there was a price to pay for searching the beyond for answers. A black translucent orb hovered over her head and she followed it around until she noticed that Portobello had several dancing around his head snickering about. “What is this?” She stared at her assistant who completed the ritual to grant her the ability to narrow down Romanus. “ A curse and a blessing.” Portobello answered simply, “Now that a spirit is following you, the knowledge lost from beyond the grave will be whispered in your ear, and you will be able to ask anything you desire in a language that is only knowledgeable to you.”“Whaat,” Melody was shocked at the repercussions but she calmed down almost immediately when she figured out that all these times she asked him to perform this ritual invoked the curse on himself. Based on the number of spirits that were not visible to her until one presented itself as a spiritual pact, it was a clear indication of the folly in meddling in the cryptic. It must be difficult to hear the whisperings of the former living beings everyday as Portobello practiced his witch craft. While she might have been full of regret for indulging in such exploits she secretly vowed not to mess with the dark arts again. The Duchess’ violet eyes darted over to Cress who walked through the hall to join them, he was not much of a negotiator, but it was a learning experience for him to find information in the city when it was necessary. He spoke with his mouth full, smacking his lips at something she could not make out, the strong smell made her think it was chewing tobacco. While he constantly smoked, most of the component materials are grown in nature, and being a saiyan demon hybrid allowed him the luxury of not being affected by his addiction in the same way a human would. It was presumed that his investigation was empty handed, the city had millions of people, and there was not enough time to waste if the Duchies were all conducting their own investigations. “Trust me, I don’t really care about solving the problems of the Grand Dukes, but I am not in a position to complain, once I can take care of this matter then I can win their favor and be one step closer in taking their place. I want to go home just as much as you Cress...” Melody blushed for a second until she was whispered something directly in her ear by the orb she inherited with an awed expression. It told her not to look at the entrance and to divert her attention to the rear exit instead to find who she was looking for. In a trance she followed the advice that was given, otherwise she would have immediately discovered the pathwork rounin that rendered her unconscious in the middle of the southern land desert arrive at the hall, and she rose up to leave taking out of her obi a large fabric hand held fan to hide her face. The rear exit door led to the alley way and a building that was still under construction to find a man standing there, she stared at him with a bewildered look until the orb near her ear explained more details, and she smiled. “So you’re the pig killer and you chose not to use the front entrance after I sent you a personal invitation. What a shame. I half expected you to be abrasive and forthcoming, yet I find you back here in a dark alleyway, with no one else around except the two of us. So do you care to listen to what a Duchess among the Pig Demon Duchies has to say?” Melody spoke with a deep conviction, “I can begin by telling you that killing Ma-Te is one less heir I have to deal with when I take over the western lands. Since you did me a favor, I offer you refuge outside the city limits, and spare your life. You only have two options: fight every capable fighter in the Duchies or leave. There is no coming back to the city after this. Follow the strong or become the prey.” [722] [1,463] @null Zukkah Romanus Will O. Wisp Koma
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Post by Will O. Wisp on Dec 3, 2019 12:27:16 GMT -8
It's a shame of all of the places this one had to be the one closest to his birthplace. The gambling parlors is one thing, but Will is having trouble finding a hotel that doesn't have waitresses dressed in revealing bunny outfits or "sexy" maid outfits. He missed when people called him a cutie and didn't offer to flash their breasts at him for a price. You would think someone as small and cute as Will would be free from ever having been looked at in that way. But apparently a lot of people in this city are more depraved degenerates then he realized. He is just extremely grateful that Melody never turned out like most of these people, wait a second, Melody. He can feel her presence here nearby. Perhaps he can ask her for a place he could stay at that isn't also a brothel. Maybe if she is feeling generous she could let him stay at her place. It would be nice to live with an acquaintance while visiting family. He follows the trail and finds himself at a gambling parlor, he is not one to judge why Melody came here but he does hope she isn't wasting away her money in an attempt to make anymore. He walks in and now there are ladies in revealing chicken costumes. Now he realizes why exactly it's called the Rooster besides the childish euphemism. While on the way walking to Melody he notices a clean-shaven young man in orange with a scabbard with part of the sword shows. The sword seemed to be of very high quality. "That is quite an impressive sword my young man, I take it from your outfit, your posture, and your well crafted katana that you are a noble samurai. My name is Will O. Wisp, I am with the Turtle School. I am here to visit some nearby family, and I believe a friend of mine is here. You wouldn't happen to know a Melody would you?" Will asked. After listening to the boy speak he then felt a strange chilly presence around Melody, some kind of otherworldy presence he never felt before. Along with a person near her with several others that he has never sensed before. This is peculiar, he never felt anything like this. Is she in trouble? He hates to leave this boy hanging but she might need his help. "I am sorry but it seems something has come up I have to go now, we can talk later if you so wish," Will said. He then follows Melody's presence and sees her going out the back door, he recognizes her not just from sensing her aura but her green hair from the black, he also noticed a strange black sphere following her. That's worrying, he then walks towards the door and stops and listens in to what they are talking about, luckily since he only releases his power level when he has to fight she should not notice him. It seems she is confronting someone who killed a someone who was an heir to the Pig Demon Duchies throne. Also seeing a new side of her as she seems to be casually okay with the death of this person seeing it as a benefit and offering them to get off the hook and live outside the city. Yes he knew she cares a lot about money but he didn't know there was a dark side to her, perhaps it is best he does not get involved in any of this, perhaps he can just camp in the wilderness in the Sacred Land of Korin instead and just get out of the city while he still can.
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Post by Rik on Dec 3, 2019 13:59:50 GMT -8
In the slums of Oolong City, in a beat up 4 story brick building, an android sat and looked out into the rain from his apartment. The apartment was nothing much to write home about; the carpet was ratty red shag carpet except in the bathroom where there was chipped tile. There was a sagging bed and a surprisingly comfortable couch in the single room of the "efficiency" apartment. There was a television as well, but he rarely bothered to turn it on. If he wanted something he could generally entertain himself researching things on his HUD. The torrential rain had persisted all day; a day of waste and waiting. He sat on the window bench in his small apartment and honed his sword edge into a deadly angle and then picked up his cleaning rag and began polishing the blade. He sighed in boredom; usually maintaining his weapons provided a chance to meditate and passed time while he considered things in his new life. Today, it was just not working for him. He quickly finished and slid the sword back in his scabbard and leaned back against the wall, staring idly out the window at the rain drenched streets of the city. The late afternoon was almost as dark as dusk and the neon lights of the city snapped on. Their soft glow was muted by the rain in the air but still colored the puddles and running water with their pastel hues. He accessed his hud and idly searched for things to do. Something called mini-golf, karaoke, casinos... there. Gambling for a bit sounded potentially diverting. Maybe they had new games to learn, it could be interesting. It was decided, he was going to do it get out and enjoy the company of people for a while. He had enough cash now to be able to gamble a little. After all, he might win big at the tables and get lucky. He brightened a bit and pulled his makeshift shirt and cloak on, then strapped his sword into place. Dens where men gambled often times seemed to descend into violence and he figured it was best to be prepared. He head out into the streets and let his feet take him where they would until he found a seedy little place with the sounds of men winning and losing zenni pouring forth to join the sounds of the rain slamming into the concrete. Riku walked into the Rooster. Riku sat in the corner of the gambling hall, playing low stakes pai-gow that he was barely paying attention to. Something in his gut told him that there were events in motion tonight. Something stirring at the surface peace of the hall with sticky fingers of discord. He called out in a low voice, "Pai-Gow." and collected his winnings. He tossed back the last of his sake and stood, looking around the room for anything to catch his interest or out of place. He saw another samurai stride into the hall and watched him intently to see why he was here. He started moving closer to introduce himself but right before he introduced himself a cat beast-kin strode in like he was on a mission and introduced himself as Will O. Wisp before talking about some Melody and storming off. He looked to the other samurai and gave him a respectful bow, "Greetings. I am Riku Masumura, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. So to cut to the chase... That beast-kin, Will seems quite... odd. Is he looking for a musician, or a song? I am looking for something interesting to do... maybe I shall follow him and see for myself." He watched the cat named Will with interest, tracking his movements. He planned to follow after him and see what he was up to.
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Post by Koma on Dec 3, 2019 17:15:52 GMT -8
As Koma sauntered up to the bar of the Rooster Gambling Hall, he was silent despite his jovial expression, and Daifuku Plum Sweetbread's own rather dour expression. He provided no explanation, but fought against allowing the happy memories of his past carousing with Ma-Te to be ruined by the fact that the Pigman who he had made such fast friends with was dead. When he reached the bar, the half-Saiyan Samurai put in a simple order, a Professor Pepper brand Spicy Cherry Soda, and further gave a nod to the bartender before saying, “I'd also like you to pass along to Cinnamon Queen that I'd like to meet her in Ma-Te's normal meeting place.” given the fact that was not strictly allowed, but people did not really tell no to the grandson of Oolong, Koma didn't bother to waste time, putting a stack of Zeni Bills from the amount he had been provided, with it's different colored denominations, on the counter before covertly flipping the badge of official office which he had for this, the snarling boar's sigil of the Grand Dukes stamped on a fine linen paper wrapped in the finest leather, with silver pins holding the paper in place on the leather folding book which functioned as a badge.
The bartender made a face, her frown not hidden, before almost saying “But Ma-Te is dead” before recognizing Koma's baby face and realizing that the half-Saiyan Samurai was not here for fun, and was definitely here to ask questions of the favorite waitress of Ma-Te in the Gambling Hall. As he waited, the half-Saiyan sipped his drink and Sweetbread sipped her own much tinier can as she remained on his shoulder. Before he could relax though, he smelled a too familiar smell, mixed with an unfamiliar smell.
The somewhat familiar even now, earthy smell of mushrooms and truffles along with fresh meadow, and the faint tint of sulfuric musk, which threw him off. Out of habit from his long days as an outlaw, the son of Swing was not hesitant at all in his glances around the gambling hall, though making them covert as he could. That woman in a marigold yellow yukata? She had green hair of the same tint as the girl from Orchestra Village who thought she was some sort of noblewoman and could just steal his food. The same woman who he had knocked the tooth out of in the ensuing fight, and who he had the tooth of still in his pocket for the next time he saw that woman. It made him unwilling to just sit here, he was on business of the most important kind, and as such had no interest in destroying a gambling hall with a fight once again, especially given that now he had a sword of his own upon his person.
He hammered the rest of the can of Professor Pepper down before standing up to go and finding himself almost running into a catman. Before Koma could even considere speaking, the Catman was on his way elsewhere and had mentioned the name which Koma was quite sure happened to be toothless' real name, given her reaction towards his joke after finding out she was from Orchestra Village. The slate gray eyed half-Saiyan did not even pick up the words of the android Samurai on his way out, at least initially.
He headed to Ma-Te's favorite meeting spot with Ma-Te's favorite waitress, behind the gambling hall itself, and so he went, squatting behind a trash can until he saw her. Someone else might have smoked while they did it, but Koma wasn't a fan of weakening his flesh with such vices, and the fact was he only really even drank when it came to social drinking. As instructed, his contracted fairy account-maid-secretary slipped into his kimono and sat within a chest pocket of the white long johns worn under the kimono, turning on a tool that Koma had made sure to pick up for their purposes of investigation. A pen sized voice recorder, which she turned on for purposes of Koma's interview with Cinnamon Queen when the kimono wearing gambling hall waitress made her way out to finally meet him.
In the mean time, he focused on keeping his senses sharp and his spiritual energy sensing sharper. The reports which he had read from the Oolong City Police Department, reports which he had gotten thanks to the heavy-handed government of the Oolong Dynasty over Oolong City's central workings? They had made it clear no chemical residue was found at the blast sight of the apartment block which Ma-Te lived in. Further, witch doctors within the Oolong Police Department's Crime Scene Investigationn Division, claimed there was residue of a built up energy blast, which centered around Ma-Te himself. Neither doctors nor healers could have helped the pigman by the time he was found, and so Koma was sure that his future opponent in solving the murder of his one remaining best friend was a spiritual energy manipulator, and thus likely had a sizable reservoir of spiritual energy power, or 'power level' as some called it.
He was silent as he heard that oh-so-familiar voice confronting someone, and when he heard her words his nostrils flared. As Shortbread continued to record the entire thing, the so called Duchess from Orchestra Village went so far as to tell him that he was doing her a favor by killing Ma-Te and shortening the line of succession.
Without a word, he stood up from his stooped position and threw her tooth at the back of her head, before drawing his sword at both her and Romanus.
“Not so fast, Chorus, or it was Melody, right? That's what you said when I knocked your tooth out. You don't have the authority to let him free, and you might want to watch how you use your lips when you're in a public place. You know even dukes and duchesses can be hung for treason to the Grand Dukes, right? Which one of you assholes killed Ma-Te, or ordered him killed, if you did that?”
He hadn't even begun the investigation, and yet here the culprit(s?) lay right in front of him. It was almost comical.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2019 7:29:13 GMT -8
Cress sighed and peered up at the high vaulted ceiling. A dense cloud of smoke lingered in the air from the multitude of cigarettes, cigars, and other illegal substances shared by the patrons of the gambling hall. He closed his eyes, listening to the sound of dice clattering across the smooth velvet of the craps tables. The call of dealers conducting the poker games. The excited buzz of the drunken clientele as they sought their fortunes this night. A giggle caught his ear. Then another, and another. Cress lowered his head and cracked an eye open. A pair of scantily clad women in bunny suits and ears were staring at him and snickering. His pulse quickened a bit. Cress exhaled sharply through his nose and sat up, his stare hardening as he studied the pair of women. All his life he'd been mocked and ridiculed. He didn't look the same, talk the same, or act the same as others or mold himself to any societal standard. He was anti-social to the highest degree, and people sometimes thought it was fun to pick on him. Until all their bloodied teeth wound up on the floor. But these women didn't seem to be laughing at him, so much as... "Oh." An almost sheepish smirk overtook his lips. He realized he recognized these women—two of the women he'd "entertained" not all that long ago when Melody raided his love hotel room and tried to kill him. "Evening, ladies." They giggled, fingers fluttering in a dainty manner as they teased him with a wave before rushing off to attend other patrons. Cress chuckled to himself, rubbing the back of his head. "I wonder what that Namekian lady's up to..." Not that he cared... He probably needed to find Melody by now anyway. He took a final long drag on his cigarette and flicked the butt away before heading for the rear exit where he saw her heading last. Despite the myriad of distracting scents and sights, his nostrils twitched as they latched onto a certain scent. It was familiar, somehow—Cress would even say wild. For some reason, as he stepped near the back door of the gambling hall, the scent made him anxious. "Outta the way," he said, pushing smartly-dressed gamblers and serving women aside. He reached the back alley just in time to catch the ongoing altercation. Melody was there, along with a well-dressed, clean shaven man carrying a sword. The young samurai reached into his pocket and withdrew something, clasped in his tight fist. As he launched it at Melody, Cress's large visage became little more than a flickering blur. His hand snapped shut around the object, caught before it could strike his duchess. "The hell is this?" Cress studied the bloodied stump of an old tooth between his thumb and index finger as the samurai drew his weapon, threatening both Melody and the man whom stood across from them atop an adjacent building. He, too, smelled familiar to Cress—and also appeared to present a danger to them as well. First he'd deal with the angry little guy waving his sword around. "Tone it down, kid. Does your mom know you're out here?" Cress knew it was a grown man, but hell... being well over one hundred years old, everyone looked like a damn kid to him. The bound leather tome situated in his hip holster exited its bindings and flew up in front of him, enshrouded in violet-colored energy. It flipped open of its own accord as Cress glared at the newcomer. Every muscle in his body coiled and prepared for a fight. "You got some nerve brandishing that sword of yours without knowing all the facts. So the way I see it, is you've got two choices—drop your sword and nope the fuck outta here, or explain what the hell's going on. And if it helps your little decision along, just know I'll probably kick your shrimpy ass either way for attacking Mel. Why? Because I'm just a nice guy like that. Your move." Melody Romanus Zukkah Koma Rik Will O. Wisp [ 678 / 1286 ]
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Post by Rik on Dec 4, 2019 8:59:27 GMT -8
Riku pursed his lips as the slate-eyed samurai headed off as if he was on a mission. He had often times worked with other samurai to bring law breakers to justice and instinctively he understood that this man seemed to be hunting someone. He wasn't sure what the protocols of this time were... but he felt the urge to help. Just the sight of another like him, even though they were separated by hundreds of years, felt like a call to home. He trailed behind the nameless samurai past the pretty waitresses, the "Hot Hens" as they called them and out into the night as he left the Rooster. He let the man get a small distance away and watched as he entered the alleyway and grinned. Hell, these alleys are like my second home at this point... he thought as he started trailing after him. he slipped into the mouth of the alley and concealed himself in a shadow as the other man squatted down behind a garbage can... So it's a stakeout then? Wonder who he is waiting to see? Rik concentrated on his HUD for a few moments and managed to turn on the option he was looking for...
Welcome to view options. Turn on Night vision: Y/N? Y .... Night Vision engaged.
The alleyway snapped into clearness in his sight, though it carried a green tinge. He started scanning the alleyway, waiting for any movement... though he supposed that he would have to wait and see which person the samurai reacted to and help him apprehend them if needed. He waited patiently as he saw a shadowy shape at the far end of the alley sliding towards the backdoor of The Rooster. He focused on him to get some more info;
Scanning.... Target is Male. Saiyan. Appears to be in early 20's Power Level: around 1700 Recommend Caution.
He tapped the hilt of his sword thoughtfully as the man crept up to the door... could this be the one the samurai was searching for? The door slammed open and a green haired woman started confroting the man about being a killer... this had just become interesting. Was the samurai here as her backup? Maybe his own presence here was unnecessary after all... but the woman had called herself a Duchess of these lands. Maybe doing her a favor would be worth his time... though she seemed to be offering this murderer some sort of shady deal. He blinked as the samurai sprang into action in... an unexpected way. He threw something at the woman's face... but a large man caught it. His eyebrows rose a bit as he called her Melody... that was the name the cat-kin had mentioned as well. He started creeping a bit closer as the man demanded to know which of them was the murderer and threatened to bring them before the grand dukes. This seemed to be a very convoluted situation but as the other man started threatening to attack his fellow samurai, Rik moved forward and slid his blade from his scabbard, a stony look on his face, "I am sure that threatening a samurai on duty for the grand dukes is still some sort of high crime in this day, young man." Rik called out with a hint of scorn in his voice... he was pretty sure though his body was in great shape due to preservation and machines, he was the eldest person here.
He eyed the group and said, "I will back this man as a fellow samurai if it descends into violence," he pointed to the other warrior and continued, "But why don;t we try to find a solution that doesn't end up with all of you dying." he ended with a much more confident sound to his voice than he felt.
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Post by Romanus on Dec 4, 2019 11:10:08 GMT -8
Eat you like a Porker (Part 2)"I was just a Saiyan thug, but now I take the path of our ancestors, the path of the Saiyan Warrior. Now I become death, ravager of worlds!" Neon Light Showdown Theme{Spoiler} When Romanus heard that voice of the the female again he knew know he was probably being followed, no he was sure of it as he glanced behind himself before leaving the ally way to the main street. He paused for a moment looking at the Gambling hall across the street from the tall building still under construction. He didn't have alot of time to stall, he thought he had figured them out he could have not had any idea of the truth behind all this so he thought like any veteran gangster would in the many street wars waged in the name of his former employers the Avado Clan. It was simple to the Saiyan thug's ruthless mind, if he moved away from the Gambling hall they would attack him, if he moved into the gambling hall they would attack him there, they were obviously smart as they had not concentrated all their forces in the building, so the idea that they were armatures was unlikely. "No, maybe they are somehow," big fish as she claimed. But it didn't matter, if he ran away and abandoned Marjhan's operation he was screwed, not only was the pigman's allies now after him, but the Avado Clan was after him for abandoning them to join Marjhan's Saiyan faction and as much as he wanted to surpass the fan wielding Saiyan woman to become top dog that was not likely yet. Romanus imagined that women with the fan blades coming after him for being a coward who boasted about a Saiyan warrior as he gulped. "There is no other choice, but to walk the path of destruction..." he thought to himself flicking the cigarette and walking on the main street walking to the towards the front of the building the slippy scumbag found an opening that still gave him a window to keep the battle on his terms. He walked down the street passing people trying to act like he was legitimately going to meet them and go to the main door of the Rooster Gambling gall, the Saiyan went over what he had on him under his trench coat trying to come up with a quick plan having a few smoke, flash and explosive grenades on him and the blaster he had stolen for the dead hands of a human police woman he had killed and kept as a trophy weapon that proved to be handy. (Romanus) "I'll only had one shot to level the odds, so lets make it count" he thought getting close to the entrance. The Saiyan Warrior power level shot up from a resting level of 100 to about 1,000 instantly but with a price as he lite up in a red ki aura, (Romanus) "Here comes the Rom Burner....." He muttered aiming with the cold eyes of a killer now the clock was instantly ticking and Romanus would give the people little time to react as he aimed his right hand like a pistol and fired off a quick red ki blast dead at the entrance in an attempt to have it smash through the door, into the lobby through people, furniture and gambling machines before it exploded with enough force to rock the city block consuming the entire sinful building if a fireball of death and destruction if all went according to plan. In slow motion, in those slit seconds while firing off a crimson red ki blast from his hip he then turned jumped over a taxi and headed for the construction site as fast as he could that would have to be the spot for the showdown whoever or whatever had survived or countered his surprise attack would be on him very soon, it was important he kept as much initiative as possible. Just maybe the brick and metal jungle of the 20 story building could serve him to those ends. As the gangster Saiyan ran for the construction site in those split seconds and turned away eyeing the entrance to the adjacent building he would not be able to see if his hastily made Rom Burner attack had hit, the only thing that would let him know if the attack was successful was a loud explosion or if it failed a lack there of as he was already moving on staying on the move trying to throw off his enemies the best the trickster of a Saiyan could. Word Count: 798 Total Word Count: 1,485 Writers Comments:
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Post by Melody on Dec 4, 2019 13:22:13 GMT -8
After Koma threw a tooth at her Cress caught it when it bounced off the back of her head drawing away the attention of her intended target, and there were now two samurai brandishing swords out in the dark alleyway. It was difficult to discern the muttering Romanus made before he slipped away across the street in the verbal commotion. Chorus? Treason? Fool!The Duchess gritted her teeth at the last words Koma dared to speak at her, while harboring an enemy would have been seen as such, the fact of the matter was that she committed no offense when her offer was declined, and she half expected Romanous to reject it based on his past criminal behaviour. There was no reason for a street rat saiyan to accept a noble’s offer without considering the consequences and absolute zero trust. Melody had no influence on this strange man who defied the Grand Dukes with violence in Oolong City. A plague to society far worse than the namekian invasions from the North. Typical. It was difficult to deal with formidable foes who refused to hold a conversation and Cress was right about outright killing Romanus to end his tyranny as the bounty placed on him was for dead or alive. The seconds that followed after was met with a massive power signature of concentrated energy recognizable by anyone of an incoming attack at the front entrance of The Rooster; the power level increase was enough to make everyone stop what they were doing to change their course of action. All Melody could think of was that her assistant Portobello was still inside. The Duchess swore a duty to protect her villagers and her most loyal subject was seconds from being targeted by an incoming blast. As her violet eyes looked behind Cress towering behind her, Will O’ Wisp was seen standing there to her surprise as she did not detect his power level, she reached out to pull up the hem of her Yukata to increase her mobility to shuffle past her vassal and hop over the cat in the doorway in a blink of an eye. A deflect barrier surrounded her as she grabbed onto the teenage boy with a sigil veil on his face, cradling him in her arms, surrounding him with every inch of her body despite being the same in stature by pinning him to the floor. There was no time to get out of the building safely, she could only hope for an intercept on Romanus by the other four warriors to take on the blast before impact. Everyone inside the Gambling hall had their eyes on the green haired Dutchess who was glowing in an intense golden hue. “Everyone! Get down!” Melody shouted, the patrons, staff, immediately followed her command as they dropped to the ground unaware of what was about to transpire other than recognizing the green haired woman as one of the Pig Demon Duchies. [492] [1,955] Koma @null Rik Romanus Will O. Wisp
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Post by Koma on Dec 4, 2019 17:57:42 GMT -8
Little? Koma happened to be six feet and six inches tall in height. There was a reason why he was jokingly called 'Little Bear' by members of the Bear Clan of Samurai, and it was because the broad shouldered, tall Samurai exceeded the majority of them in height. None the less, Cress had a few inches on him in height, but apparently had paid for every one of those inches in height with a few hundred points of IQ. Even as Cress began talking, the Samurai began to roll his shoulders as he held the Katchin-Steel Alloyed Katana which he had inherited from Ma-Te forward.
“So does Melody always pick lapdogs, or let's be honest, toy boys, for their lack of intelligence? You've got the woman's smell all over you and given your inability to even understand words which have come out of people's mouths, you've obviously not got a very high IQ. You don't recognize your master's own tooth? The one she had knocked out by me?” he had just said it, so there had to be something wrong with the man's intelligence to make him not understand what Koma was saying, especially if he put up with an insufferable, overly prideful and prone to stealing woman like Melody.
To the rest of the half-Demon half-Saiyan's words, Koma did not even respond, because as soon as the half-demon made his first statement and Koma did respond, the half-Saiyan Samurai felt a building up of spiritual energy from beyond this sulfuric smelling sycophant. As the other samurai came to back him up, the slate gray eyed half-saiyan did not bother to make another statement or proceed to explain himself further. Instead, he simply ran up the wall of the Rooster Gambling Hall, to the roof, and continued his pace up until the point that he was in a direct line from the source of the energy. Telling Daifuku Plum Shortbread to get off of him where he remained on the roof, not wanting her or their evidence harmed, the half-Saiyan waited only a split second for her to jump out of his shirt with the pen and then rushed forward.
Even as the overzealous, over-imaginative Saiyan thug began to power up, Koma threw himself forward with a Dragon Dash using his own spiritual energy, not unsuppressed, to help throw himself forward. As the blast welled up from Romanus, Koma came into contact with it two to three feet away from the wall of the Rooster Gambling Hall, using skills taught to him by decades of martial arts training and long years of warfare and battle protecting the countryside and anyone who would hire the services of the mercenary samurai clan which had been known as the Bear Clan in honor of its founders and leaders, Kuma, and Koma. Without hesitation, he intercepted the paltry blast, which would have certainly destroyed the building and caused even more causalities, had it not been for the fact that someone with a power level at least twice Romanus' power level had jumped in front of the blast.
Without a word, the half-Saiyan Samurai proceeded to unleash the totality of his power level, and further power up beyond that as he looked at the wild haired Saiyan scumbag who had lately tried to branch out from petty crimes to murder and domestic terrorism apparently. His katchin-steel alloyed sword, still drawn was held in his left hand. To anyone familiar with the spiritual energy of the Arch-Duke Yajirobe, a bit of confusion would likely be felt, as suddenly with Koma's spiritual energy actually unlocked, the half-saiyan Samurai and grandson of Yajirobe's spiritual energy felt almost exactly like that of his grandfather's, albeit in a smaller size.
“The Duchess, or Courtier, or Gangster, whatever she is, Melody, may have been willing to let you walk away without harm, but I am on strict orders to find who destroyed Ma-Te's apartment block and killed him, and to bring him to justice. I don't know what your name is, but that doesn't matter much to me either. Either give up and submit to the justice of the arch-dukes and Oolong City for your regicide and domestic terrorism, or get used to running for your life from place to place, and start it right now before I get more angry.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2019 22:13:17 GMT -8
What would it be? A punch? A karate chop? Maybe a nice swing of that sword he held in his hands? Cress loved trying to guess the first move his foes would make, and he loved goading them into taking the first blow even more. It said a lot about who they were. If you can learn a fighter, you can predict their moves. Predict their moves, and you turn them into mince meat. Easy-peasy. A second guy decided he wanted to step in. The dark-skinned man carried a similar blade and wore similar trappings reminiscent of a samurai, and he seemed determined that he would not allow Cress to assault someone about the business of the Grand Dukes. Cress looked bored, digging a pinky into his ear to clear out some excess gunk. "Look, buddy. This doesn't concern you. I don't give a damn who he represents—the Grand Dukes can kiss my ass, and so can you. Now beat it, will ya? I'm talkin' to the poser over here." Cress had him pegged from the start. The look in his eyes foretold a man with the spirit of a wild beast. He'd seen it too many times to be fooled. The samurai's words were harsh as he compared Cress to a toy Melody lugged out of her trunk to play with, as well as insulting his intelligence. Cress shrugged and offered him a wry grin. He knew he should have been insulted, angry even, but hell... the truth was the truth. "You got me there. Never did go to school. Then again, I've never needed to know much beyond how to kick someone's ass. You gonna stand there bellyaching all night or throw a punch like a real man—GODDAMN IT!" The samurai ran up the wall of the gambling hall and disappeared over the ledge before he had even finished speaking. A flash of annoyance surged through Cress. He flicked the old tooth after the man's retreating back with a frown. "Son of a bitch... I hate when they don't let you finish talking. Oh, well—that guy was weird, anyway. Who the hell keeps an old tooth around? Alright, Shortstack—" Cress redirected his attention to the second samurai, cracking his knuckles as well as his thick, beefy neck. "So much for honor among brothers. What was all that bull crap you were spoutin' just a second ago? Your little buddy clearly doesn't seem to agree. I'm about to kick your scrawny ass for poking your nose in my business, and he's nowhere to be seen. Here's a little advice: don't buddy up to a guy who runs away from a fight."A brilliant flash of red light lit up the skies, accompanied with a spike in someone's power level. It distracted the big Saiyan. The moment went as fast as it had come, yet the powerful ki signature remained. Was it Poser Boy from earlier? "...okay. This night just keeps gettin' weirder." Melody Romanus Zukkah Koma Rik Will O. Wisp [ 496 / 1782 ]
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Post by Romanus on Dec 4, 2019 23:27:56 GMT -8
Eat you like a Porker (Part 3)"I was just a Saiyan thug, but now I take the path of our ancestors, the path of the Saiyan Warrior. Now I become death, ravager of worlds!" Neon Light Showdown ThemeRomanus didn't have time to converse with Koma as his back was against him as kept darting to the entrance to the construction site, but he could tell by Koma's yelling and the lack of an explosion his attack had failed, so they were on top of their game to him it seemed. But as Romanus ran for the opening to the 20 story structure he reached into his trench coat a few seconds after the failed surprise attack and left a gift that clang on the ground with a metal sound behind him. It was a flash bang grenade he had left behind as he tried to vanish inside the entrance into the half built building and the Saiyan Warrior knowing explosives had twisted the timer of the blinding explosive to go off 5 seconds after he dropped it, not much time to react let alone fully realize what it was before it was too late for an outside observer. (Flashbang Grenade) If nothing stopped it the device would explode filling the small area with a blinding flash and loud explosion that would cause anybody who didn't properly protect their eyes or happened to be looking in that direction an eye full of harmful light that would leave most people temporarily blind. The thug of a Saiyan knew with his ki attack on the gambling hall failed but that flash bang could may buy him some extra time to hide himself properly in the building. So the showdown would seem to take place in there and Romanus was gambling that it would be the perfect place to give him some hidden cover from his enemies at least for the moment of expected contact. "I guess now the real showdown begins," he would mutter hugging a wall inside the building he his path was not interrupted in the dim lite first floor of the 20 story building.
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