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Post by Cayle Pota on Mar 6, 2020 0:13:56 GMT -8
To: All whom it may concern; From: Narange Aspic, DPH, MD, DB; Administrator of the Tuffle Science Executive. CC: Dr Rebiri, Dr Citrus, Commanders Cerola, Weetsop, Pricota, Mango and Southern Taskforce Commander Tamarind. Subject: “RE:RE:RE:RE:RE” Just joking, quit copy pasting me in your message chains. My assistants are too damn busy to read your nonsense and complaints, think of how busy I am. Firstly I must remind you all that no TSE or ISLET facilities allow non-Tuffles to be admitted to their facilities. This includes non-Tuffle Music, so I will give no more warnings about playing the Earthling 'Luther's music or the Bands 'We Lost our Shirt' or 'Porcelain Combs and Kisses'. The team which were sent to investigate the facility at Mount Allium and upon Cebolla Island did not report in from their tasks of investigating for survivors and damage to the facilities in those regions following the volcanic explosion. Satellite footage implies that the bunker doors were torn off, and this means that we must expect that the subjects at that facility escaped and set an ambush for our investigators. While this is a minor threat, simple rain drops in the buckets under a repairing roof I must remind you that subjects “Spadroon Scutum” and “Spadroon Ascia” as well as my own former son, whom was one of our first test subjects in the forced hybridization project, all were located in that facility and they likely hve survived and are preparing strikes against our installations. Spadroon Cudere provided enough damage on his own, without a childhood rival to spur him on and I must remind you that Subject code name Spadroon Scutum has an IQ charted high enough that he would be among the scientist caste or administrator caste if he was a Tuffle. Do not underestimate the threat they provide. As such, I am relisting possible strongholds of Saiyan identity and culture which we may want to sabotage or curtail if we can gain the political capital to do so covertly among the Earthling population. The Son Clan – This is a large group of Saiyans descended largely from a Vegeta the IIIrd era saiyan known as Bardock. Not all saiyans from the son clan are members of the Son Clan genetically, and it is actually a much wider federation of rural Saiyan clans in the Eastern Lands of the main continent of the Planet Earth. Anything beyond covert assaults on this group remains firmly banned. The Kingdom of New Vegeta – An ethnically Saiyan neighborhood and suburban sprawl past the city proper located within West City. This group of Saiyans are beholden to the Vegeta Dynasty, and are believed to have ties with Capsule Corporation. Be it from the fact that the petty King 'Prince' Vegeta the IVth is married to one of the founders of the corporation or if it is just because of Saiyans providing cheap labor of considerable strength and reliability remains to be seen. Anything beyond covert assaults on this group remains firmly banned. Little Vegeta – A disorganized group of Saiyan trash who act largely as a group of local criminal organizations some of which call themselves Yakuza, some of which call themselves 'Saiyan Mafia', some of which call themselves 'Tongs'. This sprawling and densely packed ghetto and vice district within Oolong City is a potential threat just asking for a strong Saiyan warlord to unite it, but it is not a high target priority at the moment. Reports seem to say that a Saiyan gang leader put out a hit upon the prince of the Tea Clan, and we expect full retribution from this group. It should be noted that there are several other small tribes and groups of Saiyans within the Pig Demon Duchies' noble hierarchy, and they like the likes of the Kingdom of New Vegeta and the Son Clan, are firmly banned from being targeted by anything greater than covert assaults. While no saiyans themselves, the grand dukes of the Pig Demon Duchies are long time friends of the Saiyan classified as 'Carrot Cake'. Cayennne Island – A group of tribal Saiyans located within the near arctic chain of the Pepper Islands. These Saiyans descend from the Mango Chutney storage facility and are escapees caused by a power failure. The past three assaults by ISLET forces have been fought off by the sixth generation king whom we have documented as 'Piper Ferrus'. He has recently begun to piece together smithing, armor making and weapon making – and has been scavenging metals from the facilities throughout the islands along with the rest of his tribe. The Consulate of Bran – An isolated island state north-east of the Eastern lands, this is as you should all know, the oldest actual Saiyan civilization on the planet. Commander Mango, before they had been demoted from Marshall Mango, was in charge of this facility when the first members of the Tritum tribe broke out of the primary facility on the sub-continental island. They have since set up a slowly building nation-state which is ruled generally by members of the Trititum Family. The current ruler, Wheat (Code Name: Trititum Falx), is likely to take his nation out into the world, and while this nation is technologically in a classical to late iron age level of advancement, it is reported to have a nearly 80% education rate for literacy and arithmetic. They could potentially grow to a Son Clan or Kingdom of New Vegeta tier threat in the near future. --- Sub-Marshall Manzana rolled his eyes at the e-mail from the old man. As if any threat from the Saiyans other than the big two was an actual threat. His facility was embedded deep within the Pilaf Land works, and even if an intrepid Saiyan actually found that there was a facility within the region, they'd never find the exact location. Spadroon Scutum and Ascia were just Pricotta, Rebiri, and Aspic's particular pet peeves just as the Spadroon Cudere mentioned had been the particular pet peeve to the now demoted to private and removed of personal memories, the 'pureed' (as the punishment was called), former Commander Bana-non. There was no threat, and there was no reason to keep themselves at full alert all the time. What was the point of living in the happiest place on Earth if you didn't let your subordinates be the happiest Tuffles in the realm? [1067]
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Post by Cayle Pota on Mar 6, 2020 1:29:44 GMT -8
It was Cayle's 'birthday' he realized, and despite that and the fact that he had initially come to Pilaf Land to celebrate Tiger Lily's birthday, he was back in Pilaf Land with Tiger Lily, Konja and the rest of his friends – Carlos Alfonso had insisted on paying for a proper vacation for Cayle after the saiyan former farm boy had spent most of his few weeks in Pilaf Land with Tiger Lily being busy with the work of setting up new Taco King locations throughout the small kingdom sized theme park.
Today, he was supposed to do something for himself, however and so he had decided to take care of something that he had been wanting to do after getting comments about certain things both from current Taco King employees who had been former employees of Pilaf Land and who knew of its inner workings, and from borderline conspiracy theorists.
While Cayle would be happy to eventually just pal around with his friends around the park, he had seen things time and time again that made him think that there was a major threat in the park that had to be eliminated. One which Tiger Lily and Achido had not yet dealt with in person, but which Konja would understand the second she saw the pictures. Each of his friends had a vacation plan put in front of them, but inside those folders were more than just plans – they'd also find pictures showing evidence he had slowly added up to come up with the fact there was a Tuffle Science Executive bunker somewhere in Pilaf Land and that they had an active contingent. The use of the ISLET badge as colors for some young toughs should have been proof enough, but it didn't matter without proof.
For now, he simply sat and waited for his friend in the sushi and seafood restaurant which he had chosen as his 'birthday meal place'. He had of course texted them, and even explained that while it was unlikely to be his actual birthday, Carlos Alfonso had insisted he pick an Earth Birthday, and that was this day. So he waited patiently, chewing sliced ginger with chopsticks as he waited. He didn't make the fool mistake of trying a glob of that green paste though. Wa-sah-bee did indeed sting like it was a bee.
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Post by Cayle Pota on Mar 6, 2020 23:44:25 GMT -8
Imperative Sanctioned by the Lost Enclave of Tuffles (ISLET) – Super Bunker Codename Basmati Assigned Commander; Admiral Abalach, MIA – Acting Commander Sub-Marshall Manzana Sub-Bunker #B17 Section #039 – 50 Meters from the Airlocks. Island inspired musical beats hit through the atmosphere of the steel and plastcrete reinforced facility as slow moving fans pushed centuries old recycled air through the facility. In this isolated portion of the facility, there were no scientists, there were no test subjects, there was no great armory. This close to the surface tunnels it would have been silly to expect as much. Instead, behind a desk a pair of ISLET soldiers of the lowest caste sat doing guard duty. Red Ribbons, Red Ribbons, What'cha wan' do. Red Ribbons, Red Ribbons, What'cha gon' do. When Piccolo Daimao and all the forces of hell come for you. Teeeeeeeellllllllllllllllll meeeeeeee! Red Ribbons, Red Ribbons, What'cha wan' do. Red Ribbons, Red Ribbons, What'cha gon' do? When da Thugs and Criminals, when they come for you? The two of them were deadly serious at their station as the theme finished and the words 'All Suspects featured are innocent unless were proven by the law – except Demon Clan Namekians'. The episode then began, and the two of them watched, while eating snacks which were not strictly allowed by regulations but which made sense. They were modern, Earth born Tuffles. This essential, existential war of their species made far less sense to them than it did to the oldies. Even watching Red Ribbons would have sent the Sub-Commander into a conniption fit. “So Cran, what about that girl? The pretty one with the light purple hair?” “It was dyed. She's not a Tuffle, and you know my mah is a strict orchardist. Boysen. She'd kill me, and beyond that, I'm not supposed to actually date unless I get promoted and can get an orchardist or vineyite girl.” “Just seems kind of stupid, I feel like. It isn't like the scientist caste really knows what they're doing assigning a good marriage. And it isn't like Earthlings are savages, like those damn Saiyans.” “My mom disagrees, Boysen. She says 'Cran Lingon Barry, listen to me plain and clear. Humans may be more civilized than Saiyans, but they're still nothing compared to Tuffles. Just because they're a natural middle point doesn't mean they're fit to breed with us. Part a monkey is still a damn monkey.” “Man, then do it and don't tell her. If you really like the girl what does it matter? Nothing says your off-duty relationships gotta be on the books. That's part of the benefits of Basmati Station.” “I dunno, man. My mom's threatened to set me up with my cousin Cerola if she catches me with another non-Tuffle girl.” “Eehh, Blue Blitzkrieg herself? Ooowwwchh. Maybe be careful... oh my god look at what that damn monkey is doing to those Ribbons! Hahahahaha!” [489] [1,948]
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Post by Ty on Mar 7, 2020 1:56:39 GMT -8
As a native islander, fishing was a lifestyle to most residents, and Cayle’s venue to celebrate his birthday was from the western lands cuisine known as sushi; which is also Tiger Lily’s favorite food. However, based on their ventures to the pilaf land theme parks, Cayle was limited to fish only, he did not share her love for shellfish. The primary reason the teenage half saiyan was not at the restaurant was because she went back home to visit her parents in the hope that her father Koba would assist her by making her boyfriend a present. Glass blowing was an art she picked up, she made several objects from it growing up, and she wanted to make something practical for Cayle to use which was fishing lures. Kalabasa Island was equipped with the best glass blowing station, one she was familiar with, and she wanted to make two sets of lures: river fishing and ocean fishing since Cayle was partial to salmon. The small glass fish was colorful, attached to hooks, and the other designs consisted of squid, eel, and shrimp. While she did most of the blowing herself, it was her father who helped her shape each piece in the process, and attached the hooks. At some point her father brought up the act of dating, which was odd, and while he was blushing the entire time she did not figure out what point he was trying to reach. In truth, Koba had discarded his saiyan heritage, and he only wanted his daughter to live a normal life as an earthling. Ty complained that he should have cut off his own tail, instead of hers when she was born, if he truly wanted to be seen as an earthling but it did not matter because she wanted to change the world for saiyans to live freely without worrying about Tuffles. All of the friends she found since leaving home agreed that earth should be a safe place for everyone and it was up to them to make a difference. Calla Lily took the time to find the perfect metal case with a foam layer, she carved the foam in the shape of each lure to fit snugly in each compartment, and then wrapped it neatly in orange gift paper. “It looks like a perfect present, thanks mom and dad. I am sure Cayle would be happy that the Kalabasa family worked together on making this especially for him. I can’t keep my boyfriend waiting by himself, so I have to jet, he purchased Ensalada Island a couple of leagues from here, so I can visit more often!” After exchanging kisses and hugs with her parents she took off in the air, channeling her ki to speed up even faster to reach her destination of the restaurant in Pilaf Land known as Su-Shi-Ren. Upon arrival, she noticed she was the first invited guest, which was fortunate, she could spend a moment with Cayle before anyone else joined them. The readhead was dressed in a dark brown blazer with golden trimming, worn over a white blouse, a plaid red skirt, and black thigh high socks with black kitten heel ankle boots. With a wide smile, she raised her gift over her head to catch his attention, then walked over gleefully with a blush on her cheeks. “Happy Birthday, Cayle! My family and I made this especially for you to celebrate your life.” She extended the wrapped gift to him and sat down on the circular table with a strange metal disk at the center. With her arrival a hovering robot shaped like an alien saucer floated to the center of the table, it had the letters UFO, and landed on the metal disk spinning slowly like a top. Several mechanical compartments blossed open, revealing an assortment of appetizers, the rotation began to slow down to a crawl, and as Ty’s ocean teal’s eyes blinked for a moment she recognized where she had seen this before. It was King Nikochan’s alien space ship from Dr. Slumps Adventures, a cartoon series, and toy line that she adored. Despite most of the reviews calling the machinations as ‘junk’ there were people like her who thought it made adoring toys. It was quite a treat to see the food being served by one of the machines from the cartoon, she wondered if Cayle knew that it was from the show, or simply chose this place for the food. “Open your gift.” Ty smiled, she took out her c-phone, and began filming. Her boyfriend was accustomed to her teenage need to document everything with photos and videos to share with her parents. It was her way of closing the gap of not having her guardian present. It was at that moment that her guardian arrived, Toad Lily was carrying a soft guitar case on his back, and he put away his c-phone with a short wave at the couple. With the other invited guests yet to arrive, the Doctor began to unzip the case, pulling out a small amp, and his electric guitar followed by a pick between his fingers. Like any traditional birthday, he performed the song in a punk edition, shredding the guitar strings to add more feeling to the notes. It was a short song, so it was over as soon as it started, and he noted his nice was unable to sing along to the unpredictable rhythm in which it was played. With a bow, he put away his guitar, and sat down across from them on the table, leaning the guitar case against the wall. “That was my birthday present to you, Cayle.” Toad Lily announced, his melancholy expression remained stagnant on his face, as he always looked tired. “Thanks for inviting me to celebrate it with you. It honestly allowed me to skip out on a date, as I am not interested in a relationship, given that I am yet to master my doctorate. Hope you enjoyed it.”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2020 7:38:28 GMT -8
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Fluffy, pink clouds nestled against a deep maroon sky. A blazing orange sun made its descent toward the distant horizon as the moon peeked over the wasted stretch of arid desert and deep canyons. In two days' time it would be full, sparking a primal transformation within some of his brethren—perhaps even himself. A dry wind tumbled carelessly over the vast dirt plains that stretched for miles all around, broken only by the occasional green or yellow patch of crops being cultivated by farmers and other servant-classes. A demonstration of defiant, verdant life amid the desolate wastes. Pride swelled in his chest. Barlei folded his arms with a smirk of approval, drinking in the beautiful view of his native planet. That had always been their nature, had it not? Survive despite the odds, and be made stronger for it.
There was a small giggle behind him. Something slammed into him as tiny hands clasped at his muscled thigh. The tiny toddler possessed such an infectious exuberance, it was difficult to respond. "You little brat." Barlei knelt and swept the girl up. He bounced his daughter in his arm, his free hand pointing off toward the distant horizon. An odd sight to some—a grizzled Saiyan warrior decked in dirty battle armor cradling a child in so tender a fashion. "Some day, all of this will be yours—" He went to say her name and drew a blank. Something about this wasn't right. He stared into the child's face but no longer remembered who she was. He sat her back down onto the ground.
The toddler squealed and clapped her hands at the sight of a sand lizard. It dashed beneath a nearby rock having been discovered, and she chased after it, giggling all the while. A sinking feeling filled his being. How could he not remember her name? His own daughter? Wait... did he even have a daughter? Had he ever?
The sky was plunged into inky darkness, the sun snuffed out in an instant. Screams filled the air around him. Fire burned everything in sight as he coughed and choked on the acrid smoke that filled his lungs. His men. They were dying all over again. This wasn't Planet Vegeta. He was... he was still...
The pair of mechanized security drones stood silent before the stasis pod, observing the inert Saiyan that floated aimless in the ether. The only sign he still clung to life were the oxygen mask attached to his nose and mouth, and the occasional air bubbles that escaped from it. He bobbed there in the fluid, caught in a feverish nightmare that repeated on a loop. Not of the TSE's doing, but his own. The drones determined there was no danger in the Saiyan escaping and turned to face the heavy bulkhead doors that sealed off the room from the rest of the facility. The scientists and researchers had long since separated the figure from the rest of their subjects. There had been a small handful of incidents when he had been awoken for experimentation, and at the cost of many drones and security, they managed to sedate him each time. But it brought a heavy cost of time, personnel, and finances. The tiny blip they got of his true power had frightened them, and so the decision had been made to keep him under for the foreseeable future. He was broken, after all. What was there to fear? The monkey's tail floating in the ether twitched suddenly, a flicker of life the drones had not caught. All the old soldier needed was just one brilliant opportunity.
WC: 603 TWC: 603/4,000
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Post by Achido on Mar 7, 2020 11:16:54 GMT -8
Just a few short days after escaping the cursed temple, Achido had fully realized that he was no longer a teenager and that he would have to find some new training gear to fit his appearance. So, he found himself in a small town, where they were notorious for their weighted gear and Achido was curious to how this gear would benefit him. He was new to the whole idea of wearing gear that weighed you down, but if it was known for making people stronger, then he would have no choice but to try it out.
Once the man found his way through the streets of the town, there was a building with a large sign above it, revealing what looked to be armor of some sort. "So this must be the place.." He thought to himself, but continued forth until he finally made it to the shop's door. Achido pulled the door open and stepped inside. The smell of leather and metals quickly entered his nostrils. It was a smell Achido had loved, one that brought him back to a time when his father brought him to this very shop as a child.
With a variety of choices in armor, Achido was looking for something less bulky, and something more flexible for his fighting style. There was an aisle of choices that seemed to fit his style, so he browsed slowly, while continuing to walk down the aisle. "Hm, this is harder than I thought." He muttered to himself, while browsing through the many different types of armor and gear. Just as Achido was about to give up, there was one outfit on display that caught his eye, so he walked over and examined it.
The outfit consisted of a white and gold vest, along with a pair of dark blue gloves, that went the whole way up past his elbows, with lengthy white bands around each bicep. Finally a black pair of pants and boots to match. The man grabbed one of the boxes from around the display and walked up to the register. Just as he placed the box on the table his C-Phone vibrated within his sash. Achido grabbed the device and seen that Cayle had invited him to a Sushi restaurant. The man quickly typed up a reply, saying that he would be right there.
After making his purchase, Achido went into the changing rooms and replaced the red gi with the new gear he had just paid for. As he walked outside the building with his red gi still folded up in his hands, he tossed it inside a nearby trashcan and walked off as if he was shedding his old self and resurrected as a whole new man. With a quick hop into the air, Achido flew off in the direction of where Cayle and Ty currently were.
Just when Achido sensed his two best friends below, he descended from the sky and gently landed down behind the restaurant. The man slowly made his way around the building and inside. Toward the back of the restaurant Achido saw Cayle, Ty, and Toad Lily enjoying their time together. He smiled the best he could and began to make his way back to the group. "Hey, nice to see you all again." He said, as Achido waved slightly to them. The man looked to the table and saw presents, then he looked to Cayle. "I didn't bring any gifts, but I did bring my friendship!" He said with excitement in his voice, while reaching out to shake hands with Cayle.
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Post by Konja of Clan Korm on Mar 8, 2020 5:51:52 GMT -8
Today was a special day. What made it special was something called a 'birthday'. At least in Konja's village, such things were simple affairs celebrated with lots of roughhousing within the clan and a hunt for a giant roab. Certainly big enough for everyone to feast on, in concert with the opening of some of the yam wine they'd kept in store. If the elders were feeling particularly generous, they would trade with Beet Village for some of their beet wine. A birthday was a day to look forward to indeed. And while she did not take too much liking to the proprietor's insistence that she choose a day on this world's calendar to serve as her own birthday, she decided that perhaps, it need not necessarily mark the exact day of her birth. No, she was alive right now. And while Konja very well remembered her true birthday to be the ninth day of the eighth month of the 58th year of Holusa's reign - Holusa being Vegeta I's late father - that date couldn't possibly be found anymore. Instead, she was to choose one from this world's calendar. And what better day to choose as a birthday than the day she was "reborn" into this new world? Of course, this was Cayle's birthday rather than hers, and along with others of his new circle of Earth friends such as Achido, she had been invited to dine at a "sushi and seafood" restaurant. As much as she would have preferred to hunt down a local giant beast for them to roast and feast on in the traditions of the ancestors, it was his birthday, and his choice. Secondly, she had quickly found out that many establishments didn't allow food taken in from outside, be that wild game or food from other establishments. In which case, Konja was not really averse to seafood. She still very much enjoyed that time they spent fishing. Back on Plant in various oases, and some time ago here, to assist the local fishermen. There was nothing quite like the delicate scent of smoke from a roast fish, especially the really big ones. She had yet to actually enter a 'sushi' place before, so this should be interesting. That being said, Earth had an interesting custom of giving gifts to the celebrant. And why not? A token to show one's appreciation for this person. In this case, Cayle, who had led their little "colony" out of that dreadful Tuffle facility and out into this new world, one she was slowly beginning to appreciate as a new home. Konja was not too keen on simply purchasing any old trinket. A true gift for her required more than mere trade to have facilitated its availability. No, a true gift truly coming from her required an investment of sweat and blood. And so for this yam farmer, the answer was a truly simple one. Konja stepped into the restaurant and was greeted with the delightful smell of many things cooking up in the kitchen. Already, they were assembled around Cayle. Cayle's mate, who she had yet to actually have the pleasure of meeting outside of that hunt for 'hidden treasure', a man with an instrument, who she could only surmise was related to her somehow, and... a vaguely familiar man, who... huh? Could it be? She blinked as she walked up to him and gave a poke from behind. "Achido?" She hadn't actually seen his escape from the Temple. As such, she had no way of knowing what had happened to him in there, the visions he'd fought... Suffice it to say, Konja's unthinkable half-Tuffle "sister" was bizarre enough... "You've certainly grown."Impressively, she could say. They would definitely have to catch up with each other concerning this. There was, however, the priority of this particular matter. The yam farmer turned fast food cashier and potential Employee of the Year candidate approached her kinsman and held up a gift box in the colours of his clan. At least, to the best of her memory. She had, after all, been to Pota Village often enough to get a good idea of what they possibly used as their own. "May Yamoshi bless your special day."As someone who grew up carving stone tools in her village and demonstrated she could work in a team capable of winning a consolation prize in ice sculpture, the answer was indeed a simple one. She had spent some of her earnings from that contest to purchase small blocks of various sculpting stones to see which would fit her style. While she could carve ice with some effort, in the end, she settled on granite. Granite could actually make her sweat... especially if she got it directly from the source. Inside the box, carefully wrapped in foam puffs, would be a dark grey granite doorframe, the material taken from Mt. Allium itself. The frame held an open door, all of this over a little base to make it stand. Inscribed on the base in her very amateur handwriting, a short message. YOU opened the door to our new lives.All hewn from this same granite she'd acquired with her own hands. While he might never ask where it came from, what mattered was that this gift was dripping with her sweat and blood, from digging out a suitable block from that volcano, to sculpting it into what it was right now. Truly, a gift she considered worthy of someone like Cayle, who had done so much for them. She waited with bated breath. WC:926 Achido Cayle Pota @null Ty @null
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Post by Cayle Pota on Mar 11, 2020 2:38:56 GMT -8
One would not likely expect it, but Cayle Pota, son of Pota Potaset, himself son of Potaset Potaset, whom was himself the son of Potaset Potaset, the same Pota Potaset who was himself the son of Potaset Pota, who was himself the son of Pota Onio, whom was himself the son of Onio Pota, the same Onio Pota who had been sired by Pota the Proud; he was not a man who slept much. It could be blamed on the differences between a Saiyan physiological clock which had been set to that of Planet Plant’s hours, and a it could have been blamed on his own natural regenerative abilities- but it was not either of those in totality. Cayle Pota slept four hours a day, one for each of his siblings and near-age cousins who had been stolen from Cayle and the rest of Clan Pota on the day when the Tuffle Imperium’s special forces had struck at the Pota Clan’s homestead. It was not a purposeful number, and sometimes Cayle almost slept a fifth hour, but on average it was four - and every night his sleep was interrupted by dreams, nightmares, and memories. Sometimes just one, sometimes a jambalaya of them all mixed together. It ultimately meant that he had a lot of time to read, to think, to train, to work, to plan. Despite that vast amount of time, very little was actually spent upon himself. When he was awake, he was working towards his goals, yes, but they were generally for the benefit of himself, his friends, and the other members of the Saiyan Refugees which formed the foundation of his rudimentary Kingdom of Pickled Saiyans. The sea breeze helped calm him, helped remind him that the past was the past and the future could be guided by the rudder of his will. It reminded him of the stories that old Potaset Potaset the second had told Cayle when he was but a boy. Of great heroes of Saiyankind, and of the beauty of their first home - Potaset Potaset had told the then four year old Cayle of the great wash, an ocean wider than the horizon - and that once Saiyans had sailed and fished and swimmed it. Cayle the four year old had told his paternal grandfather that there was simply no way that was true. No one had an ocean, if there was ever so much water why had the Clan Pota and Clan Aritcho just fought over the damming rights of a river and a few ponds? When the mustached old Saiyan had answered little Cayle, “That was a different planet, one not controlled by the damn Tuffles.” It took him a few weeks to understand after he had woken on Earth, after he had rode those very same oceans, but now he understood. That had been a planet doomed from ever truly being the home of the Saiyan race. The Saiyans could not blossom in a soil which had the nutrients being drained by century old orchards. That day, and spending time with Ty, Konja, Achido, Carlos Alfonso, and his other friends, had taught Cayle a technique he would have never learned on his own. Hope. Where the Clan Pota and the harshness of Planet Plant had taught him determination and selflessness; where the Tuffle Science Executive had drilled cleverness into him to see how ‘smart’ they could make a Saiyan and made him learn about compassion as a psyche saving response to the brutality he saw; the people of Earth and of his fledgling Saiyan kingdom had taught him to hope. There was another lesson which he still had to learn to be a truly great leader, at least according to Carlos Alfonso De La Reyes, who was one of the greatest leaders that Cayle had ever encountered. Cayle had to learn to be happy, and selfish at times, and there was no one who could teach him that. Carlos had figured out enough about the Saiyan he had made his vice-president to know that, and so he had demanded that Cayle take a proper vacation and use none of the time to help Taco King. He had set Cayle and any guests he might have up with a condominium that he had bought in Pilaf Land for Taco King to use when it needed to, and he had wished him a happy Birthday before the Saiyan had left South Island. His present was the island which he had paid part of the cost for, and helped forge documentation for, to allow Cayle and his fledgling Saiyans a new place to call home and build culture of their own. What would be done with it and the islands surrounding it were for Cayle and his fledgling kingdom to decide, but at the moment there was a more pressing matter to attend to: Partying. --- So Cayle was already happy, enjoying himself as those who he had invited for his birthday began to trickle in. A wide smile was given to Tiger Lily as she entered and walked over, the Saiyan former farm boy taking it and replying, “Well, tell them for me that I thank them for their assistance in making the gift.” he said, before stopping to listen to Toad Lily’s punk rock serenade of happy Birthday, and grinning. “That sounds like the kind of music that one of my people would come up with. Thank you, Toad Lily, and thank you for coming. Though you should never need an excuse to skip out on a date. Tell them you are not interested, if you were hunting for a partner you would tell them.” He then opened the present from Tiger Lily, smiling at it and the obviously handmade items. Fish hooks, he believed- he had seen them plenty enough times, though this was the first time he had seen a set of his own up close. He grinned widely at it, before putting the lid back on. “I will get the king of all salmon with this, and after I tame him, I shall make him the bedrock of my own personal lake’s fishing stocks!” he said, as he did indeed love Salmon, and most fresh water fish for that matter. It was an impossibly rare treat back on Planet Plant, and the novelty of eating such creatures had not worn off. That was one part of why he had chosen this restaurant for his birthday meal. As he waited for the others to arrive, and Tiger Lily and Toad Lily to sit, he placed the present from the Kalabasa Clan upon the table. When Achido, who was next in the door, showed, Cayle happily shook his hand and grinned. “That’s all that I ask, that and perhaps your strength a little later today.” When Konja arrived, he was silent as she initially spoke and reacted, the Saiyan former farm boy smirked and listened. Yes, Achido had grown quite a bit since before, but Cayle was sure the human boy could grow stronger. Perhaps to among the strongest of Humans if he simply worked at it. At her words, Cayle frowned for a moment. Yamoshi would make for a good patron for the Saiyan kingdom that they were aiming to build, but then again he had always been more polytheistic and local spirit in his view. He didn’t have time to think about that as she handed him the gift though and he saw the colors the box was wrapped in. A checkered pattern which was predominantly brown with highlights of green, orange, and pink. The colors of Clan Pota in the ancient days. A tear actually dropped from his cheek, as he saw that and opened the rest. He had never expected to see a true mirror to his childhood and his heritage except his words and dreams, and yet Konja - the closest thing he had to a relative or neighbor in the local area, had given him a gift which brought forth something he had forgot to think about and thanked him for what he had for the other Saiyans so far. He placed the package on the table, still opened for all to see, and rushed forward to hug his best friend tightly, with the strength only a Saiyan could hug another Saiyan with. “Caaayle! I thought Ty was your… girlfriend?” came a childish voice at that moment, and soon the t-shirt, leather sandal, and cargo swimming trunks wearing Saiyan was greeted by yet more members of his clan. This one, a dark skinned, light green haired little girl in a sundress over an one piece bathing suit, was the one known as Nalta. She was followed quickly by the pale skinned, auburn haired, curvy and rather angry looking Tara of Clan Taro, in a floral shirt, skirt, flip flops and a two-piece swimsuit under it and Tara bopped the child on the head. “You do not talk to our King like that, Nalta.” Before Cayle could so much as say a thing, Nalta stomped on the woman’s foot and cackled, “And you don’t bop me, y’know! I’m Cayle’s little Sister! That makes me Nalta Pota of Clan Pota! And that makes me a princess, too, y’know!” and then the little girl ran to Ty’s side, to hug the red headed girl and grin to her and to Toad Lily. “Did you bring Dogwood Lily? I want to pet him!” The group was followed up by a pair of twin Saiyans, fraternal twins dressed in matching colored swim clothes, their light brown hair shaved on opposing sides and long on the sides it was not shaved, with randomly dyed strands in places. The twins Caul and Broclin. Caul, the male, tiredly said, “Fiddar fell asleep at the condo. He said to tell you that you’re like the son he never had.” Which sent Broclin into a chuckle fit, “As if old man Fiddar’d ever beget a Cayle Pota.” “Anyways, he and little Nalta worked in secret back in the base with fabric that everyone pitched in to buy. Took a while, and Tara and Fiddar got into a fist fight over the right colors and proportions, but here. Sorry we couldn’t find a proper steelfur to make the cloth out of.” Caul said lazily, before walking over and pulling out a large, beach blanket looking thing out of his beach bag. IT could easily have hidden Nalta or Achido’s entire bodies, but it was currently carefully folded and held together with a broach. It was predominantly brown, with squares of orange, pink, and green. A war blanket in the colors of Clan Pota, and followed by it a matching well, basically a Saiyan equivalent of a kilt. Ancient materials for a nobleman in the cold lands which the Pota Clans had inhabited upon Planet Plant. Cayle smiled at it, though the work of the total refugees of the saiyan world did not itself move him as much as his friend’s gift had. They all worked on it, but at the same time, he was not sure he would ever use it. Perhaps a new clan pattern and colors were in store for the Kingdom he was forming; but for now he simply nodded. “Tiger Lily, Toad Lily, Achido, I don’t think you’ve ever met any of my…” he made a decision then, a selfish one. He was a Pota but they were not, that didn’t make them not related to him though and indeed he had said that Nalta could call herself Pota. Her own earth documents said as much, and listed her as his sister, even if it had taken some “I will make your insides your outsides” glares to officials at her school before they had accepted that as the truth. “I don’t think you’ve ever met any of my tribe aside from Konja, Nalta, and maybe Jack.” he stopped, to point with an open hand. “This is Nalta, Nalta Pota. She’s my little sister, pretty much.” then to the buxom Saiyan warrior woman who on first meeting he had nearly had to fight in mortal combat. “This is Tara of Clan Taro. Or Tara Taro, if you would.” then he pointed with the open hand to the twins. “This is Caul and Broclin of Clan Brassic. Cual Brassic and Broclin Brassic if you would.” He then did the same with introducing his tribe members to Tiger Lily, Toad Lily, and Achido. “Anyways, I think that’s everyone. Carlos Alfonso said that he couldn’t come out to the park, but wished me a happy birthday anyways, and Jack? I dunno where Jack is half the time.” He then waited until everyone sat down, and grinned as the plates began to pull out, grabbing a salmon roll, salmon sashimi, takoyaki, west city roll with its delicious salmon, avocado, and cream cheese and tempura shrimp to start with. “Everyone, dig in. It’s my treat.” he said as he began to eat what he himself had picked off, and after the third piece that he had eaten he added, “Oh, and there’s a trip itenary on the paper there. After we eat we’ll take the submarine ferry to Shu’s Hidden Village, and when we’re done, we’ll hit up the beach beneath the Tree House.” --- Another memory flashed past the likes of Barlett, who at the time had been a soldier of the would-be king of all Saiyans, Vegeta the 1st. A memory of a four year old saiyan boy with icy blue eyes and the cocksure smile of someone far greater than his measly five power level merited. A boy with wild and long hair who had stopped the members of Barlett’s squad from taking a part of the Clan Pota’s life stock in taxation; a particular steelhide by the name of Gummy. The four year old had punched out one of Barlett’s compatriots as his father was called from the militia base to help resolve the issue, and the punch had been enough to drop the soldier. Because Cayle had used a construction stone gripped in his hand to make the punch more like a hammer. “You guys listen here. I said you can’t have Gummy, she’s my Steelhide. She lets me ride her through the fields and she’s a good steelhide, even if she’s too old for calves anymore. I’ll fight you all if I have to, because that’s my steelhide. Grandpa said so, and that makes it the truth, no matter what your stupid King Vegetable brains says. Because I’m Cayle Pota, the son of Pota Potaset, himself the son of Potaset Potaset, who was himself the son of Potaset Potaset, the same Potaset Potaset who was the son of Potaset Pota, the son of Pota Onio, who was himself the son of Onio Pota. The same Onio Pota who was the son of the great warrior Pota the Proud. Next one of you who tries to get Gummy is going to get kick in the balls and get their tail gnawed off! And girls don’t even like guys without tails, they’re not macho! Grandpa said so!” The four year old Saiyan boy’s tail quivered around him like a belt, aiming to remove one weakness as he brought forth his strength. How it would be resolved remained to be seen, but this was the same boy that had already been approved at four years old to be apart of the Junior Warriors tournament of the region. Cayle Pota of Clan Pota. A name which may have come up from his memory or may have been a neuroscan query to all Saiyan subjects in stasis, aiming to gather memory information about a threat. [2621] [4,569 Total Words] Ty @null Konja of Clan Korm Achido
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2020 8:59:56 GMT -8
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The boy was small and unruly with unkempt hair and wild eyes. The eyes of a warrior, though he bore the body of a runt. Barlei sighed. The brat wasn't going to give up the old sow without a fight. Barlei was no good at diplomacy. He belonged on the front lines, engaging and crushing their enemies in the name of the great King Vegeta. Instead he was reduced to collecting what was due from the people. A boring and thankless job. "Funny, isn't it, men? The tyke won't give up his pet. Even willing to fight us tooth and nail for it." Barlei parted his men aside with a hand as he stepped through to confront the child. "Yet the moment there's a threat, these people clamor for us to rescue them. But not this one." His rich baritone drew the attention of every person within the vicinity, not only his men and the Pota runt, but even those nearby tending their fields and watching the display from a safe distance. Watching to see what the king's men would do in the face of defiance. Barlei knelt before the child, his own tail cinched tight around his waist. "So proud of your heritage, aren't you boy? Cayle Pota. Cling to that—maybe it'll bring you strength. In my experience, names are worthless without the strength to send your enemies fleeing in fear." "So, what, then? Should we smack the boy? Make an example of him?" one of his men asked. "Nay. Stand down. If he wants the stupid sod, let him keep it." Barlei rose to his full height and stared down at the child. "But understand a valuable lesson. Everything you own—your farmsteads, your crops, your fields, and your livestock; the land you own, the homes you've built, and even your very livelihood—is secured by the grace and might of King Vegeta. Kings always take what belongs to them. One way... or another." Barlei spun on his heel and stalked toward the nearest neighbor as his men followed close behind. Maybe the runt would heed his words, and maybe it would offer sound wisdom in his coming years. Or, just maybe, the runt would grow big and strong and claim the throne for himself. Shit... Barlei would give a year's wages to see that.
A tendril of memory slid through his mind. A memory of a child with wild eyes and a warrior's spirit—a spirit of defiance that would fight them to the bitter end. His finger twitched ever so slightly. It let off a small blip of power that did not register with the drones, nor the steady rhythmic pulse of the EKG monitoring the comatose Saiyan's vitals. Another twitch of his fingers, as well as his tail. Much like Cayle Pota, son of Pota Potaset, he too wished to defy this destiny. Though unconscious, the strength of his Saiyan pride fought against his bonds. A shoulder twitched, and he let out a barely audible grunt. A small burst of ki escaped him, causing a small crack to form in the glass tube exterior. A tiny dribble of the blue fluid began to seep out.
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Cayle Pota Ty Achido Konja of Clan Korm LAIKA OF THQ
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Post by Ty on Mar 13, 2020 1:43:22 GMT -8
Tiger Lily was delighted that Cayle wanted to catch a king salmon with his gift, she kept the camera rolling on her cell phone as more people arrived, and she waved eagerly at her best friend Achido after he shook hands with the nineteen year old Saiyan. Konja was next to arrive, she was someone she crossed paths with briefly, so she smiled in greeting at her. The raven haired saiyan woman pointed out that Achido looked older, at first she thought it was the change in clothes, but he did seem older significantly as the pudge on his teenage face was now gone and replaced by defined cheekbones. Ever since they collectively saved everyone from the mysterious dark temple, they all took the time to recover on their own, life continued and a celebration was in order. The gift Konja brought, looked either personalized, or hand made to the point that her boyfriend was moved to tears. A moment of silence filled the room as Cayle embraced the raven haired saiyan woman tightly until the voice of Nalta chimed in about having that kind of contact reserved specifically for Ty. However, people on earth expressed their care for each other in that way, and she wondered if Saiyans were adversed against social contact. Everyone else that followed, apart from Nalta, were new to her, and she continued to film them all as they took their seats. The c-phone was put away, Tiger Lily hugged Nalta in return, and she chuckled. “Dog wood Lily is staying with my parents at my home island so that I can be here with my uncle, it is actually his pet I help take care of.” Ty pulled up a chair next to her and motioned for the lime greenette to sit adjacent to her. “You will be able to visit him more often now that we will be neighbors back home in the southern islands.”Cayle quickly introduced everyone to each other at the table, settling in to eat, as staff at the restaurant brought plates, water, and two boats of sushi. It was quite the treat to be with everyone present, all her life Ty was limited to being around her parents and uncle, but now she had friends who were an additional part of family. An alliance was forming with everyone around her, people who were dedicated to keeping each other safe through thick and thin, and a bond forged by trust. Toad Lily narrowed his eyes at his niece’s reaction towards Konja and Achido. The redhead was like an open book to him, he sighed at her pathetic light hearted display, and mulled over his inability to do anything about it. Life was short, there were some things people could only learn after experiencing hardship, and that was something Ty had to go through on her own. [477] [1,475] Achido Cayle Pota @null Konja of Clan Korm
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Post by Achido on Mar 14, 2020 20:49:13 GMT -8
As Cayle shook hands with Achido he spoke of a possibility of needing his strength later on. That instantly caused the man to light up with joy, he absolutely loved helping out his friends, but loved to get his hands dirty in a fight, so this would all end well for Achido and his friends. At least that is what he hoped for. "Anything for a friend! We should get together and train some time. It would be nice to learn some things from such a great martial artist and hopefully add it to my arsenal of attacks." He smiled wide as usual, then turned when he felt a poke from behind, followed by a very familiar voice. Achido blushed a bit, but managed to nod lightly. "Konja! Glad you could make it. It's a long story, one we will have to save for another time. Let us celebrate Cayle today. He deserves this after all."
The sound of a younger child caused the blonde man to focus on the unknown girl. When she yelled out Cayle's name, he began to wonder. As Achido listened in to what they were saying, he was now finding out that Cayle had a younger sister. "A younger sister? Hm, I know so little about Cayle. After this, I will make sure that changes." He thought to himself, while turning to the table to sit down. Achido looked around the table to see the new faces Cayle had just introduced, obviously friends and family of Cayle, but they all seemed very friendly, so Achido would have no problem getting along with them.
When the waiters brought out the Sushi and drinks, Achido began to rub his hands together, while smiling happily like he was a teenager again. Once his plate arrived, Achido picked up the chopsticks and tapped them together, before shoveling loads of Sushi into his mouth. His eyes lit up with joy as his taste buds began to take in the different flavors within the Sushi rolls. "Cayle, what did you have in mind for later?" He asked, referring to when the saiyan told him that he may need his strength later on. It had Achido curious to what was going on in Cayle's mind and worried at the same time, but he remained focused on his question to the saiyan.
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Post by Konja of Clan Korm on Mar 28, 2020 9:15:32 GMT -8
"Another time it is, then." Konja nodded in calm agreement when Achido graciously deferred the discussion of his apparent growth spurt to later on. And he was right. There would be much time to discuss what they had missed out on, even at present, during the feast proper. This day, this moment, was about Cayle, the celebration of his birth here on this world. At least, that was how she saw it. She watched with quiet focus, her vision tunneling into a myopia that had at its centre her best friend, the brother she never had, opening up the gift box she had painstakingly wrapped in Clan Pota's ancient colours. Her muscles silently tensed as he observed the door she had spent many hours sculpting with the granite of Mt. Allium. Granite she had dug with her own hands. The yam farmer and militia scout turned fast food cashier had put her soul into this piece of work. And while she didn't see herself as any sort of art master, she was clearly hoping that her effort would please Cayle. That was the essence of a gift, as she understood it. A token of appreciation from the heart, given to someone to make them happy. A single tear presented itself as a clear sign as he gazed upon the box. Her muscles tensed even more, and she struggled to keep her face from giving away her worry. From experience, she knew that tears were bad. She could only remember crying in sorrow of some sort. But worse, that the gift had been enough to move him to a tear - a warrior as strong and steadfast as he - it must have truly hurt. It couldn't have been something as simple as getting Clan Pota's colours wrong. That meant that it was something fundamentally wrong so as to be offensive to the party in question. Even as he set the gift aside after examining it to give her as tight a hug a Saiyan could muster, Konja felt a chill run up her spine. Was this a tight hug of gratitude, or one of sadness? If it was her mistake, then it wouldn't make sense for him to be hugging her, right? Even still, she fought to keep her surprise from making itself obvious. Normally, this wouldn't be too hard, as Konja didn't really consider herself expressive. But the circumstances surrounding these present feelings were much greater than any simple fight, or even the silent, defiant resolve she gave the Tuffles during the war and her captivity. Her face slowly cracked into one of terrified confusion, until a familiar small voice called out how this might be inappropriate somehow. So the others from the new tribe were already here as well. The situation quickly lightened up, and they presented their own offerings. Finally, Cayle presented all of his guests with the offerings of this establishment. It had to have been good. Right? Cayle had shed a tear. Konja could only imagine it was the memories of the old world they had left behind. A moment of painful reminiscence. Then the hug, as he overcame this and expressed that gratitude for what the granite door represented. That had to be it. It couldn't be that tears could also somehow represent joy, right? How could something so indicative of pain also equate to inner rejoicing? Konja decided to leave it at that and finally smiled as the food was presented, and she made her choices. Interestingly enough, plenty of these fish dishes were raw, but cut and plated in a way that made them look delicious regardless. At first, she wondered why anyone would have their fish without the delicious warmth and slight charring of a proper cooking, but a dash of the light black sauce and burning green paste told her why. It was exotic. Different, for sure. But it was... good. Soon, she would have a Saiyan-sized portion of sushi along with a number of whole roast lobsters to go, as she sat down at the table and listened in to Achido ask an interesting question... "If there is anything else after the given schedule, I do look forward to it." Perhaps it was a surprise hunt that he had in store. Emperor Pilaf's domain was a bizarre if wondrous one. Surely, its mighty game beasts would also be a similar sort of strange yet impressive. "And if it involves hunting anything, then doubly so."743/1669 Cayle Pota @null Ty Achido
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Post by Cayle Pota on Apr 5, 2020 12:50:40 GMT -8
To a Saiyan, tears representing joy should have made even more sense than for other races. Pain was intrinsitive with pushing yourself further and beyond in a fight, and sometimes reaching the current plateau of what you could achieve was also cathartic. The tear of Cayle Pota, son of Pota Potaset, of the Clan Pota, was for pain for the past, for sadness for not having done more and better before now, and for joy for the future and the moment. After a few more West City Rolls, Takoyaki, Fried Squid Rings, Emperor Salmon Sashimi, and many helpings of Ginger, Cayle finished his meal and at least the other members of the fledgling tribe of Saiyan refugees who had gathered with them had done so as well, all of them except Nalta, who was eating fried sugar coated donut puffs. The Emperor Salmon Sashimi was the size of a large pizza saucer for each slice, and Cayle ate numerous of them before finishing, chewing as he did. When he was done, the Saiyan former farm boy turned vice president of Taco King and would-be monarch of a Saiyan Tribal Kingdom stood and stretched, before sitting down to sip his spicy cherry cola and then signal for the check. Nalta, grinned to Tiger Lily, “Maybe Dogwood can have puppies and then I can have one of them! Cayle said when we get to the place we call our home, I’ll be able to have pet dogs if I want!” Cayle grinned, wondering if Nalta really understood that Dogwood couldn’t have his own puppies, but only make another dog have puppies. Unless Cayle and Jack used some Tuffle cloning vats to create a Dogwood Lily sapling of sort, which was to say clone puppies. “As far as plans after we finish here, I planned on us going to Shu’s Hidden Village, the water theme park. So if you didn’t bring swim clothes, we’ll shop for those. Then after we’ve had fun at the hidden village and the beaches it also has on top of a few of its towers, we’ll check out some underwater karaoke in one of the underwater hotels. Nalta’s been watching a lot of some animated movie called ‘Pilaf and the Ningyo Princess’, and wants to sing a song about being under the sea from it.” He chuckled for a second, before steeling himself. “That’s pretty much all of my plan. Maybe some extra activity at the beach or under the water, but that just depends if the intel is correct.” Nalta stood up in her chair to whisper to Tiger Lily, in her ear, to explain what that meant. “Cayle means we’re going to go bunker busting and save some Saiyans and may the Tuffles flee and get loots! Lots of loots! Yar har har pirates!” she tried to whisper it, but parts of it she got excited for and spoke loud, especially Bunker, loot, and Yar Har har pirates. Tuffles was barely a whisper, so thoroughly her fear of them had been until she insisted to come along with Cayle and the other ‘first generation’ members of the fledgling Saiyan tribe. “If you all are interested in coming, that’d be great. IF not, that’s fine too. And for you, Toad Lily, we’ll probably need to get a wet suit and some scuba gear. Assuming you want to go along on the adventure.” With that, the check paid, and Tara, Caul, and Broclin getting up to heft their haversacks, Cayle grinned. “There’s some genres of Earth Music I’m especially interested in for karoake, I believe it’s called ‘Heavy Metal’ and ‘Hip Hop’. Both have interesting sounds that I’ve heard, and Heavy Metal almost sounds like a Saiyan invented it, if you ask me.” Then the Saiyan moved to lead the group out and towards the tram system in Pilaf Land which would take them from the Kingdom section to towards Shu’s Hidden Village: an almost entirely underwater theme park which was centered around, primarily, a complex shaped like a four-poiunted shuriken skyscraper, with five outer rings surrounding the shuriken, creating a domed city with forest, parks, and cutesy, kitche Ninja shapes, including a fake mountain on one of the shuriken points which featured Shu, Pilaf, and Mai’s faces carved into the mountain as if this was somewhere else, and Shu’s Hidden Village was set in a forest instead of an under water theme park. Being Pilaf Land, the tram system was on time and they would have to rush to get onto it, but it was so frequent that there was no crowding issue, and the party would find themselves alone in the tram. Cayle purposefully moved himself towards Achido, Ty, and Toad Lily “You don’t have to join us in invading this Tuffle Bunker, but it’s something that we have to do. My contacts have lead me to believe that it’s there, and that it’s active. So there might be Pickles in the need of saving, and I don’t know how many active Tuffle forces there will be there. If you don’t want to go, that’s fine. You can just stay in our hotel suites in the Hidden Village.” [862] [5,431] Ty Achido Konja of Clan Korm Jack Pota
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Post by Jack Pota on Apr 8, 2020 20:37:27 GMT -8
Jack was currently taking a break from all the excitement of his quest to rescue Saiyans that were pickled and preserved against their will, which coincidentally was their arc to the future from the ancient past; despite that not being the original intention of the TSE at the time. As of right now, he was already dressed in a scuba suit and quietly asleep in a seat on the tram that Cayle and the others were on as well. He actually hadn't been sleeping well at all recently because he's been feeling anxious and on edge, but this place filled him with enough sense of comfort that he was able to get the sleep he desperately needed. He was originally going to use this opportunity to observe and gather empirical data on Human interaction and their culture as a way to better understand them as a whole, but he ended up passing out before he could make it to the waterpark. "Hmm... Humans... So interesting... Aren't they...?" Jack muttered softly in his sleep to no one in particular, even though he looked all suited up to invade the Tuffle Bunker. "Oh no...I simply couldn't have another ale~ You're a devious one...aren't you m'lady~" Jack continued softly in his sleep with a goofy grin on his face.
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Post by Ty on Apr 13, 2020 20:06:10 GMT -8
Toad Lily took a pair of chopsticks, taking his time to prepare his soy sauce, wasabi, and ginger into small dishes in order to eat the delicate sushi. However, he looked over to Achido who was practically shoveling the food without taking a breath. “Hey shortie, sushi is carefully prepared piece by piece, at least savor the flavor, maybe even enhance it with some of the garnishes to ignite your taste buds.” He blinked sheepishly, “No matter, there is plenty of food here to have you fill, no need to rush through it all.”“Eh?” Tiger Lily pondered for a minute about Nalta’s suggestion of Dogwood Lily having puppies then looked over to her uncle, “Isn’t he fixed?”“Who is fixed? Achido? He still hasn’t thanked me for putting his nose back in place after Cayle broke it.” Toad Lily terribly joked, “Dogwood Lily is fixed, therefore he cannot produce any puppies.”The doctor took a small bite of sushi, he deadpanned at Cayle after he asked about scuba gear, he sighed before answering once he finished eating. “Well, I would rather stand by in case anyone needs medical attention. The way you guys get into trouble all the time, it is almost guaranteed that my expertise will be needed, so I will stand by once you all resurface. It gives me a chance to teach Tiger Lily about her new ability to mend wounds.”After everyone had their fill, a plan was underway to break into an underwater Tuffle bunker, and Ty’s uncle suggested they stand by in case anyone required his expertise as a Doctor. The group moved towards the tram station, there were two platforms, one that led towards the south where the pier the was located and one that headed north towards the park. “My medical ship is in the shipyard, I will have Tiger Lily lock into your ki signature to find your location.” Toad Lily boarded the first tram along with his niece. [329] [1,804] Achido Cayle Pota Jack Pota Konja of Clan Korm
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