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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2020 4:25:35 GMT -8
[V]Continued from the Bowling For Sharks mission thread.It wasn't the first battle he'd fought injured. He'd fought many, and with far graver injuries. The physical body could heal, and being possessed of Saiyan genes, his healed phenomenally. Injuries of the spirit, however, were a different matter altogether. Frigid air squeezed his lungs as he ran, each wheezing breath just as labored as the one that came before it. His boots crunched and tamped down the snow beneath their feet. Snow laden trees blurred past on either side of them as they traveled in a tight formation to reach the location of the bandits. His heart hammered in his chest, blood thumping with the thrill of the upcoming battle. It would be a bit warmer there, near the coast. But he was starting to favor the cold: it kept him alert, awakening that old survivalist spirit he embodied. Truth be told, he could handle these bandits himself without a problem. But there was something about this group—an odd sort of "family". Something about them he liked. Besides he was curious to see what Grisha was capable of. "We're almost there," he shouted over the wind at his companions. "We can take it from here, old timer. You'll just get in our way." Barlei glanced aside at the giant brute of a Saiyan that ran beside him, keeping pace with frightening ease. "Spoils of war go to the victor, big man. I want one of those jet skis!"This felt familiar—rushing into combat with a trusted ally. It felt as if the clock had been rewound a good eight hundred years. Though something told Barlei that he'd never met anyone quite like this Grisha. He was eager to see him fight. WC: 287 Grisha LAIKA OF THQ
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Post by Grisha on Sept 6, 2020 23:54:39 GMT -8
Running was natural for Grisha. He didn’t know how to drive; he didn’t ride a mount; and he didn’t know how to fly. So how did he get around? Running. For being a big guy, Grisha made it look easy, and he wasn’t wheezing nearly as hard as Barlei. He wondered if his brother panted because of his injuries and glanced over at him with concern. His brain didn’t consider the cold weather and lack of acclimation as contributing factors.
The giant had been following behind Mr. Flurry’s snowmobile at a comfortable pace until Barlei told him they could handle it. Mr. Flurry turned his head, regarding the two tail-sporting men who had been racing alongside his snowmobile.
“I guess so. Not everyone can keep up with a snowmobile. I feel you young’uns are special,” the old man declared. “I won’t get in your way. Be careful. They’re pretty nasty!”
Mr. Flurry slowed down, allowing Barlei and Grisha to continue forth as he turned to head back to the village. Barlei was already declaring treasure and Grisha couldn’t help but grin. “Grisha want shark meat,” he declared.
As they arrived at the slush-covered beach, the white overcast sky seemed to break up, revealing an azure ceiling. Grisha stared in silent awe, marveling the ocean that extended for what appeared to be miles. He glanced down at the sand and clumps of ice beneath his feet. This was where the land ended. The giant walked down the shore to where the water lapped. He felt the chilly waters soaking into his boots. He crouched to scoop the sea water into his hands, and then raised it to his mouth. Instantly, his tail unraveled from his waist and went as stiff as a rod. The fur on it puffed out as a shiver of disgust shot down his spine. Grisha spat the sea water out and stood.
"Blagh! Water nasty! Why nasty?" he exclaimed as he continued to spit. The salty flavor was going to be in his mouth for a while.
The water at his feet receded. Grisha faced Barlei and explained, "No more land. No boat. What do?"
There was a great rumbling and hiss behind the giant. He turned a wide, gray eye over his shoulder and paled upon witnessing the wave cresting toward him. Grisha dashed away and dove behind Barlei as the wave slammed upon the shore. "Grisha hate big water! Big water try eat Grisha!"
Ah-ha-ha-ha!
The voices seemed to come out of the blue. Darting across the water on jetskis branded with The Great White Sharks were three scuba suit-wearing thugs with three voluptuous females on the back. The females were holding harpoon guns and wearing a skintight scuba suit similar to their assumed boyfriends. The jetskis were colored red, blue, and yellow.
"Hey chickenshits! If you want to cross our ocean, then you need to pay a toll. The Great White Sharks own these waters!" the red jet ski laughed.
The blue jetski then asked, "Hey! You guys seen an old, wrinkly fart? He owes us money! Crossing our ocean and fishing in it is 1,000 zeni! We own the fish here too!"
Grisha stood behind Barlei and crossed his arms before his chest and muttered as though disappointed, "No sharks…"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2020 5:36:33 GMT -8
He could almost forget.
Forget where he came from, or why he was here. Forget the steady stream of trials he'd encountered since his awakening. The beauty of the sight before him nearly erased the hardship of this new life.
Water. It stretched far off into the distance, rolling waves of a living, sentient ocean. Each wave crashed against the shore, tossing up foam and engulfing his feet in frigid water. Seagulls dove and swooped overhead, their shrill cry echoing along the empty beaches.
Something akin to longing filled his warrior's heart. It was beautiful. But that beauty was marred by the presence of the thugs on jet skis.
Barlei held up a hand to calm the big Saiyan hiding behind him. "That's right, big guy. Don't drink the water—it's gross."
He raised his voice to be heard over the jet ski engines as the group cackled, circling around the pair of them like the sharks they pretended to be.
"Wanna know what else isn't good for you? If you dumbasses keep pissing me off."
There was a sharp jab of pain in his injured ribs. Barlei winced, cradling his arm to his side in a protective manner. He could trounce these fools, true, but that meant his recovery would take longer. This situation required a different strategy.
"Hey, big guy." He glanced over his shoulder at Grisha. "Why don't you take care of these guys? Teach 'em not to prey on the innocent. If you do, I'll help you catch the biggest damn shark you've ever seen in your life. Deal?"
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Post by Grisha on Sept 8, 2020 13:23:39 GMT -8
The jet skiers faced the shit-talking Saiyan, bobbing on the water in a row, while obnoxiously revving their engines. They watched as Barlei winced and cradled his robes. One of the girls with cotton-candy blue hair and full, pink lips pursed them as she cooed, “Aw, poor baby. ‘Gotta boo boo?”
“This wimp can barely stand!” shouted the yellow jetskier.
“Hey; didn’t we kick that punks ass? All he did was lie there and take it like a little bitch!” the blue jetskier claimed.
The red jetskier leaned forward, grasping the edge of his goggles. He adjusted them and guffawed, “HA! It is him! What the hell is he talking about?”
Grisha was already frowning. He might not have been the brightest tool in the sharp bulb shed, but he recognized insults when he heard them. He had Tobias to thank for that. They were making fun of his little brother and his injured state. They had even gone ahead and identified themselves as his assailants. Grisha’s left boot twisted out to his left as he sank into a crouched stance. His arms hung. His fingers were curled like claws and lips rolled back to present his teeth in a glower.
“Grrr! Noisy!” he growled. His fingers raked at the sand, tossing it every which way in his anger. He paused when Barlei asked him to basically beat the jetskiers to a pulp. At his offer, the corners of Grisha’s mouth twisted with greed. “Shark and walrus, hmph!”
“Little brother watch!”
Grisha rested his knuckles upon the sand. His impish grin was fixed on his face as he watched the waves wash in and out. He waited for the water to extend in and rocking his shoulders forward, he forcefully pushed off the knuckles of his hands and balls of his feet into a dash. The brown, fur cape at his shoulders flared behind him exposing his bare and muscular back. The water splashed noisily at his feet and from the speed his legs were moving, his momentum carried him over it. The red jetskier in the center gasped in shock and horror when he watched the giant sprint toward him. Was he running on water?!
“What the f-”
Grisha swung back his left foot and swung it forward, having it connect with the red jetski and send he and his girlfriend shrinking into the sky like a soccer ball.
~Uuuuuuuuuuccck~!
The blue and yellow jetskiers gawked as the red jetski vanished followed by the two distant splashes of what could only be their comrades.
“HOLY MACKEREL!” the yellow jetskier exclaimed.
Grisha had sunk to his shoulders in the water and was grinning proudly at his attack.
“Oh my god! Are they dead?” the yellow jetskier’s girlfriend wondered.
“They landed in the water. I think they’re still alive. Let’s shoot this-” The blue jetskier stared blankly at the water. “Hey? Where did he go?”
The yellow jetski suddenly rose out of the water. “Woah!” the jetskier cried as his girlfriend screamed. Grisha held the watercraft above his head and when the blue jetskier’s girlfriend shot a harpoon in his direction, he lowered the jetski in its path. The harpoon impaled the side of the ski, causing the two passengers to jump.
“Are you trynna’ shoot me!?” the yellow jetskier screamed.
“Aw shit!” the blue jetskier cursed.
“I’m not getting thrown! Abandon ship! We’ll leave him to Mako!”
The yellow jetskier and his girl jumped from the jetski into the water behind Grisha. The giant turned his head, watching them vanish into the water and darkening in their place was a looming shadow. Grisha felt the water shifting and whirled with the yellow jetski. A ring of sharp, triangular rows of teeth rose out of the water and Grisha shoved the watercraft into the mouth of a great white shark. The shark was immense. The biggest he had ever seen not on a dinner table. Sea water streamed from its powerful jaws that ground and crunched on the ski, its black, beady eyes shining with its ferocity.
The scuba diver riding on its back pointed a finger behind Grisha. “Nice try!”
Grisha glanced over his shoulder to see the second shark, its dorsal fin protruding like a knife from the water. It snagged his cape between its teeth and jerked the Saiyan underwater. Grisha’s eyes were large with surprise when he was suddenly dragged through the dark waters. His hand went to his cape to release it from his shoulders and the first shark released the jetski and dove to make sure Grisha stayed under. The shark charged the Saiyan, ramming him in the chest and driving him deeper under water.
The blue jetskier circled the water where a series of panicked bubbles boiled at the surface. He taunted Barlei, “That’s what you bitches get for trynna’ act tough! How you like that, huh? Your bodyguard’s shark bait!”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2020 19:08:44 GMT -8
“That’s what you bitches get for trynna’ act tough! How you like that, huh? Your bodyguard’s shark bait!”
The bandit seemed quite thrilled at this prospect. So thrilled, in fact, he could scarcely finish his thought. He was possessed of the mind of a thug, emboldened by the group's mobility, numbers, and weapons.
But what were numbers to a ruthless soldier?
The jet skier let out a strangled cry at the hand that suddenly gripped his throat, lifting him clear off the jet ski. Barlei stood atop the jet ski, his tail extended to aid his balance as he hoisted the man in the air with one arm, clamped fingers like iron that would neither bend nor yield to the desperate bastard's vain clawing and thrashing.
"L-Let go of me!"
"Back on my home planet, we soldiers had a game we loved to play. We called it Splitting the Kraken." Barlei stared down at the waters where Grisha had disappeared with the sharks. "It's simple, really: whoever rips off the highest number of limbs from our enemies win."
The jet skier went pale with fright. He gasped something, yet the Saiyan's grip cut it short.
"Lucky for you, I'm no longer a soldier. And this ain't Vegeta. Now scram."
He released the man who fell into the water with a splash.
Grisha had yet emerge from the ocean's depths. He felt a stab of regret. Why'd he have to go and mention sharks? It had been mostly a joke, but if anything happened to the man, the poetic irony would be crushing.
He leaped from the jet ski into the water.
The water was freezing cold, slipping around him like a silent cocoon. His legs kicked hard, propelling him deeper beneath the surface. It was murky beneath the surface, but Barlei thought he could see a struggle up ahead. A tell-tale swish from one of the shark's tail gave away its position.
A glowing orb of crackling energy formed in Barlei's hand as he surged forward, hurling it at the attacking shark. The resulting explosion created a dense cloud of blood and guts, the predatory beast having exploded from the impact. It sent the other shark into a blood frenzy as it began devouring the pieces of its mate.
Barlei snatched and tugged hard at Grisha's wrist, indicating for them to return to the surface. He kicked hard, good arm clawing through water as he sought to reach the surface before the first shark decided to turn them both into dessert!
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Post by Grisha on Sept 11, 2020 23:00:50 GMT -8
Grisha’s hands grasped the sides of the shark’s head. His thumbs pressed against the creature’s black, obsidian eyes, causing the creature to thrash in pain. With a dark eruption of blood, Grisha’s thumbs popped them. The Saiyan had been glaring at the scuba diver who rode on the creature’s back. The diver pointed a harpoon gun at his face, and Grisha tilted his head to the side as the spear tore across his cheek, leaving a bloodied gash.
Grisha bared his teeth like an enraged beast and lifted his right arm to slam his elbow on top of the shark’s skull. The creature immediately went limp, the force of the blow sending the great fish dipping downward and tipping the diver toward Grisha. The diver attempted to flee his saddle, but Grisha’s fist swung around to catch the diver’s face and facemask. The diver bent backwards as his respirator left his mouth, releasing a stream of bubbles. Grisha saw the strange hose and grabbed it. He stared at the bubbles until he became distracted by another phenomenon.
He felt chills and an outbreak of goosebumps across his arms. He felt the anxiety in his chest and his eyes became white with panic. What was that? It was immense. Grisha hadn’t ever detected a high ki until that moment. Like an animal’s sixth sense, his instincts were raising the danger alarm. There was a bright light and a loud hiss of evaporating water. Grisha reacted, kicking the shark into the white orb of crackling light that sped toward him. There was an explosion of blood, electricity and guts, tainting the water in a crimson cloud.
Grisha had been gawking at the Saiyan that had emerged through it. Barlei? That power was from Barlei? He couldn’t believe it. His little brother snatched his wrist and encouraged him to follow. Grisha glanced at the respirator in his hand and the unconscious diver that was connected to it. While Barlei powered them to the surface, he curiously stuck the respirator in his mouth and felt the rush of oxygen entering it. Naturally, he cleared the water from the device on a breath and continued using it to breathe. It was amazing! That was how the divers were able to stay underwater for so long.
The second shark had been transformed by its blood frenzy. It wildly devoured the chunks of shark meat, ignoring the beatings of its master. The beast soon became angered, whipping its rider from its back and bit the diver in half. Grisha watched in shock the shark face he and Barlei. It seemed to be heading toward the unconscious diver that dangled like bait from the respirator line.
Grisha growled. He jerked his wrist free from Barlei’s grip and hadn’t meant any offense by it. His arms stroked through the water as he saw the creature’s ferocious state as a challenge. Biting down on the respirator, Grisha balled his hand into a large fist and cocked it back as the shark spread its impressive jaws.
Grisha, half a minute later, would emerge on the shore. The respirator was still in his mouth, and the diver was still dragging at his feet. The large shark was resting over his shoulder as he carried it out of the water. One was already wasted, and he wished they were able to save both (for dinner). He dumped the shark onto the beach and faced Barlei. The Vader-like breaths from the respirator were the only sounds between them for a moment (he seemed to like the device). There was a distinct dampness on his cheek and Grisha raised his hand to the cut from the harpoon that had nearly split it open. He glanced at the blood that covered his palm and frowned.
Lena was going to be upset. Whenever he got hurt, she freaked out and babied him. It was embarrassing, which was the main reason why Grisha was hesitant to leave the cut as it was. There were so many things to talk about between he and Barlei. Grisha returned his hand to his cheek, hoping to stop the bleeding, and in the meantime, he told Barlei through the respirator, “Ritter ‘rotter ‘trong! (Translation: Little brother strong!)”
“’Rotter ‘row ‘rightning! ‘Rare ‘Risha! ‘Ow? (Translation: Brother throw lightning! Scare Grisha! How?)”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2020 18:21:35 GMT -8
His head broke the surface of the rippling water. The murky, blood-tainted depths of the ocean bled away to give way to brilliant afternoon sunlight. His wounds stung fiercely, protesting the heavy salt of the water.
Relief thrummed through his being—he was happy to be alive.
The ocean was a jungle of predators, and vicious sharks ruled these seas. They could have been attacked, or worse, eaten. He didn't envy the poor bastard that did.
Staying in the water seemed like a stupid idea. Better to haul ass toward the icy shores, with or without the big guy behind him.
He swam toward shore with fervor, eager to escape the water's chilling clutches. Barlei stumbled forward, dropping to a knee as he gasped for breath. "Goddamn it... where the hell are you, big guy?"
He didn't have long to wait. The waters parted and out came Grisha like a mighty king among kings, dragging a dead shark and bedraggled thug with him. He wore a respirator, demonstrating a semblance of hidden intelligence as he excitedly regarded Barlei, his 'little brother'.
Barlei chuckled and shook his head.
All he did was ambush and kill a shark. Grisha was the one who killed a blood-frenzied shark and rescued an undeserving prick, all at the same time. He seemed to lack any real awareness of how incredible he was. Barlei couldn't recall ever meeting anyone quite like him. He sure as hell wanted to get to know him. Maybe he'd stick around a bit longer.
"Crazy sonovabitch... you actually got yourself a shark. You're a wild one. It's a damn shame you weren't part of my platoon back on Vegeta." Barlei frowned and gestured at the bandit. "Let's turn this bastard over to the townsfolk; let the people decide what to do with him. After that, I'll see about teaching you to, erm... 'throw lightning'."
He wasn't much of a teacher. But for Grisha, he was willing to try.
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