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Post by Grisha on Nov 14, 2020 9:40:09 GMT -8
The giant Saiyan was on the road again after having helped Shujae’s village. Orange robes draped his shoulders and formed a hood over his head. He carried slung across his chest a brown sack with some rations and extra clothes. Bouncing against his hip was a skin of fresh water that Grisha had been careful not to drink all at once. His beard had gotten thicker, making him appear ten-years-older. Yellow sand swept about his torn pants legs and the barren earth cracked beneath his sandals. He was doing better. Before, the heat used to bother him greatly, but he could feel himself adjusting to it. His complexion had darkened to a deep tan. It only added to features that made him unrecognizable. His aimless journey brought him to a quarry at the base of a large mountain. There were machines with long necks and sharp teeth. A group of workers, wearing yellow hard hats, were gathered around the project chief. The chief’s arms were crossed before his barrel chest, and a cigarette protruded from his mouth. His dark brows were furrowed in frustration as his finger tapped anxiously against his forearm. “Let me go, boss. I’ll find them!” one brave quarryman said. He held his hand high and puffed out his chest in pride. “I can’t afford to send anymore men down there. This whole project is halted until we can get a proper rescue out here,” the chief regrettably informed. “If we can’t get those guys out by the end of the week, then we might as well assume they’re dead. No one can live that long without water.” The quarrymen continued to sullenly hang their heads, while Grisha stood behind them, having eavesdropped on the conversation. People were lost and without water? He glanced about the quarry, trying to make heads and tails of it. There were so many entrances. WC: 313 Tagging: Gris
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Post by Gris on Nov 18, 2020 0:17:44 GMT -8
"Must we really loiter about in these wastes? None of them are here. I'd know of it."Usumi-chan was already complaining about the girl having trekked already a few dozen miles out from her home. Her family. If he was going to agree to let her have her own autonomy while she could, he wanted to at least make sure she wasn't just dilly-dallying and wasting her time with her conscious movement. Seems things came up pretty quick near a broad opening though. The girl slowed to a crawl and overlooked a mining operation. By the looks of it, at least. "Come on, sir... I thought It'd be nice to stop around the places I've never really gotten a look at... You know, with how fragile the demon kingdom's relations can be, I never really got much further than outside my back yard!"She'd watch for a moment. There were a lot of workers with a hardhat and all conversing over a stalled operation. Lots of fussing, and to add to the mix there was a rather large man snooping around too. Didn't seem like the typical type from around here, but hey. Gris wasn't here to judge. Usumi was another story, as the small girl would come to reveal herself he'd groan to himself. Griselda sliding down the side of one of the quarry walls and down to the people. "Hello! Hello sir!"Directed towards the chief, the girl would step up with a peppy smile and a curtsy bow. A bit stranger to look at now that she was closer to the big guy. She couldn't be much taller than 4'. The light greys, blacks, and whites on her suspender skirt. Carried around a solid black scabbard for her blade that just felt eerie just looking at it. If she hadn't made herself super known she'd probably just blend into all the other background power levels. "No no no! We aren't sending any kids either. Don't care if you can punch a rock into two or anything, we need someone who can actually find my men."He was already denouncing her help. But, she always seemed to have a trump card with this kind of thing. She herself wasn't really strong enough or honed in the whole ki arts thing. But she knew a guy. The girl kept her warm smile and nodded in agreement. "Then you'll be happy to hear I'm not just a rock punching child, then! I can sense people out in these many caves... And it seems I'd have plenty of help too if they are under any rubble or blocked off!"Green pearls for eyes glanced from the chief towards the larger than life saiyan. Wondering if he had been hired muscle or something in the first place. Griselda is until specified otherwise an average young woman feeling no more than 5 in Power Level. (Suppression)Thread PL: 5412 WC: 487 Grisha
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Post by Grisha on Nov 20, 2020 17:29:36 GMT -8
A young girl approached the project chief offering her help, and even though her help was refused, she remained persistent. When she looked at Grisha, her gaze didn’t go unnoticed. She hadn’t meant anything by it, but the Saiyan decided that he had stood by long enough. He stepped through the gathered miners and quarrymen, and as usual, there was a series of several gasps. The project chief had taken a frightened step backward as he cast his eyes up at the giant. What cave did this guy crawl out from? the chief thought. With his beard and thick hair, Grisha looked like a vagabond. “Uh…ye-yes?” Grisha blushed some. He remembered the last time he spoke, and the reactions he had gotten. He closed his eyes as he prepared himself. Outside of Kousetsu Village, everyone considered him a dummy for the way he spoke, and it was something he had to learn to deal with. The Saiyan dropped his travel sack and sighed. “Grisha help. Find people…” He then smirked in amusement as he went along with what was already said, “Punch rocks into two.” The quarrymen and miners behind him started quietly laughing and whispering among themselves. This guy sounds like an idiot…But look at how big he is.Good. We need a fool to go down there and find them.Grisha pretended as though he didn’t hear them. The project chief calmed and looked Grisha over, and then looked at the strange girl. He pointed at Grisha. “I will allow you to go.” He then pointed at Gris. “You, Young Lady, need to stay here. It’s not safe for some kid to go down there. This isn’t a playground. By the way, where are your parents?” The large Saiyan had picked up his travel sack and started heading toward the mines to the chief’s surprise. “Hey! Wait. You’re gonna need some things!” He left Gris to chase after Grisha. He offered him a hard hat. Grisha accepted the fancy hat but turned down any other tool the chief tried to give him. He left his bag in the chief’s care as he entered the mine. “Try not to die down there!” the chief yelled. If the little girl Gris had decided to follow Grisha, neither the Saiyan nor the project chief were expecting it. WC: 387 Tagging: Gris
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Post by Grisha on Jan 2, 2021 12:52:16 GMT -8
The mines smelled musty. Stone had a dust-like cologne that felt like it coated the inside of Grisha’s nostrils. The tunnels were so empty that his weighted footsteps resonated throughout it. He could hear his feet kicking along rocks and stone fragments, and hear the dripping of water the deeper he traveled. It sounded lonely. The darkness embracing him only detoured by the torchlight he passed was not comforting. It made him retreat deep into his mind, reminding him of the sadness and regret that sat on his shoulders throughout the entirety of his journey. He left his home and people who loved him. It was so he could become stronger. Had he become stronger? Grisha had yet to be pushed beyond his limits by the enemies he so far encountered. The rest of the world seemed weak. The miners could have been too weak to escape being trapped. Grisha raised a hand to his head, grasping the side of his forehead as he groaned at his thoughts. Why did he think such things? He needed to think only strong thoughts and stand firm in his decision. His heart, unfortunately, felt weak. He missed his family. The tunnel ended at a cracked wall. It wasn’t like the perfectly shaped passages supported by wooden beams. Someone had accidentally revealed it. A pickaxe that could have been used to reveal it lie on the ground. Grisha crouched and sniffed the pickaxe and then gazed into the black fissure. The fissure breathed like a maw, and its breath smelled of blood. The Saiyan’s tail unraveled from his waist to stiffen behind him. The scent had unnerved him. Could it have been blood caused by an accident? It smelled so thick. Grisha nervously growled and cautiously started to enter the crack. The giant was forced to turn sideways. He squeezed his way through the narrow gap, hoping that the space really hadn’t been a mouth. When he stepped through the other side, he found a dark cavern. There was a torch lying on the ground and burning as though someone had dropped it recently. Grisha picked it up and continued his search, illuminating the chamber that spiraled like a snail shell. From the cavern’s appearance, Grisha knew that he was no longer in a mine. He was in a den, and whatever lived there enjoyed the taste of blood. WC: 395
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Post by Grisha on Feb 14, 2021 13:46:03 GMT -8
Grisha shined his torch upon the walls and examined the patterns in the stone. They had been made by fang and claw. A second layer covered them that resembled mud. The Saiyan stepped closer to sniff the substance and immediately recoiled in disgust. His hand quickly clapped over his nose as he felt every hair on his body raise from the chill he felt. He supposed if a creature was burrowing in the rock, then it all had to come out somewhere. He turned back to his path and resumed his search.
The spiral seemed to go on forever. The longer he walked his monotonous course, the more he found himself zoning out. He started to sink into autopilot until he heard a voice.
“Is-is that a torch?” a frightened and masculine voice rang out.
Grisha stopped and shined the torch in the direction where he had heard it.
“Aye,” Grisha answered.
“There’s someone there! Please! Please help us!” the man started to panic.
“Ssh! Shut your mouth. The creature could hear you and return!” another voice shushed.
Grisha strode closer to the voices and saw a crack in the wall. Boulders appeared to be stacked and covered in the offensive paste as though to seal the miners inside. He noticed a pair of human eyes peering through the crack at him. Grisha told them, “Grisha help.”
“Who is that? He sounds like a neanderthal!”
Grisha scowled, his eyes narrowing as he silently regarded the miners in their predicament. A sweat bead descended the side of the miner’s face as he frantically apologized, “Don’t mind him! He’s a fool. You look big and strong. Did the project chief send you?”
Grisha tilted his head to the side, suddenly feeling indifferent to their plight. “Maybe…”
“Uh, we’re sorry. We’re really sorry. Please! Please free us! We won’t call you stupid again! Right guys?”
The other miners muttered nervously, “Uh, yeah. You’re pretty smart to have found us.”
Grisha rolled his eyes and advised, “Get back.”
“You don’t seem to have a pickaxe…”
“GET BACK!” Grisha growled.
The miners fearfully fled as far back in their containment as they could. Grisha set the torch on the floor and curled and uncurled his fingers before balling them into rock-shattering fists. With a growl—mainly in disgust at having to touch the wall—Grisha’s fist slammed into the barrier. He continued to punch the wall, cracking the rocks until they crumbled to pieces. He made just a big enough hole for the miners to crawl out. Stooping to reclaim the torch, Grisha stepped back and lit the hole so the miners could safely escape.
“He just broke through the stone wall with his bare hands!” a miner whimpered in awe.
“The chief knows how to hire contractors.”
“You saved us! Thank you!”
A shrill, monstrous shriek resonated throughout the spiral chamber. The miners trembled in terror and whimpered, “It’s the monster! It heard us! We need to run!”
Grisha faced the winding corridor and shot two chutes of determined steam from his nostrils. He handed the torch to one of the miners and told him, “Hold fire. Grisha kill beast.”
“You’re-you’re crazy! You-you don’t even know the size of it? It-it has sharp teeth, multiple legs, and its as large as this tunnel! It’ll eat us alive! It buried us in that hole to save us for later!” the miner explained.
Grisha glanced over his shoulder at the timid miners and sighed. They were going to get in the way. He faced them with his hands upon his hips and agreed, “Grisha help escape. After, Grisha fight monster.”
The miners nodded in agreement. The Saiyan pointed back the way he came. “Escape that way. Go.”
The miners made a dash up the winding tunnel. Some of them were panting. They could feel the burn of the brutal incline in their thighs. Grisha picked up the stragglers, draping them over his shoulders like towels as he continued along the tunnel. When they reached the crack, Grisha had about five exhausted men cling to his belt, arms, legs, and waist. It reminded him of the children in Kousetsu Village. The giant Saiyan stopped before the crack and the panting miners started to climb down his body.
“We’re finally here. Thank goodness,” one panted. “I remember this crack. If we all get through, then we can seal it up for good.”
The idea had been a sound one until the beast’s cry screamed behind them. Grisha could barely see the creature, but he knew it had seen them. The miners needed time to get through the crack. The Saiyan growled and yelled at the miners, “Hurry! Go!”
The miners started to crawl through the crack one at a time. Grisha could hear the creature’s claws scraping along the stone as it charged toward them. Gradually, the cave started to fall into darkness and that was when Grisha noticed the last miner entering the crack with his only source of light.
“Wait! Need light!” Grisha exclaimed. He lunged at the crack and clawed at the miner who frantically fled his grasp.
“No! I won’t go back!” he shouted before he tumbled into the mine in a heap, the torch clattering next to him.
The other miners cursed at him, “Idiot! You have the torch! He can’t see without it!”
One of the miners snatched up the torch and raced to the crack to hand it to Grisha when he saw the Saiyan suddenly get whisked away before his eyes. The miner’s face went pale and he stepped back from the den entrance. “He’s gone,” he breathed.
The miners hung their heads in shame and sadness. “He risked his life to save us and we got him killed…”
One of the miners grabbed the coward by his collar and shook him angrily, “WHY DID YOU TAKE THE TORCH!?”
“I forgot I had it! I wasn’t thinking! I’m sorry!” the coward wailed.
“We…we need to go back to our families,” one of the miners concluded. The men regretfully nodded in agreement and ventured out of the mine.
WC: 1,017
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Post by Grisha on Feb 27, 2021 17:50:35 GMT -8
The five miners silently left the mine to be welcomed on cheers and applause by their peers. The project chief threw back his head with a boisterous laugh as he exclaimed, “I can’t believe he did it!” The chief and the other miners circled the rescued men and bombarded them with questions. How did you get out?Did that big guy we send in really help you guys?Where is he anyway?The five miners remained silent, adverting their eyes in shame. The coward trembled and bit his lip. Feeling the anxious pressure rise within him, he clenched his eyes closed and opened his mouth to scream it had been his fault, but his voice was drowned out by a low, muffled shriek that shook the ground. The miners’ eyes were wide in alarm. The ground rumbled beneath their feet, and the project chief shouted, “Run!” They bolted away from the mine as the tunnel collapsed, and rupturing from the ground in a waving tower was a colossal worm. The worm’s jaws were spread wide like the petals of a flower as it screeched into the blue sky. Dropping from its head was a tailed giant, who landed in crouch. He slid back across the sand and dropped onto his hands to slow his slide. He bared his teeth at the creature like a feral hound, his tail stiff behind him. The cowardly miner shouted in relief, “Holy cow, he’s alive!” “Who is this guy?” they wondered. WC: 247 Tagging: Tolvur-Q12
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Post by Tolvur-Q12 on Feb 27, 2021 18:30:47 GMT -8
There was power being thrown around. Not much, but enough for the mandroid to take notice of a situation somewhere under the ground. Bryce knew in what direction but this was mostly it, but there was nothing keeping him from finding out. And quickly, as he moved, the power split into several entities, feeling not one or two signatures, but a whole lot. Two major ones and a bunch of smaller ones. Now he did not know what power belonged to who or what, but he did know that now that he was able to sense the signatures as being seperate.. they were below his. But he hadn't worked out in a while, so this could very well be the excuse he needed.
Moving forward he quickly found that the energy he felt came from a stone quarry, there was a puff of smoke to be seen and a few dots. The dots, as he flew closer and closer, turned out to be simple workers that had run away from the puff of smoke, and turned out to be less than acceptable in power. But when he scanned the area further he felt the power that drew him there.
He dropped down even further and took note of the man with the tail who had slid across the ground, before him the actual monster that held not only an acceptable energy signature but also a decent size. It actually succeeded in making Bryce smile.
So he made his way closer to the beast, making sure he wouldn't be noticed by either the monster or the man on the ground. Assuming it was a man. Saiyan?
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Post by Grisha on Mar 1, 2021 19:17:53 GMT -8
The worm cursed at the sun. Its blazing heat was evaporating the muck and moisture off its segmented and hair-speckled flesh. It started to bow. Its head plunged toward the earth like a great weight, and its mouth closed, forming the pointed shape of a drill prepared to pierce the hot sandstone. Grisha’s fingers latched onto the dirt like claws as he pulled himself forward. His strength had been so great that he flew temporarily across the ground before his feet touched down beneath him and carried him, staggering and sprinting, toward the worm’s descending head. Growling deeply, he swung his arms swiftly to propel himself, faster and faster until his body near disappeared in the scattering sand. The worm’s beak seemingly touched the ground until a loud bang resounded. It resonated throughout the quarry like thunder and the miners stared in slack-jawed awe as the worm’s head whipped to the side as if it were struck by a colossal truck. Its beak dragged, creating a trench-like half-circle before it lifted its skull. It rocked its head backward and screamed in what was believed to be pain from the strike and as steam started to lift off of its body. Grisha stood at its base, his fist raised beneath his chin as he flared his nostrils and exhaled a blast of aggressive air from them. WC: 225 Tag: Tolvur-Q12
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Post by Tolvur-Q12 on Mar 1, 2021 20:25:23 GMT -8
Still he didn't know whether it was man or saiyan, despite the tail here telling him otherwise. But he was more focused on the giant creature and whatever this brute would do, seeing as he was part of the reason he appeared in said location.
Standing upon a rock with a single foot to keep his balance as he watched on, he could clearly feel the vibrations of the power being thrown around move through his semi-metal body, yet he wasn't all that impressed with just the idea of power until it was actually shown by this guy basically turning himself into a catapult and forcing the worm to hit the ground. Quite the feat. In fact, it succeeded in making Bryce want to join in on the thrashing, though as much as he wanted to he would have to finish the worm first. Maybe he could fight that giant man-beast after?
Slowly the mandroid took his foot off his perch and hopped down from the 'pedestal' as the damage had been done, the two locked in a wordless fight continuing with just sounds and, in the case of the tailed one, a fun looking huff of whatever. Excitement? That thought actually made him assume this thing was a saiyan. Those liked fighting, right? And as he tried to find a safe time to land next to this big thing, not knowing if he would be the target of some kind of giant flailing about in search of something to release his anger on, he decided to speak up a bit. Though it would not only be about what this guy was doing or why he was doing it here, but also what the hell this thing in front of them was.
''So, big guy, did this thing take your steroids?'' Bryce tried joking, his eyes trained upon the worm. ''It looks pumped up. You should do something about it.'' The mandroid was mere seconds away from tapping the assumed saiyan on his shoulder, showing he had no real intention to fight this thing himself unless he was attacked first. Which was a possibility right now.
And he wasn't sure if it was going to be the worm. =================== WC: 368 TWC: 3,718
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Post by Grisha on Mar 3, 2021 7:18:40 GMT -8
From beneath the yellow, hard hat that protected his skull, Grisha examined the beast. His grey eyes roved over its segmented body, wondering if any of it was meat, and if it tasted good. What started as a battle to protect the miners became a hunt for the scarce substance called food. The Saiyan heard a voice next to him, and then suddenly, there was a man. Grisha glanced away from the worm to regard Bryce with wide-eyed surprise. He hadn’t even detected him. He glanced over his shoulder at the miners he could clearly sense watching in the distance, but the man addressing him had no presence. Grisha’s nostrils wiggled some as he sampled his scent. It hadn’t smelled like anything humanoid (to include the Beastmen) or Saiyan—two scents he was mainly familiar with. His language was strange or…he just didn’t know what he was talking about. Grisha’s eyes were suddenly two black dots that stared blankly at Bryce. What were steroids and why would the worm take them? He silently wondered. Grisha was an unusual being. The orange robes that wrapped his broad frame and the sandals that clung to his feet may have implied he was from a desert tribe. The miner’s hat was the sharp contrast. A full, black beard covered his face, connecting at the sideburns to hair that had grown a few inches thicker than when he first started his journey. As Bryce’s attention returned to the worm, Grisha glanced up to see the creature whipping its head down upon them like a club. He hadn’t known who, what, or how strong Bryce was, but he treated him like any innocent potentially in danger. The Saiyan would attempt to shove him strongly out of harm’s way as he leapt out from under the head that struck the ground like a hammer. WC: 308 Tag: Tolvur-Q12TWC: 4,022
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