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Post by Aichi on Aug 19, 2021 15:05:38 GMT -8
The wind was strong and sturdy in the face of Aichi, who stood just outside of the borders to Mud City. A smaller city in between the ever burning brush fires of the desert and an incredibly humid forest filled with coniferous trees; Mud City was his most recent prospective city to become a landowner withjn.
After visiting the local real estate office, the red headed Saiyan was unfortunately let down by their refusal to barter a home with him. Despite a thick wallet filled with Zeni, homes just weren't for sale. Due to a "localized threat" the insurance rates were too high for house sales. Local city ordinance just wouldnt allow the landowners to sell homes with such a high insurance rate.
In fact according to the scrawny little piglet who was helping Aichi at the desk, Mud City was under pandemic measures; which included increased taxes.
Blissfully ignorant of how pandemic taxes influence insurance rates, Aichi didn't particularly care to hear the excuses. Desperate for a home to make his life around, he figured it would be best to move on.
Taking the time to rest before embarking toward the next city, Aichi decided to rent a hotel room and get cleaned up for the up and coming travels around Southland. I
t had been a week since he shaved, and besides that he also longed for a hot meal. Upon getting fresh and cleaned up, Aichi decided to investigate the city's status. Hopeful learning about taxes would increase his odds of bartering for a home, the fire headed Saiyan explorer the small city.
A few days of investigating people and the cogs of Aichi's internal motivation were cranking. It seemed tax study wouldnt be his subject while in Mud City.
After spending an hour in dutiful conversation with a barmaid, he discovered this "localized threat" was much greater than sand storms or roving dinosaur tribes. In fact according to the barmaid it wasnt a threat at all, but instead a master of martial arts who saved Mud City. Of course the city disagreed with that heroic status, but she quietly told the story anyways.
Local bands of demons had been rallying power around the city to take over and replace the nominative human government with more tribal measures of enforcing the law of Demons. While this surely seemed like an excusable reason to raise insurance rates, that just wasn't the case.
After the city elect rallied a task force to neutralize the demons most of the city returned to normal. The squad of twelve attacked the demons in the woods near Mud City, and everything seemed to be fine again according to the barmaid. However after a few days, the demons returned in greater numbers and ransacked the city.
Aichi thought this was it, the great threat revealed. Of course he had been in the city for a few days now, and saw no demons; so not to his surprise the supposed threat had still yet to be introduced.
The barmaid continued her story while Aichi sipped on a chocolate milkshake and listened intently.
For a week the demons freely robbed, destroyed and captured however they chose. It seemed there was no end to the threat, and the city officials were without any form of defense since he demons had killed or enslaved the original squad meant to protect the city. Things were looking grim for Mud City.
By the end of the week however, things were destined to change. Nearby the city was a fabled hidden dojo where the Fist of the South Star trained, and after hearing upon the evils presented to the city; the valiant warrior decided to intervene on his own accord. Familiar with the local demons by way of his fists, he knew his presence would scare them away from Mud City.
Early in the morning the Fist of the South Star struck. Flying high over the city in the wee hours of morning time, he aimed his hand at the trespassing demons. At least three dozen were packed together in that moment, strolling through the streets looking for a victim before they returned to their make shift camps with a meal.
A bright green flash sparked in the sky, and the masters ki spread wildly like vines on a lattice. In one fell swoop the energy strike blasted the demons, burning every one of them to death in mere seconds. Without a trace the master teleported away.
While this seemed like a blessing to Aichi, and the barmaid agreed; the local government viewed it as another threat by the incomprehensible demons. While they knew of the Fist of the South Star, he was reportedly fickle when it came to mingling with society. The human led government officials put the city in a pandemic status, certain he was trying to illusion them towards a more sinister plot.
Aichi simply did not believe that to be true, so he spent the rest of that day gathering some materials. His plan was to track the faint Ki presence north of the city, and hopefully meet this master to become a disciple. A quest Aichi often embarked on as a wandering fighter who studied various disciplines of martial arts.
For three days Aichi traveled directly north. Had he not been using his compass he wouldn't have believed that this Ki presence would be so directly positioned in the same direction as True North. Wary that demons would be on the route Aichi took his time in case of an ambush, but there wasnt any such thing.
Ascending a mountain by way of a grown over dirt path, the Ki presence was starkly poised at the summit. Aichi could feel immense presence up the mountain, and knew this master was truly as mighty as described by the barmaid. Filled with excitement Aichi made a running start up the mountain.
Traveling high up the mountain took a whole week. Unfortunately Aichi had not brought water resistant clothes, and the constant rainfall had drenched him. Nevertheless he continued on, fantasizing what miracle techniques this Namekian Demon was capable of.
Sloshing inside of his shoes, Aichi approached a large stone gate at the peak of the mountain. The gates of Southern Star Dojo was marked as such, and he excitedly smirked with the feeling of accomplishment warming his cold soaked bones.
Once he had reached the altitude where never ending rain fell, the destination became very clear. The road was cemented into the ground by hexagonal bricks, and even featured rest stops complete with a make shift roof to dry under. The peak of the mountain was well kept, and various flowers were growing along the road. Even at the gate Aichi could tell this Star of the South tended to his home well. Various Chibi themed Namekian statues were poised on the top most edge of the gates walls, each polished with grease to be water resistant.
Holding his hands to his mouth Aichi screamed forward and beyond the great walls. "Master of the South Star?! My name is Aichi Genki, and I heard how you saved the city! I want to thank you personally, and-"
Suddenly cut off by a loud rumbling, the gates began to open before Aichi. Hands wet with rain water he slicked his red hair back and excitedly fist pumped the air.
[Power Level: 78] [TOTAL WORDCOUNT: 1,234]
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Post by Eris on Aug 19, 2021 16:21:34 GMT -8
"Dji-ro-doo.." Eris muttered to herself as she tore the weather-worn advertisement off the decaying brick wall of the sketchy restaurant she had just gotten her ramen from. FIST OF THE SOUTH STAR was written boldly across the top with the apparent name of the warrior underneath. A namekian, huh? It had been awhile since she'd seen one of those or any higher leveled sentient being. The demoness spent the last fortnight in a state of meditation and fasting due to one of these exact kind of flyers. It claimed to kickstart the body into a higher state of being, but all Eris felt was hungry and tired all the time. Although she wasn't keen on wasting even more of her time, this flyer did pique her interest. From there on the demon would embark on the perilous journey through blistering cold and scorching desert, traveling for many days and nights, risking life and limb to reach the Sothern Fist. Boom! Timeskip
It was an amount of time later that Eris found herself trekking up some mountain in the middle of nowhere. The perfect spot that meditation flyer had described. 'Maybe that's why it hadn't worked...' She shook her head of the thought and returned her focus on the climb. She had no real trouble finding the place. The ki radiating from here was easily traceable by anyone with even mediocre senses. The only thing that threw her off somewhat were the other ki signatures heading this way and the few already here, probably servants or members she thought. Eris straitened herself as she exhaled. Only a little bit to go before the summit appeared. It was at this point that the rumbling of the gates started to shake the very foundation of the mountain itself. Dust and dirt scrambled off the sides of the worn path and down the very steep siding. A muffled voice screamed something she couldn't quite make out. Seems she wasn't the only tourist who got word of new trainee prospects.
A few minutes later, finally atop the mountain, the demon took a breather to look around before deciding it time to remove her rain cloak. She continued down the road to where a male was standing. Deep orange hair with a reddish hue cascaded shortly from his head. His clothes were obviously drenched and the rest of him looked like he had climbed through mud. If not prepared for the journey here at all, he was at least determined. An admirable trait. Eris simply looked at Aichi without saying a word. Not knowing a single thing of the city he had just traveled through nor the South Star's fight against demons despite being a demon himself. None of this was in the flyer...or maybe it had been. Eris wasn't keen on reading the finer print of such things. The demon's attention turned from the man to the now fully open gate. It seemed there were some figures to greet them.
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Post by CloudTF458 on Aug 20, 2021 6:07:36 GMT -8
Alaka had been quite busy as of late. Ever since Nalakazam came to life, she's had a place to stay. But it didn't mean that her journey was over, in fact, it was far from it. She was still far away from her goal of becoming a master fighter and even further from accomplishing her secondary goal of exploring everything the world had to offer. And so, before long she had left the majin city to explore what the southern lands had to offer.
She had received some information from Nal about a city not too far from Nalakazam. Mud City. A place where Alaka could stop by in order to plan where she'll be taking her next step. It wasn't too far from Nalakazam either, in fact, it was close enough that she managed to arrive in just a day by foot. Granted she wished she could just fly over there, but Nal's doing her best to train Alaka to do so. And while she'd have loved to learn to fly first before heading out...You can't just wait around when there's so much to explore!
And so here she was. She arrived late afternoon, when the activity was at it's highest. The noise of the city was, while not as much as one of the bigger places that she's visited, still pretty annoying to the majin. "I'll just find a nice place to sleep and worry about where I'm heading tomorrow." She told herself as she walked down the streets in search of a place to sleep the afternoon off, but on the way...
"CANDY SHOP!" Alaka yelled out with pure glee as she, during her walk, ended up spotting quite a big candy shop on the streets! JUST HER KIND OF PLACE! Without any hesitation the majin dove straight past the crowd of people to the shop of sweets. Luckily for her it didn't seem like there were many people inside, though...The mood of the shop was quite grim. Actually, when she fully got inside she could see that it looked so very...dire. While outside the bright neon sign flashed the name of the building with energy, inside, it was all so empty, dim-litted, like something out of a horror movie.
"Eeeh?" And much to Alaka's surprise when she walked up to the counter, there were only so many candies left! "What happened here?! Where are the candies?" This was so sad! The majin even shed a tear at seeing such an awful counter that was supposed to display tons of candies.
"We had an incident a while back, pinkie." Spoke the person on the other side of the counter, a tired-looking guy whose work hat covered his face. "Demon bandits did us bad. We won't be having a new shipment until next month."
"What?! Oh, tell me where I can find them, I'll DESTROY them for messing with the candies!" Alaka's ki was steadily rising up as her anger grew. How dare they! How dare they take the candies that she was going to eat! But then...
"Don't sweat it, pinkie." The man said. "It's already been taken care of." This left Alaka bumped for a moment. Already taken care of? Wait...Oh, she got it, she got it real good!
"Don't tell me...the workers here are powerful as heck!?"
"Uh, no, nothing like that." The male shook his head. "You haven't heard? I don't blame you. The goverment here try to keep it quiet." Slowly he leant forward to face the lil majin. "The Fist of the South Star has been cleaning up town, getting rid of the bad apples around here."
"Fist of the South Star?" Alaka couldn't help but lean forward with pure childish curiosity. Who was that mysterious guy? What followed was a brief rundown of the legend of the Namekian, of how he came out of nowhere to help the city with it's demon trouble, then against some bandits, and a few other problems that the city had. Eventually after some time passed and the story was told the man leant back while Alaka just remained there taken back with both surprise and praise for the legendary fighter.
"...And that's pretty much it. The officials around here try to paint him in a bad light but if you ask me, they're as useless as those demons." With a small laugh he stood from his seat behind the counter. "Anyway, it's been a good chat, pinkie, but I've got to prepare to leave." After being told so much about the legend, Alaka couldn't help but WANT to meet the guy. To train under him. She wanted to FIGHT AND LEARN FROM HIM! And the tale it'd be for Nal to hear...Oh man, she just couldn't let this chance pass.
"Wait! Where can I find this guy? Where?!" Alaka asked with quite a rush in her voice. The man turned to her and shrugged, telling her that it wasn't well-known, but that she'd have some luck by heading south, to the mountains and going up there. That was the only lead Alaka had, but it was better than nothing. She thanked the man and quickly left the candy shop, now filled with enthusiasm to find this man and train under him.
Her journey to the mountain was a tough one as well. Day and night she traveled, ocasionally stopping to set up camp, eat, and then resuming her travel the next morning. Eventually, she had arrived at the mountain. She didn't need to even climb all the way up to start feeling the Ki that was just radiating like a lighthouse from the top. This was the place and she was 100% sure of it. No, 200% sure. And so she fixed her travel bag, made sure her boots were tight, and she began to trek up the mountain, to reach the top a while after. As she got close she felt more and more ki signatures at the place. One was above every single other signature, stronger, and she was sure that was from the mysterious warrior she was here for. But the others weren't as telling. Maybe they were others that came here for the same reason as she did? She wasn't sure.
Eventually she reached the top a few minutes after, her own attire covered in bits of dust and dirt. As she got close, she spotted two other people already here. One was a man with orange hair, the other a lady with red skin. Both had fairly strong Ki signatures, just like the majin's. And looking at how passive they seemed, maybe they weren't here for a fight. Lame. But whatever!
The pink majin approached the fellow travelers and gave a small wave. "Yo!" She greeted while getting closer, only to have her attention caught by the gate that was finishing opening. Oh boy, she made it just in time!
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Post by Vidar (PROJECT: RAGNAROK) on Aug 20, 2021 14:26:19 GMT -8
They were impressive. His new arms that is. Ever since he was given these new limbs, Vidar could not stop looking at them. Not only were they beautiful to behold, they felt not only lighter but stronger. The materials were top of the line. He could move them, work them, without any effort at all. It was one arm, at first; he had lost it during his match against Riku, his cyborg samurai friend, and then after much wandering with just one arm - his shattered arm in pieces and kept in a sack that he carried with him in hopes of repairing it - he ran into Tiger Lily again and this time took her up on her offer of getting much needed repairs and upgrades.
It was just so lucky that Toad Lily had been around, apparently on a research vessel doing some kind of research on Namekian and demon physiology for his dissertation, or so that is how Tiger Lily had put it, and as if speaking of the Devil calls him forth, Toad appeared on the shores of the small spit of land that Tiger Lily, Vidar, and Kitara - the lone female Namekian that he's met at least twice now - had gathered on in order to have brunch.
Now, there he was. Once again, he was with two arms and it felt so good. The old arms had served him well for many years. But, he knew his new limbs would serve him for far longer. They were new, updated, and state of the art.
His eyes glowed a soft shade of gold as he peered over at one of his arms.
RUNNING SCAN... LEFT ARM. SCAN? Y/N... Y. SCANNING... 25%....50%....74%....89%....93%....95%....100%. SCAN COMPLETE.
All the data that filtered down before his eyes left him amazed. These arms were very much better, stronger, more durable, than the ones he had been augmented with, the arms he had awoken inside of Dr. Kringle's lab with.
WEAPON SYSTEM CHECK?
He looked through the weapons in both arms. Much like his old arms, these contained hidden weapons; mainly a powerful Gatling gun but also allowed him to unleash his most destructive attack, in his opinion.
A small smile crossed his lips and he turned his eyes upon the waters before him. He had to test out his new arms. He had not done many tests until now; oh he's checked their weight, their balance, etc. But, he wanted to test their power now.
He clasped his hands together, his eyes narrowing as his hands clamped together, and metal plates shifted and gears turned and the tall blonde's body appeared to radiate heat. The areas between the metal plates in his arms began to glow as his hands formed into his desired weapon.
"Royal Flush!" He called out as a massive cone of flames erupted from his arms; flames and ki fused together, blazing hot and roaring. The cone shot forward, over the water, with such force, with such heat, that the water parted beneath it and steamed, boiling and steaming and rising into the air as a cloud. When the flames died down, the water closed up again, the wound in the sea sealing, and the steam began to rain down as it cooled and became liquid once more. It looked as if it were raining in that one spot; rainbows streaked across the air through the falling droplets as the sun's rays shone through.
WEAPON CAPABILITY... 100%...
As he returned his arms to their normal mode, he heard someone whispering. He peered over. There were other people there, farther away from where he was, pointing at him. This was a beach, after all, and there were tourists. There had been none in the area where he fired his attack, but apparently some had heard the roar of the flames and had come to look.
Among the group was a young man. He was impressed, or at least, the look of awe on his face gave off that impression.
"Hey...uh...are you like...a Super hero or something? Like...from the WCU?" The boy stepped forward; he appeared to be in his mid teens, perhaps somewhere between fifteen and seventeen.
"WCU?" For a moment, Vidar was unsure as to what he was talking about.
"The Wonder Cinematic Universe... Um, they're movies about superheroes based on the Wonder Comics... Never mind. I was just asking because I know someone who may need your help."
Wonder Cinematic Universe? Superheroes? Wonder Comics? He had never heard of those. But he has never gone to the movies before. But, apparently someone needed his help.
"Yeah, in Mud City..." The boy attempted to explain, mentioning the demon raids, the fact that they were being taken care of, but what caught Vidar's attention was the name. The Fist of the South Star.
His golden yellow eyes widened within their black sclera.
"Give me the coordinates."
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It took some time to arrive to Mud City. The boy's directions were anything but helpful. Ultimately, he had to use satellite data in order to triangulate the fastest route there. Even flying it took at least a day to arrive at Mud City. Arriving, it became clear that the atmosphere was not a jovial one.
He spoke to several people, including a man who was dressed somewhat like a police officer? The peace officer looked disheveled, nervous, and on edge.
"Yeah, the Fist," The man sighed a bit, "He's a ...well he's a vigilante. A good guy, I guess? I mean he got rid of the demons raiding the city. But, I'm the law, and I gotta follow the law, and... the city has labeled him just that, a vigilante."
"He is quite a dangerous individual..." He recalled the last time he met the Fist of the South Star... His attack had done almost nothing to him. His power had been... overwhelming.
"He's supposedly atop a mountain?"
That was all he needed to know. He asked, once again, for coordinates, although this time they were far more helpful. He traveled for at least a day before he came across the mountain. It appeared to just be sitting out there in the middle of nowhere. It was odd. A lone mountain not part of a range. Not abnormal. But it still felt strange to him.
He climbed the mountain. It took time. The wind whipped at him, and it felt as if the mountain itself were attempting to push him off, or at least hold him back, as if it knew the danger he was walking towards with each step.
At the very top, after he was left soaked by the constant rain, he saw them; Aichi, Eris, and Alaka. He didn't know any of them. Though, it made him question why they were up there? Were they also there to meet with the Fist?
"If it is alright with you, I will be joining you." Vidar raised his hand, looking somewhat out of place; the blonde hair, the strange colored eyes, the obviously synthetic limbs. His shirt was practically transparent now, sticking to his torso due to it being sopping wet. He didn't notice.
WC: 1,200 | 1,200 CWC: 4,086 | 14,000
Starting PL: 30,396
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Post by Grisha on Aug 20, 2021 18:43:28 GMT -8
Grisha had spent months in the desert, and it hadn’t been easy. He wasn’t sure he would ever like the sun or heat. The sky over Walrus Island was always overcast. The dreadful burning orb in the sky had become his enemy. With his vast appetite, everything was food no matter if he ate it raw or cooked. He had eaten bugs, reptiles, mammals, and birds. Food was plentiful when he ate everything he came across. He was lucky to find an ostrich chicken. Without any patience to start a fire, the giant had instead torn into the creature. His hands and mouth were covered in blood and feathers, while he squatted before it, holding its large leg up to his mouth as he sank his teeth into its juicy meat. His jaws broke the tendons like threads, while he chewed the warm and gummy muscle. As he ate, a silhouette appeared amongst the waves of heat, rippling off the orange, sandy terrain. Grisha’s dark brows converged as his grey eyes watched the figure with caution. As the man drew closer in his approach, Grisha stopped eating and glared at him. What is this creature? Is it a demon? the stranger wondered. He could sense quite a sizable power level, matching the predator’s large body. He stopped approaching, when he saw Grisha baring his bloodstained teeth at him. All the Namekian saw was blood, feathers and teeth among a thick mane of hair. The average desert wanderer might have turned tail and fled from the sight. Unfortunately, for this creature, he wasn’t just some wanderer. The mysterious man raised his arm with his palm directed at the beast. Grisha’s grey eyes shrank and his dark-hair rose like hackles in alarm when his sixth sense started to warn him of the danger. Dropping the ostrich leg, he dove to the side as a yellow energy sphere flew into the ostrich chicken corpse and scattered its remains in an explosion of fire and smoke. The giant’s mouth dropped in shock, and for a brief moment, there appeared to be saddened expression on his face. It had been a waste of food, and he had been lucky to find it! The worst part was that he was still hungry. Grisha’s teeth came together and a growl, rising in volume like a volcano about to explode rumbled from his throat. In a furious tantrum, the Saiyan threw wide his arms and vented his anger into the sky on a bellow. The Namekian dropped his arm as his eyes narrowed and lips sank in disappointment. It hadn’t been a demon—he should have known. The ki signature didn’t have the familiar dark feel to it. Despite the giant before him appearing frightening, there was a lot of light shining from his ki. “My mista-” The Namekian’s eyes grew slightly when the giant rapidly closed the distance between them. Grisha had lunged at the stranger with so much force that the barren and hard earth shattered beneath his feet. His fist hooked prepared to send his bone-shattering knuckles plowing into the side of his skull. The Namekian smoothly leaned back and pivoted out of the Saiyan’s path. Grisha slammed his foot into the dirt and twisted around as he continued sliding back a few feet, leaving a trench in the ground. Eyes shrunk and wild in his tantrum, he sprung at the Namekian and wildly swung at him. With a calm and nonchalant expression on his face, the Namekian leaned back, pivoted, and stepped under Grisha’s swings behind him. “Your punching is sloppy,” the Namekian grumbled. Grisha whirled with an elbow swinging around behind him toward the stranger’s head. The stranger raised the back of his fist to halt the attempted elbow strike at Grisha’s tricep. He then swung his leg out, connecting with one of Grisha’s legs and sweeping it out from under him. Grisha’s eyes swelled to the size of saucers and the rage suddenly left his face when he felt his balance shift. His back kept dropping toward the ground, and his arms comically flailed in a pathetic attempt to save himself from the fall. The Namekian watched with a slightly confused frown as he watched the giant inevitably hit the ground. Hm…he can’t fly, the Namekian thought. He peered down at the stunned Grisha and said, “If you want to get revenge against me for blowing up your meal, then come face me at my dojo.” The Namekian didn’t say anything further as a thunderous thoom signaled his abrupt departure. Grisha swiftly sat up, watching the stranger shrinking into the sky. Frowning, his nostrils flared as he took in his scent and he brought his fingers to his mouth, releasing a shrill whistle. A log swooped from the sky and soared inches above the sandy ground toward him. Grisha hopped off the ground and brought his feet down upon the log as he went soaring into the air after the fleeing meal-destroyer. A sinister grin cracked on Grisha’s face as he imagined the payback he was going to get. South Star DojoGrisha followed the Namekian’s path until it became difficult to see. There were clouds covering a large mountain and they were bloated with rain. The shower soaked him and made his thick mane soggy and heavy like a drenched sheet. His bangs kept sliding into his eyes as much as he brushed them back with his hand. The moisture had made it difficult to track him and all Grisha could do was continue blindly forward until the clouds cleared around a large dojo. The Saiyan hadn’t been much of a reader, but even with his ignorance, he suspected he had found the stranger’s home. Before the stone gate was a gathering of strange beings. There was a Horn Head, a Bubblegum Head, a Red and Steel Boy. For a moment, Grisha remained standing in the air on his floating log, wondering why so many had gathered in the same place he had. Had the Slug Face destroyed their food too? His nostrils flared and chutes of angry steam left them. Just remembering what happened had angered him. Flying over the stone gate, Grisha jumped down from atop of his Mokuzai and landed so heavily upon the ground that the fancy, hexagonal brick shattered with a loud clatter. The giant reared back and announced his arrival on a bellow, “RAAAAAAAAH!” “Grisha destroy tiny green man!” he shouted. His large hands were balled into fists. “Come out or destroy home like Green Man destroy chicken!” WC: 1,093 | 5,179 Tag: Vidar (PROJECT: RAGNAROK) CloudTF458 Eris Aichi
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Post by Aichi on Aug 21, 2021 12:21:20 GMT -8
Through the rain Djirodoo was standing underneath of a gazebo. It took some effort to discern the surroundings amidst all the rainfall but the Dojo was spacious. In the middle was the gazebo, and around it was three circular sparring rings. The white stone shined brightly on the ground. Surrounding this cement flooring were stone walls, red and mossy. The walls were incredibly high, connecting at the backside of the gate into a multi layered building.
The Dojo was quite impressive, and equally so Master South Stars ki signature was radiating wildly in the winds. Whipping about the gazebo it was clear where the group would head next.
Before stepping further Aichi paused to take in the newly arrived group. It seemed Djirodoo was a known figure, and his dojo was definitely as renown as himself. All of the arrivals were sensible as fighters and two of them seemed considerably strong.
Turning to face the group Aichi was standing before the gate. Holding his arms out the rain soaked Saiyan welcomed everyone and affectionately lit the air with a glow of ki. Suddenly light beamed within the dark rainy atmosphere, and Aichi was clearly visible.
The red headed Saiyan was entirely drenched. Resting on his shoulders was deep red hair, and his deeper red scarf was wrapped tightly around his neck. The Saiyans black tail was wrapped around his waist and tucked in the front of his black pants. The boot leg flare covered his typically blue boots, and Aichi was noticeably equipped with a white steel dagger. It shined in the light, and on the dragon headed handle a pentagram gleamed.
Poking his jaw further out of his scarf its wrap loosened a bit, and Aichi shook his head to make room. As the rain drops fell from his hair the light faded, and Aichi subsequently greeted everyone. Speaking loud over the rainfall his voice carried atop the mountain. Aichi's alphas a mid tone voice, and his laughter almost sounded like a growl. As he was giving his most friendly of introductions, it was obvious by his perfectly erect posture that Aichi was an excitable person.
First Aichi spoke to Eris, and before he did so at a six foot distance the young man bowed respectfully. Master of the Ryusha Style, Aichi held his palms together and bent his upper body. The direction of his fingers met the same trajectory where Eris'face pointed, and he returned to the upright. Speaking formally, but with a friendly inflection; Aichi said, "My name is Aichi Genki. I'm a wandering warrior, its a pleasure to meet you!" He began shouting his pleasure as thunder rolled across the nearby clouds and it got real loud.
Suddenly Aichi heard a yo from beyond, and surprisingly another follower of Djirodoo's arrived. Replying back with, "Sup!" Aichi waved from beyond Eris and smiled widely. Passion was growing as even more people began to show up, and the imagination of young Aichi was expanding. He couldnt waitnto see what kind of power all of these people held.
An Android appeared too, clearly one of the strong forces on this mountaintop. Like many Androids this male was straight to the point, a clear sign of his fast paced mental configurations. Aichi nodded in reply, hoping to be a beacon of affirmation and not serving any concrete answer. After all it was up to the Master who would be taught.
Outright bursting with excitement Aichi waved his hand and turned back towards the gate where the Master of the South Star waited for the group. Hoping the Namekian was patient, Aichi greeted one more adventurer. This one would certainly take all of the masters patience, and was quick to identify themselves as Grisha. Claiming victory over the Namekian, Grisha hollered in the rain. Aichi gave him a thumbs up, igniting his hand with a flash light wave of ki. Smiling to Grisha Aichi welcomed everyone and spoke once more.
"Well looks like you all heard of the South Star too! I'm here to learn Djirodoo's ways. He is a real mighty warrior according to Mud City's barmaids." Aichi budded as he made eye contact with everyone before turning his back to them and stepping through the gate.
Djirodoo was emanating a high quality of chakra, and the force pressed against Aichi as he casually traipsed the white cement path to the gazebo. The lightning and thunder had yet to cease, so it was loud. As presence was detected, magical torchlight lit up in the rain. Their light was faint, but helped to keep one from stepping in a particularly large puddle.
The closer they got to the gazebo and Djirodoo's image became more clear. Aichi wondered if someone had better eyesight than him, and could see him underneath the shaded outdoor structure.
Total WordCount: +810 = 2,044
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Post by Eris on Aug 21, 2021 17:26:23 GMT -8
The storm atop of the mountain began to flare up almost as if in tandem with the gathering of such strong ki. Eris wondered to herself if ki could affect the weather and further summarized that if it could, maybe that's why it was so rainy here. It was due to Djirodoo's presence.
Eris lifted her right hand up rather daintily to wave as Aichi introduced himself in a somewhat former manner. "My name is Eris it's-" She was cut off short by the arrival of the Majin and as if they had been travelling together, the Android. These must have been the other signatures that Eris felt on her way here. She reiterated herself to the whole of the group currently gathered there this time after waiting for the others to say hi. "My name is Eris, it's a pleasure to meet you." She turned her body slightly as she talked making sure they all had a face to match the name.
The Majin's and Saiyan's strength was similar to her own. The Android however was on a whole other level. If someone like him sought out the South Fist then he really must be powerful. That's when Grisha's massive presence assaulted her senses. It was even larger than the Android. She turned her head the way the others had come and watched as the savage man jumped off his log and over the group entirely landing upon the stone pathway and smashing it completely. His battle cry rattled in her chest as if it were a drum. What an immense strength. 'What was that about a chicken?' Eris snapped out of her awestruckness. The beast of a man seemed the only one here not to get training from the Namekian. Rather he was on a revengeful journey due to...food? The demon chuckled to herself.
Eris followed shortly behind Aichi as he walked towards the gazebo where Djirodoo was located. Making sure to take a well rounded walk around Grisha and the broken pathway. She must've had better eyesight than Aichi because the Namekian's features were perfectly clear to her. Like Piccolo, Djirodoo boasted an extremely tall and muscular yet lean build. His skin was a darker green and the muscle groups upon his arms and stomach were a golden hue outlined with a lavish blood red. His face had strong cheekbones and structured squarely. The singular tell tale sign of his age were the multiple skin folds upon his forehead. (Wrinkles) Encompassing his body was a deep yet dull blue gi that was tightened around his waist by way of a red belt. Upon the chest of the gi was the kanji for his name. Figuring they were now close enough, Eris bent forward in a slight bow. "I saw your flyer and figured I would come check it out, but now that I'm here I can say I'm glad I read it."
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Aichi, CloudTF458, Vidar (PROJECT: RAGNAROK), Grisha
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Post by CloudTF458 on Aug 22, 2021 8:07:21 GMT -8
Alaka's mouth was wide open as she looked around the place with pure awe. "Whooaa...It's even more awesome in person." She thought out loud as she took a good look of the area they were going to soon be visiting. She turned to look at the new arrivals for a moment. An android came in, then another Saiyan. She knew what saiyans were, Nal told her so! But...The saiyan had a strong aura about him. "I'm Alakaaaa!" She called out once she noticed that the others were sharing their names in general. Okay, just Eris and Aichi but still, with her it was a third! And so the group was assembled. Alaka took am oment to look around wondering what was going to go down now. She figured that she'd do best by sticking with someone, and so, she ended up approaching Eris for now since she seemed to be the coolest one of the bunch. And by proxy, also alongside Aichi. Like in a small party! She took al ook back at the android and scanned him over with her eyes. He seemed quite strong, and also big! That was pretty cool. And then the saiyan made himself known. Alaka shuddered for a moment. She better steer clear of him for now, he looked dangerous! Still, it seemed like there weren't many others that were going to arrive, and so her focus began to shift to the legend himself, Djirodoo! Alaka followed Eris and Aichi to the gazebo and keeping her eyes set on the green, tall, muscular yet lean man! "Whooaaa....So manly, so strong!" She said while she walked not really taking note of where she was, and before long, she ended up approaching the broken pathway without care. "I wonder what kinda techniques he knows aaaaaaaa..." She faded off as she slipped off the edge, but then, almost like in an invisible dash, she ended up faceplanting...right by Eris side! "Oof! What?" She lifted her head from the ground then she rubbed her head, confused about the whole situation. "I thought I fell..." She picked herself up to her feet and took a moment to look around, gathering her bearings before looking up at the clearer picture of the green man! "Aaah, you're so cool even while close! "She said almost as if she hadn't just almost fallen right off of the mountain. "My name's Alaka, I want to learn how to be so cool and awesome like you are!" And to accentuate, her fists began to shoot out, punching the air a few times. "Like this! and this! And WHAM EXPLOSIONS!" She fell onto her back while mimicking as if an explosion had just happened in front of her. Then as she began to sit up and giggle at her acts, she noticed that the Namekian had the smallest of grins on his face. Waaait a minute...Oh, he must've helped her when she fell! Yeah, that makes sense! He must've moved so fast that she didn't even realize. Maybe any of the others would have? Whatever the case, there he remained, staring at the group. Something was telling her that he was pretty curious to see how this all would end up unfolding. [542/6531]
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Post by Vidar (PROJECT: RAGNAROK) on Aug 22, 2021 13:05:47 GMT -8
So many people had arrived up there. Had they all flown up there, had they climbed the mountain, and for what purpose, he did not know. Vidar could only guess that these people had heard of the Fist of the South Star just as he had and had come up there to meet him, though, he was sure that none of them had the same experience he had with the Fist. Oh, would the Fist remember him? Now that he stood there, his body drenched and his shirt sticking to him, his golden eyes almost glowing in the dim light of the seemingly endless rain around them, he could not help but wonder. Was he nervous about it? Well, somewhat. The Fist of the South Star had not been particularly happy when he and the Namekian crossed paths the last time. In fact, the last time they met, he unleashed one of his most powerful attacks on the Namekian, which not only served to enrage him more, but had only mildly inconvenienced him rather than stopped him altogether. Sure, Vidar was certainly more powerful now, more powerful than he was back then, and now he had new limbs in his arsenal, upgraded and improved. But, even then, he had a feeling that the Fist of the South Star was still on a whole other level. His eyes scanned over the others. One of them was a Majin, though Vidar was unaware of this information. All he saw was a strange and bouncy individual, apparently they were filled with boundless energy and looked around with eyes filled with wonder and amazement at the scenery. He had to admit, he too was amazed by the scenery but he was better at keeping his face neutral. Instead his eyes scanned over the surrounding area, his sensors taking a seemingly endless stream of photo and video and logging it for later in his data banks. Still, he had scanned over Alaka, his eyes giving off a soft warm golden hue. Height, weight, appearance, and even power levels, his eyes picked it up, took the data and created a file. CREATE FILE? Y/N...Y FILE NAME?...UNKNOWN ID 1. Alaka had introduced herself. That was her name. EDIT FILE... FILE NAME... UNKNOWN ID 1... CHANGED TO... ALAKA ALAKA RACE: UNKNOWN FEMALE POWER LEVEL: 79 His eyes swept over to the others, to Aichi and then over to Eris, whom Alaka had apparently decided to go be near, even face planting the ground before getting up again. They were fine, apparently, or so the excited Alaka said they were. Eris was scanned as well. All of the information that he had taken from Alaka, and also from Aichi, was gathered from her as well. CREATE FILES? Y/N...Y FILE NAME?... ERIS ERIS... FEMALE RACE: UNKNOWN PL: ....CALCULATING... 122 FILE NAME? ... AICHI GENKI AICHI MALE RACE: UNKNOWN PL: .... CALCULATING... 78 "I am Vidar." He attempted to introduce himself as he took stock of those there with him. These were a strange group of people. The most powerful of them was Eris - no, nix that. Another figure appeared. He dropped out of the sky, shattering the ground beneath him and he screamed something about a chicken. Chicken? CREATE FILE? Y/N...Y FILE NAME... CHICKEN? Grisha looked oddly familiar. He had a feeling he has seen this man before. Where? He did not know, he could not recall. His eyes scanned over him, in an attempt to pull up some kind of data, all the while Grisha appeared to have some kind of issue with the Fist of the South Star. "I do not advise a direct attack. His power is... overwhelming beyond measure. You are impressive. My sensors are detecting massive amount of power in you, equal amounts of potential," he was speaking to Grisha, "But, you are not quite ready to face off against the Fist of the South Star. None of us are. The most we can hope for is that he will accept us as his pupils. Perhaps in the future, he will face off against you, and it shall be a more even match between you both." He attempted to speak the rather angry large man down. "I will find you more chicken if that will settle the matter. I will find you a lot of chicken. Just do calm down." WC: 730 | 1,930 CWC: 7,261 | 14,000
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Post by Grisha on Aug 22, 2021 18:54:10 GMT -8
The Saiyan giant’s eyes lowered from the heavens. They were small and gleaming with his rage. Growling as his fingers curled and uncurled, he had seen that the group was moving on. Unlike them, his scarred brain was unable to detect ki, and he had lost the master’s scent in the rain. One of the members addressed him and tried to dissuade him from attack, promising him chicken. Grisha closed his eyes and growled up at the sky as though battling with his pride. He had traveled all the way here, and he had called the green man out. There was no going back! Grisha glared at Vidar and hissed a warning, “Stay out of way!” He strode after the other students who basically led him to the master. Grisha stopped when he saw him, seated comfortably under the gazebo as though nothing had happened. It pissed him off; and everyone was bowing and revering him as though he were someone important. He was going to show everyone how insignificant he was. While Djirodoo was greeting the others, Grisha lowered his stance. He planted a hand upon the ground, bent at the knees, and kept an arm bent and tucked at his side. His fingers were curled like claws ready to rend. Grisha lunged with so much force the ground exploded behind him. His surroundings smeared like an oil painting, stretching into a blur as Djirodoo’s figure rushed toward him. The wind combed through his hair and rippled his orange robes. Grisha lashed out and his fingers felt only air as they slashed through a seated phantom. It had been a brief second or possibly a figment of his imagination, but Djirodoo had stood, looked him dead in his eyes, and maneuvered around him. He stood behind Grisha and among the others with his arms comfortably folded behind his back. “Welcome. I didn’t expect you to come, but I’m glad you did,” Djirodoo said. Grisha stumbled and glanced behind him with shocked eyes. The green man had moved so fast! “I wanted to apologize for attacking you earlier. In fact, I have a treat for all of you for braving the journey here. I know it wasn’t easy for some of you.” Djirodoo looked toward two rice paper doors and two attendants slid them open, revealing the hot banquet on the other side. Grisha gazed at all the food, feeling saliva welling in his mouth. He glanced at Djirodoo next and thought about how he had destroyed the dojo’s walkway and attacked him in front of the others. It wasn’t fair! He was the bad guy not him! Grisha faced Djirodoo and lowered to his knees. There was a stubborn scowl on his face and his cheeks were glowing in his shame and embarrassment. Slowly, Grisha bowed forward at the waist. “Sorry. Grisha fix everything,” he muttered. He felt too ashamed to join in the feast. Djirodoo nodded and smirked. “You can do so later. For now, everyone eat.” WC: 499 | 7,760 Tag: Vidar (PROJECT: RAGNAROK) CloudTF458 Eris Aichi
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Post by Aichi on Aug 24, 2021 4:28:34 GMT -8
While walking along the path towards greatness It was hard to stay focused with all this talk of chicken. Aichi personally found poultry to be the purest of meats, albeit lacking as a true protein. Chicken and Turkey are mostly tasteless, but satisfying to chew and easily spiced.
Walking the stone grounds he shook these errant thoughts from his head while trying to prepare himself and meet the Namekian. A cook by trade, Aichi was a warrior by heart. To maintain his integrity around new friends, he had to stay focus.
While walking Aichi heard a lot of commotion, Grishka is loud and proud, so Aichi couldnt help but feel a sense of Saiyan pride, the brazen Grishka embodying a core principle of Saiyan small talk.
Aichi rolled to his side as Grishka took the lead with a forceful leap
Still at the same pace Aichi walked into the well decorated gazebo. The long had journey was exhausting but all was instantly worth it once Djirodoo revealed his smorgasbord.
Aichi's voracious appetite was unlocked. The smell of fresh food had been imprisoned by the heavy rains, and once under the shelter Aichi and the squad was given liberty to rescue the aromatic prisoners.
Djirodoo had quite the meal presented, and Aichi found his tastes to be exquisite. There were sushi rolls, baked treats, meat and cheese, wines, liquors and even candied bacon strips.
Aichi rarely found the delicious combo of smoked bacon drizzled in confectioners slurry. The treat was rare among his home in the Southlands. It seemed today would be his lucky day, and he happily gathered himself a plate. With all of these people eating, they were quite literally having supper at the table.
Feeling quite content Aichi was still wet. Setting his food down, Aichi prepared himself for a quick dry. Checking shoulder to shoulder he looked for anyone who might get wet, and the coast was clear.
In front of his stomach were small iridescent sparkles collecting into a raindrop sized orb. Using his expert energy control by way of Ryusha; Aichi infused the quintessential Akashic resources of the mortal soul into the vital energy of Ki. The sparkles were particularly dense, and appeared smokey in the air as they floated.
Slapping his palms together the red headed Saiyan bursted the small collected orb of Ki. A minuscule concussive blast rotated the air him and water flew from his clothes. A large amount went out into the air around him but began to evaporate from the heat induced concussive blast.
Standing in a bunch of steam Aichi grabbed his bowl and walked away from the slowly dispersing fog he had created inadvertently.
Eventually he found a new spot and Aichi stood of course, holding a shallow wooden bowl with his food in it. There were various rice and chicken rolls assorted, and his candied bacon was on the side. Aichi didnt like veggies much. Two chopsticks were gently placed on the bowl, and Aichi held it with one hand. In the other hand he chomped on a long piece of candied meat. His lips were smacked wet delicious leftovers, and Aichi licked them.
As his tongue slid around his lips Djirodoo approached. Aichi got a good hard look at him now, and stopped grooming himself to pay better attention. The dark skin of the Demon Namekian was tinted black, and he had incredibly ridged features along the brow. The ridges of his face and antennae were lighter shades of green, and he was quite frankly ugly.
In fact he looked like a monster, but Aichi kept it to himself. Appearance wasnt a clear sign of anything, and he respected Djirodoo no more or less due to his horrid appearance.
Djirodoo was eating out of a cup. Blue tapioca was inside, and he seemed to be eating a favorite dessert. Casually Djirodoo greeted himself in a formal way; "It's a pleasure Aichi. I understand you respect me from my legends." Djirodoo took a scoop of pudding into his mouth. The Fist of the Southern Star then threw the entire spoon and bowl away into the air behind him. Aichi looked shocked, but quickly a magic portal opened before the flying objects path and was transported away. "As you see I have quite the Dojo. I can tell you didnt expect that. Now I would like for you to thank me as you mentioned," Djirodoo was an older man and you could tell from his tone that he was about to announce an expectation. Something the elders loved to do.
Aichi nodded gratefully, since he was originally there to thank him in the first place. Of course the meal was a great bonus, but he hadn't entirely expected the forthcomingness that would be Djirodoo's to entrust.
"Yes, study with my students here. Master some skill I sense dormant in you, and carry on the South Star legacy." The dark green hand of Djirodoo came to around Aichi's red hair. A yellow light in between the antenna of Djirodoo began glowing as he biologically gauged his power level. "Let me help you, and you will have my thanks as well." Djirodoo removed his hand from the space around Aichi's head.
Well practiced as a fighter Aichi nodded, and was glad to get the opportunity to learn a new masters style of martial arts. Accomplished with Ryusha, the Dragon Spirit Martial Arts dedicated to employing Akash as an Ability; the Saiyan knew his way around a Martial Arts dojo.
After swallowing some sweet and salty bacon after briefly considering the notion Aichi replied, "I appreciate it Djirodoo. I would be more than happy to learn your ways, and maybe share some of my own with you."
Djirodoo was smiling and wiggled his fingers in the air. A portal appeared in the air and he stuck his hand inside. Another portal by the dinner table appeared by the candy bacon, and Djirodoo grabbed one. Before biting into it he instructed the whole group.
"Now I know you have all sought out my teachings in one way or another. I do have a collection of live in disciples of the South Star. You may join them, likewise if you choose to leave that is fine. I will not permit rambunctiousness. Keep the barnyard etiquette to a minimum, there is a small field behind the Dojo with animals and fruits if you mustget feral."
Djirodoo looked at Grisha.
"So Grisha, help me collect their eggs and I will give you a young green hen as a reward. They are small, but I need the help to take care of the numerous clutches they hatch per hour and you love chickens." Djirodoo coughed awkwardly, himself a huge fan of chickens too. In fact the green hens were a genetically modified variation of Namekian frogs with chickens from earth.
Aichi stared longingly and waited for his next move or instruction. Chickens didnt really capture his interest.
"Eris and Aichi I will pair you two up, since you are the weakest of any two here combined. There is a cliff nearby here with a sort of cave underneath. The ground is made of slate rock, and if you fly above the ground during a rainstorm you can hear a whistling from the winds swiftly moving above the ground. Meditate on that rock, and harness your potential as part of your training. I want you to dedicate this time to contemplating your understanding of the resources available to you as warrior."
Djirodoo paused for a whole moment, chewing up the tasty bacon treat. It's salty sweet combo was excellently cured, and he quietly moaned with delight while he swallowed the last bite. Djirodoo had a bigmouth, and was in fact quite large over all. The bite sized treat didnt last long in his grip.
Djirodoo then motioned for Aichi to go nearby Eris whomst would become his partner. He had been standing by Djirodoo the while, and set his empty wooden bowl down Aichi moved toward his new partner.
TheFist of the South Star continued. "Now Alaka and Vidar are free to engage with my daily South Star teachings among the disciples, or in that same meditation training, or participate in a more advanced experience for the adepts of this Dojo." The Namekian materialized four large hourglass shaped gourds. "A race. On your backs you will carry two empty jugs. Whoever runs, not flies, up and down the mountain the most, and fills the jug up first will receive a special reward from me. Of course the water must fill the bottom first, and the gourds will flip upside down and empty the top. This will happen many times, and you will have to be both patient and understanding to control the overflow and spill."
"This special reard is unique to the South Star Dojo." Djirodoo extended his green arm toward an actual silver treasure chest, likely with rewards in them. The 4 Star Dragon ball was emblazoned with a rose gold seal bolted into the silver chest. Its insignia strikingly familiar with a lone crack down the DRAGON Ball, its stars were emerald jewels.
"So then enjoy this meal. Afterwards you can begin training, racing and meditating. Grisha I expect you and I can begin tending the farmlands."
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Post by Eris on Aug 26, 2021 17:22:05 GMT -8
Things were happening fast. The smol Majin girl fell over literally nothing. Vidar introduced himself and advised against the feral beast from attempting to assault Djirodoo. The lattermost fell upon deaf ears. Grisha had lunged from behind where Eris and Aichi were and to the forefront in the space between them interrupting her introduction. Rude. His outstretched hand was poised to hit the Namekian. By the time the swipe would have landed on Djirodoo, he was already behind Grisha. Eris lifted her eyes a bit as she looked at the interaction. It surprised them both. An afterimage trick..cool. Hopefully the Fist had heard her introduction at least.
Eris moved over to the newly revealed feast area as Aichi did. Not wanting to seem like she was following the Saiyan everywhere, she quickly gaited in front of him and took her normal spot in rooms, an empty corner. She picked up a plate and started to pile on the food. The demoness wasn't one to eat a lot, but this was the first meal and probably only meal she would have that day. She watched Aichi's quick dry technique curiously while stuffing her face full of regular bacon. Another cool trick although more-so than the after image. If harnessed correctly she could see the hidden power in such technique.
She ate quietly among Aichi and any others that might come by to enjoy the food. Her head lifted up from the plate of food only when Djirodoo came into the room. He was eating some sort of pudding from what she could tell and he addressed Aichi. He was openly speaking and as such it wasn't in Eris' head that listening was eavesdropping. This was proven when he spoke about teaming up herself and the read haired Saiyan. The two were close in power so it made sense...almost. Had the Namekian confused the female beings or did he assume Aichi and Eris, who were first here, to already be training partners. Eris' sensing was adept and she could clearly tell that Alaka was the weakest here making his statement inherently false. Regardless, it wasn't an issue overall. They would all eventually have to complete all courses of training and training with the Saiyan was something Eris wanted to do. Their race was renown for fighting prowess. Perhaps she could learn some fighting techniques.
Djirodoo almost forgot to mention one of the most important requirements aside from the no rambunctiousness. "There's a Genkan just down the hall from this room. In there you will find some blue keikogis. You'll be required to wear it during your time here and make sure you take good care of it. You only get two."
This news received mixed feelings from Eris. Keikogis were rather comfortable. They were only allowed two though meaning cleaning them each day was probably part of their training. Ugh. It was probably her least favorite form of discipline and one she thought to be lazily employed. She put down the now empty plate and meandered to the area Djirodoo mentioned. Midway there the hall broke into two separate passageways. One marked for each sex. She took the passage to the left and emerged shortly after adorned in the soft blue folds of the gi. It contrasted her red skin nicely she thought.
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Aichi , CloudTF458 , Vidar (PROJECT: RAGNAROK) , Grisha
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Post by CloudTF458 on Aug 27, 2021 6:54:29 GMT -8
After being spoken to by the man, the myth, the legend himself when she fell over, it was clear that Alaka was fantasizing about just what she would be able to learn from this journey. She and the others have been accepted and guided further inside, with the majin's eyes looking around with awe at the scenery on the way. "I can tell just by looking that this is your kind of place, sensei!" Oh boy Alaka was already calling the green man her sensei. That was quick!
Eventually, food came. Alaka just gasped as she noticed how big of a meal it was and, almost on cue she jumped on a seat and began to stuff herself. "Nom nom nom nom nom...." She filled her mouth with chicken, bacon, and whatever else was on her side of the table. This was even tastier than the candy in Alakazam!...No, wait, nothing was tastier than that. This was tastier than...than...uhhhhhhh....
Midway through her eating she overheard something about "etiquette" on the way. Haha, funny word! But...Oof, her tummy was beginning to feel funny too. She had eaten more than she could handle and collapsed a gainst her chair, patting her belly. It...It didn't look like she had eaten much, but maybe that was just her form. She was now 100% made of food.
Burp! She let out a rather ugly noise from the meal and earned herself a stare from her sensei. "Sorry!" She called out back, Djirodoo simply nodded a little and continued on, explaining what each of them were about to be doing. Alaka's eyes went dim for a moment as she heard what she was going to be doing. "...Whuwhat? I'm going to be...carrying jugs? What ARE jugs?!" Clearly Alaka wasn't happy with what she was told to do, nor did she understand why.
"Yes. You and Vidar, for that matter." The legend spoke back, his namekian ears easily catching wind of what Alaka said. He stood up after he was done speaking with Aichi to approach her and beckon Vidar as well. "Listen well. Not every difficult and dangerous thing is suitable for training, but only that which is conducive to success in achieving the object of our effort." He finished. Alaka struggled to find the meaning to it, and so he continued. "No matter how mundane the task, You will soon realize that it will contribute more than you realize to your growth."
"Uhhh...So, basically...Doing chores makes me strong?" Alaka rubbed her head a few times. She looked so confused, her poor head has been ravaged by words she cannot understand! "uhm...Okay, I, uh, I will fill the jugs then."
The rugged warrior took note of her confusion, but simply nodded at her. What better way than for someone to learn than by figuring it out themselves? "For now, go and change into your uniform, take the containers, and begin your training. I will be watching, so do not attempt to cheat by using flight or any special ability." His eyes shifted to Vidar to accentuate. "Your body must do the hard work, not your special traits." With that, he began to step back and turn to the table with the meal to oversee it's cleaning.
The lil majin on her part stood there trying to process what she was just told. She didn't understand al ick of it, but...if the sensei told her, then she figured it must be for a reason. "Uh...well, hi." She then turned to Vidar, her training partner for the time being. She had only ocasionally glanced his way but hadn't really focused on him until now. Her eyes scanned him over, he didn't look human. "What are you?" Alaka asked with a head tilt. He was the first andriod that she's seen this close. But before an answer could be given, she gasped. "Oh, right! I'm going to go change, meet you right here!" And so she was off. Just as quickly as she adressed him, she was now hopping her way down the passageways to the females' sleeping room. Soon she came out dressed up in the uniform of the dojo. She WAS already in a gi when she came in so this wasn't all that different. Pretty baggy though, at least for the pink majin.
She made her way back to the main room of the dojo, her hands moving to fix her Gi's belt before noticing the gourds that they were going to carry. "They're...huge." She expected small bottles not these. She tried to pick one of them up only to yelp and struggle to lift it over her shoulder. Whoa, this was heavy! She began to toy with the gourd, lifting it and lowering it a few times while she waited for her training partner to be ready.
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Post by Vidar (PROJECT: RAGNAROK) on Aug 27, 2021 21:54:00 GMT -8
He had attempted to somewhat calm Grisha. The angry rage monster of a man was screaming something about a chicken and was about to do something that, Vidar from his past experience with the Fist of the South Star, knew would be a mistake, and he tried to calm him. To no avail. Instead, Grisha hissed at him and growled at him to stay out of his way before he went after the Fist nonetheless. There was nothing that Vidar could do but watch it unfold; he watched as Grisha attacked, charged, and hit nothing but air as the Fist was much faster. Yet, what shocked him was not the speed at which the South moved. He had seen that coming, he knew this individual, or at least had met him in the past and he had seen him in action. But, what he hadn't seen coming was the sheer amount of patience that the Fist of the South Star was exhibiting.
It was strange to see him so calm. The last time that Vidar had run into the Namekian, he blew up a large portion of the desert because he appeared to be agitated by a camel and that's before Vidar attacked the man in order to keep the Beastwoman alive.
In fact, the calmness of the Namekian almost made Vidar all the more nervous. Was he planning something? Was he allowing them to be lulled into a false sense of security? He had already proven that he was fast, so fast that he, apparently, managed to stop one of the group from falling off the side of the mountain? Managed to dodge the big screaming man's attacks, with ease, and all while managing to maintain a cool and relaxed expression on his face. If he wanted to, the Fist of the South Star could easily decimate the whole lot of them. There was little that Vidar or Grisha could do to stop him; or at least that is what he imagined, what he thought. His eyes scanned over the Namekian, as he spoke to the big man who, very quickly, appeared to have been humbled as the feast was brought out and presented to the group.
Everyone else sat down quickly to eat, from Eris to Grisha, Vidar, on the other hand, hesitated. He watched the Namek, then sat down and remained silent.
It was odd how quickly everyone got to eating. As if none of what had happened outside had transpired; as if they had simply all just arrived, been invited to a nice meal, and they contently, without a single thought, took the invitation. They were eating as if they were starved. Not Vidar, though; not that he couldn't eat, he could very well eat if he desired. But, right now, he just was not particularly hungry. The blonde haired cyborg, instead, looked at each of the people at the table, Eris and Alaka, Grisha, Aichi, and the Fist of the South Star. What a predicament he found himself in, yet again.
It appeared that the Fist wanted to give them all some sort of training. He was pairing them up, pointing at each pair that he wanted to train together; and Vidar was chosen to pair up with Alaka. He allowed his yellow eyes to fall upon Alaka as they attempted to get his attention, saying Hello.
"Hello," He spoke politely as he gave a little bow of his head. Carrying a pair of jugs up and down a mountain? All without flying? What a strange form of training the Fist had in store for them; what would that teach? Control? Equilibrium? Patience? Well, there were many things that such an exercise could teach, or at least Vidar hypothesized that there were quite a large number of things. No special abilities. What did that mean? Aside from flying, that is. What kind of special abilities?
What is a jug? That is what the strange one, Alaka, had asked. For a moment, Vidar did not know how to respond to that. Even Vidar knew what a jug was, and he was usually somewhat oblivious to so many things around him.
He looked over at Alaka, "Jug, noun," his eye gave off a soft golden glow as he searched his data base for the simplest of definitions, "a large container for liquids, with a narrow mouth and typically a stopper or cap." He said, word for word, the very first definition that popped up in his database.
When asked what he was, by Alaka, Vidar remained quiet for a moment, "I am a cybernetically augmented organic being; a project created by Doctor Kringle; my code name is Project Ragnarok. Was that sufficient?"
Since Alaka had gone to change her clothing, Vidar stood from the table and made his way over to the location where he and Alaka would meet up for their training.
The jugs were a lot larger than he had anticipated. They looked heavy and they were heavy.
So he wanted them to go up and down a mountain with these things on their backs, filling it over and over again while, at the same time, somehow avoiding being drenched, avoid spilling the contents of the jug. Was it a race?
"They are quite sizeable," The cyborg looked over the jugs, "Are you supposed to meet at the bottom of the mountain and start there, or are we supposed to meet up here, work our way down, and then work our way back up again?"
WC: 920 | 2,850 CWC: 12,086 | 14,000
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Post by Grisha on Aug 28, 2021 7:07:15 GMT -8
The Namekian encouraged everyone to eat. Grisha straightened from his bow and gazed over at the food, swallowing another quart of his own saliva. Everything sure looked good, but when he was eating with others, he recalled the etiquette Lena had conditioned into him. The giant rose off his knees to his feet, using solely the strength in his legs. He ran his hands back through his thick hair, squeezing the rain water from it. He then removed his orange robes, untying the ties until the garment dropped to his sandal-carved feet, unveiling his bare and hardened body. Providing him little modesty compared to not wearing anything else, was a fundoshi. The giant gathered the clothes into a horizontal rope in his hands and twisted them, wringing as much water as his inhuman strength could out of them. He gave the robes two flaps before he laid them out on the hardwood floor. Dropping to his hands, Grisha had resembled a lion as the rest of his weight perched upon the balls of his feet. His brown tail curled into a reverse C shape above his back before he started animalistically shaking. Water scattered everywhere. A vibration passed up his tail, causing the fur to puff out as it scattered its own water. Once dry, Grisha smiled in content and bounded over to the banquet table. He landed before it on his hands and knees, staring at all the food with a large grin. “Good food!” he cheered. Djirodoo clapped a hand over his mouth to keep himself from spraying blue tapioca all over his guests and the food. His eyes near bulged out of his head at the sight of Grisha, apparently feeling too at home. Was he naked? He wouldn’t dare be naked at his dinner table! The Namekian’s face had darkened a hue, and it was difficult to tell from anger or embarrassment. It could have easily been both. Never had a guest done such a thing in his house, and he hadn’t been prepared for it. Without making too much of a disturbance, Djirodoo set his pudding cup down and stood. He walked over to Grisha who beamed up at him like a big child and snagged his shoulder before he started dragging him away. Grisha’s eyes widened in surprise that someone could actually move him. His arms and legs were comically limp like a kitten being dragged away by his mother. Djirodoo tossed him out of the dining room like a bouncer and yelled, “Go put some clothes on!” Grisha landed on his bottom with a crash before he tipped over onto his back. For a moment, the Saiyan laid there stunned looking up at the ceiling. Someone had thrown him. Eeee~h!? he mentally shrieked in disbelief. Djirodoo really had been strong. Grisha sat up and watched the Namekian in awe return to his seat at the table to resume talking to the others. A smirk cocked on Grisha’s face. If the others hadn’t been eating, then he would have challenged the master right then and there. The smell; the sight; and just knowing a strong opponent was before him got his Saiyan blood surging hotly. A student attendant sheepishly approached Grisha, bowing and offering to escort him to where he can change into some dry clothes. He gathered his damp robes for him and carried them along as they left the gazebo to elsewhere. Grisha later returned wearing a blue gi. There weren’t too many gis that could fit him, but the ones designed for the hefty warriors always seemed to work with his bulk. The excess material was long enough to reach down his long trunk to his bottom. His undershirt molded around his solid pecs that protruded slightly from his collar. Grisha, once again, sat in a lotus before the table. He didn’t immediately dig in as much as he wanted to—as much as every psychological and biological impulse flogged him for not doing so. Grisha had been taught to eat around others, especially when his appetite was so large. It may have also been a latent characteristic from when he was a general. His soldiers always had eaten first (Grisha can’t recall these memories). Djirodoo was apparently handing out what sounded like chores to everyone, and he had asked Grisha to help him collect eggs from chickens. What? Grisha grinned over at Djirodoo, wearing a classic delinquent face. “Collect eggs? Huu~h? Sounds boring,” he complained before dismissively turning his cheek to the master in time to feel his eyes, burning against it like the sun. Grisha continued to grin as his eyes carelessly rolled to the side until he noticed the pink jelly girl. He blinked as he thought, Nal? Had she changed color? As everyone started to leave the table to prepare for their training chores, Grisha’s arms became a blur. The plates, bowls, and other dishware on the table trembled and clattered as he crammed what food remained into his mouth. He had been so hungry. Surviving long months in the desert had given him an even greater appreciation for food. Tears started to spill down his swollen cheeks from the joy of tasting a delicious meal again. Umai! WC: 878 | 12,964 Tag: Vidar (PROJECT: RAGNAROK) CloudTF458 Eris Aichi
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