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Post by Hapu Dokunado on Aug 29, 2021 17:49:34 GMT -8
Dawn was finally breaking and frost spread from the fanged mouth of Hapu as he remained motionless. It was cold high atop these snowy mountains, and he wasn't dressed for it but the Shaman had entered a meditative trance. The cold was bearable in this state of mind. His scales were shimmering back and forth, creating friction to warm him like sweat would cool someone down.
Standing outside of the airport for days now he was waiting for the zeppelin sti. In the snowy conditions it was bound to be later than expected, and Hapu had been waiting for two days already. The shaman was peaceful, but his patience was wearing thin.
Inside of his hands was a steel hand rail, and Hapu was leaning over it. His hands were frozen it and gripping the cold metal tightly. Staring at the ground he was snapped from his trance by someone's loud conversation. Preparing himself for travel he waited a second before moving. Taking the Moment of peace to settle his mind he was recalling what had brought him here.
His white vest blew in the wind, and his reptilian scales were frosty. Haou was standing as still as a statue. The Dragon Shamans horns were pointing at the sky, and his tail was stretched up behind his head. The dark green scales were clearly alive, wiggling back and forth for warmth.
The recent times had been threatening to Hapu's dream and after reaching Orange City he was informed by the priest of the local Dokunado Temples that Pilaf lands were home to someone seeking Sacred Namekian Knowledge of Dragon Shards. According to the priest this person was an Arcosian, and the Temple found it to be a threat. Arcosians were known to pursue Namekian mystics for curses and various Namekian alchemical recipes.
Hapu had to move fast, and as luck would have it an airship was fast in the sky traveling towards Pilaf.
With help from his sister Temple the lead Shaman of Dokunado Temple was given a ticket aboard the famed Van Greta. An airship modeled as a private voyager, the zeppelin was steam powered. The rides were smooth, pleasant and with few stops. Only select were given access to it, so the ride would be mostly anonymous tot he public. Perfect for a Hapu to get to and from discreetly. He planned to kill this Arcosian named Juust, and made way from the Orange Dokunado Temple fast.
After traveling by cab to the nearby mountains where Van Greta frequented for pick ups, Hapu rode an air wire cart up. By steel wire he was pulled to the top, and the entire experience felt very modern. No surfaces were unwanted, and everything smelled like sanitizer. However he didn't have a choice on this federally recognized land.
Hapu didn't like the ride that much, more preferring to have climbed the mountain. Unfortunately the mountain was home to a rare species of bees and it was illegal. While he rode the cart he watched for bees, but didn't see any. Hapu was growling to himself, a common thing when he was grumpy. Like snoring.
Grumpy and sour by the time he arrived, Hapu was set off when he found out the zeppelin would be days late. Passengers had been left behind, and were being picked up before further destinations would be reached. Hapu stormed off without a word, his green ki flinging papers all over the desk. When he got inside he assumed the leaning position and waited.
For two days he had been standing like this. Not moving, and just barely breathing. Icicles were dripping from his horns, and the Namekian was frozen with a look of aggravation. His mind was peaceful however, and he was channeling his Chakra to maintain his calm composure while consortium with ignorant folks who cared not for the sacred balance Earth was without.
Pretentious by trade could have been affixed to Hapu, but he knew where he stood. Hapu thought better of himself than those who let their lives go to chaos, shadowed by greater forces whose will overtakes the meek. Hapu knew he would one die cast these shadows on the meek Earthling Namekians spawned by the foolish Piccolo Daimao.
Mad at his current situation, but patient for the great victory that laid ahead. Hapu was truly cruel at heart, but he wasn't without reason and knew this might be his last chance to relax before entering the home land of his enemy. To recover any knowledge or work this Arcosian may have experimented with, he had to arrive timely and stealthily. Hapu just waited, and shut down from anyone furthering his rage as stress from the unknowable mounted upon him over time. He knew if he was stirred anymore by law and mortal error he would go off, and patience wasn't all too much suffering for him on the other side of his choices.
Once he overheard the zeppelin was arriving. Hapu finally moved. Flexing his scales up and down Hapu used frictional heat to warm his body up faster so the ice wouldn't pinch his flesh as he broke the thin layer the cold weather had bestowed upon him. Dripping wet with steam he walked toward the Greta Airport to catch his ride.
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Post by Duran on Aug 29, 2021 18:41:15 GMT -8
The Northern Lands had picked up some strange characters. Wealthy refugees and shady goons who sat in corners far away from others, but facing the rest of the room. There was a deck for those who wanted to stand outside in the cold and freeze (at least that was what he thought), but most were inside sitting at the various tables. A pianist was playing smooth jazz on a circular stage. Inside, it was warm, there was food that passengers could order at the bar, and there was entertainment to help everyone forget about time. At the bar, hunched over the counter and holding a tumbler of mule was a man encased in hi-tech armor and wearing a brown duster, which concealed various weapons and gadgets. The mouth area of his mask was spread open, revealing the lips of what resembled mostly a human. Above his mouth was a mystery as circular, cybernetic eyes stared emptily forward. Within his helm was a man who felt he had some hours to burn before he reached his destination and what a better way than to burn them drinking. The ice clattered in his glass as he raised it to his mouth, taking a sip from the alcoholic beverage and feeling the strong ginger filling his nostrils. There had been a second empty glass next to his current one—a martini glass. He may have just started. WC: 234 Tag: Hapu Dokunado
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Post by Hapu Dokunado on Aug 29, 2021 18:59:15 GMT -8
The doors flung open, and Hapu returned. He was kind of wet, and scowled furiously. Wetness was not his favorite status but Hapu tried to overlook that. Walking toward the counter Hapu noticed a firelit bar, and decided he would wait there after.
Standing back at the same wretched Counter Hapu was talking to the woman again. Forceful calmer now, he was mostly grunting as the woman explained it would be another hour. She looked familiar with Hapu's type, and spoke firmly. After checking with her for any more delays incoming, and satisfied by her refusal; Hapu made his way to the bar.
The airport was not that big, and the bar wasn't either. Hapu decided to stand, he didn't look that fitting as a Namekian Shaman when he sat at a bar stool. Next to him was a curiously augmented man. Perhaps Android Hapu figured, but wasn't sure.
Ater ordering seltzer water with sake on the sade, Hapu poured the sake in it. He wasn't scowling anymore, and the inner glee of his favorite drink warmed his heart. Hapu hummed quietly to the piano and took his first sip.
The sake wasn't mixed, so he drank a lot if it in one sip. Lacking his many fans Hapu stared into the mirror behind where the bartender worked. Looking closer at the man next to him, Hapu decided he would enquire what sort of being he was next to.
"Pardon. I was wondering your uh, nationality? Species?" Hapu spoken in a deep growl, in fact it was unusual how he was even able to phonetically pronounce words but he did. The growling Namekian was looking at the man, his whisker antennae draped in front of his slitted eyes. His horns were facing behind him, and his tail was sticking up in the air by his neck. The barbs were glistening with venom, and Hapu was holding his cup still. He looked quite sinister, but the tone of his growling hinted an alcohol euphoria was influencing his mood.
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Post by Duran on Aug 29, 2021 19:14:09 GMT -8
The man didn’t even turn his head to regard the freak. He might have been using the mirror to observe him as well. “What species am I? What species are you?” he countered. He then licked some of the liquor residue from his lips, audibly making a single sound of sucking his teeth. “I suppose it is rude for me to counter a question with one of my own. You don’t need to worry about what I am. You, on the other hand, I can’t tell if you’re a Namekian or a Monster. You may very well be both. What is a creature like you doing on a ship like this?” His glossy orbs whirred abruptly as they darted downward to capture the empty glass. What was the next drink on the menu? His eyes darted up to the specials written in paint marker on a blackboard. “Bartender, get me a White Devil on the rocks (White Russian equivalent).” WC: 159 | 393 Tag: Hapu Dokunado
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Post by Hapu Dokunado on Aug 29, 2021 19:48:27 GMT -8
Unsurprised by the knick knack paddy walk answer, Hapu scowled at his reaction. The audacity of someone to assume species, gender and such were notable by appearance alone was something the Dragon Clansman often dealt with. Still buzzing from the booze, he downed his drink and ordered another so that his mood wouldn't sour again.
Hapu was determined to have a good time, and watching the man he chuckled arrogantly. As if he told himself a joke that answered the man's answer.
The bartender rushed to them, probably nervous by the way they were growling and barking at each other. Hapu didn't look at the server though, he was staring at the science project.
As the server came back the air hadn't moved between the two, but their drinks were there. It had taken him a whole minute, but Haou was just looking at the man next to him. Trying to be sure what kind of being was there drinking to get cocky in the airport.
The server coughed while Haou watched the guy, and demanded some pay. Hapu paid for his two, and left a small tip. The zenni coins sat on the table, but he didn't move his eyes from the cyborg when he reached in his pocket.
The so called monster Dragon Shaman Hapu was contemplating how he would respond to him in a somewhat amused manner. When he decided he just grunted and turned his gaze from him.
A second passed and he growled again. A deep roar from his chest was sent facing the mirror, where Hapu was watching himself with the drink now in his hand.
"Alright. Well I come from a family of Amekian, Dragon Samans. We tend to the Mystical forces that gave this Earth the magical potential to craft Dragon Shards. As you know em. I'm.."Hapu paused for a minute. He wanted to make sure he conveyed his killing intentions on this journey.
"The Temples I tend as a Shaman. They are in danger, and I'm looking for help." Hapu lied, and took a sip of his drink. Continuing after he was speaking bit softly, a growling baritone still though.
Hapu was feeling truly amused now, and he was watching mirror still.
"What takes you out here? Going past Pilaf? You got a hot date, or you a lone cowboy? Some freaked out cyborg who found where they were created?" Hapu took another drink.
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Post by Duran on Aug 29, 2021 20:11:39 GMT -8
Duran’s lips cocked into an amused smirk when he felt the irritable Namekian’s eyes on him. He sat there, patiently waiting for the creature to answer him, walk away in a fit, or even try to swing at him if he had upset him so. He lifted his drink, taking a sip from the creamy liquid. He held it at mouth level, his fingers gripping the rim, holding it between all five. The creature finally cracked, and he told him a tale that he never would have guessed about magic, shamans, and Dragon Shards. The Dragon Shards sounded like something valuable or important. He didn’t interrupt him. Instead, he patiently waited for him to finish—and finish he did. The mercenary set down his glass and tipped back his head as he laughed at the Namekian’s questions. Honestly, they hadn’t been all that funny, but the alcohol had put him in an overly good mood. His laughing quieted as his teeth came together in a grin. Mirth continued to quake inside him until he answered, “I’m not a cyborg. I am a completely organic lifeform. What you are seeing is technology well beyond your elementary comprehension, or I should say creativity. You do tell quite the interesting tale. Dragon Shards, magic, shamans, temples; I thought that you were about to hire me for a second.” Duran picked up his glass again and brought it before his lips. “I’m a mercenary, and there’s work for me in Pilaf Land. Or…” His blue, glossy electronic orbs darted over to Hapu. “There may be work for me right now. You did mention that you need assistance. I may be able to ease your worries for a price.” WC: 284 | 677 Tag: Hapu Dokunado
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Post by Hapu Dokunado on Aug 29, 2021 20:28:57 GMT -8
Truly an amusing time to wait for the zeppelin, two were sitting and talking to each other like most strangerswod; to which Hapu found to be quite fun. Much better than standing in the snow and waiting for people to carry on, and the evil Namekian was filling his heart with delight in the opportunity bein presented.
Drinking his seltzer sake combo slowly Hapu listened intently. He considered the man's proposal, with his lie and evil plot in mind. Hapu wasn't sure if he would be strong enough to fight the Arcosian, so this was ideal for him to have a partner for the out of country journey.
In truth he had no intention of saving his temple, or any Temple really. Something beyond the organic beings scope, and something he wasn't going to speak of so casually; the Earth was in danger of Namekian magic being abused, but besides that he was more hoping to find a Dragon Shard. Hapu's real mission was to secure any Namekian secrets from being used.
Setting his cup down it was three quarter empty, and he replied. "Well, I could use help traversing Pilaf. I've rarely gone through, and I need to find a warlock named Juust. The rumors are he knows a magic that can fortify Rick and mortar from assault. Help me find him, and I will pay you ten thousand Zenni."
Hapu didn't mention he would be killing Juust, and instead school his cup at the bartender the man rushed to him, and when Hapu out the cup downitwas obvious he needed a bigger cup. Hjs hands were huge, and so was he. The Namekians tail was whipping the air behind him, eagerly waiting for the strangers response.
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Post by Duran on Aug 29, 2021 21:11:55 GMT -8
Duran had never been to Pilaf himself, but he wasn’t about to tell a potential client that. He seemed stuck on his magic story, and so it may not have just been a tale after all. If the green man was lying to him, then he would just kill him and take what he owed any way. If these mystical things really existed, then aiding him would have been quite interesting. He might even lead him to treasure the likes he had never seen. Earth was still foreign to him, and the dragon man may have known more about it. 10,000 zeni just to find some wizard. Duran’s lips straightened as he meditated over the amount. If finding this person wound up being more work than what it had sounded like, then he would simply up his price along the way. “You have yourself a deal, Dragon Man,” Duran said, raising his glass to him in cheers. A commotion suddenly started in the back of the room. A group of seven men wearing black, ski masks over their heads waved around some primitive blaster pistols and demanded, “Everyone get the fuck on the floor! Now, now, now! Or we’ll bring this balloon crashing to the ground!” Families started screaming and dropping to the floor. The bartender even ducked behind the counter with his arms over his head. Duran’s lips turned downward with irritation. If the bartender hid, then who was going to keep serving him drinks? “It appears we have a problem,” Duran began, and it sounded as though he was about to talk about the skyjackers. “The bartender is hiding, and therefore, I cannot keep drinking.” He sucked his teeth and raised the remains of his drink to his mouth to down them. With cheeks somewhat full of the beverage, he swished it before swallowing it down. “Hm…it may be best that I offer a demonstration of my services. Afterall, we just met. It’s only polite.” The skyjackers noticed the two at the bar being the only ones not hiding. They pointed their pistols at them. “I said get the fuck on the floor! Do you idiots not speak common tongue?! GET. ON. THE. FLOOR!” Duran’s lips curled impishly as he pretended to be offended, “By the stars, he’s rude. And loud. And obnoxious. I hate people like that.” Duran’s mask closed around his mouth. He stood from his stool with his back facing the jackers and slowly raised his arms. His fingers were splayed to show that he was unarmed. “That’s it, Tin Man. Now get down already!” Suddenly, the fingers of Duran’s right hand folded except for the middle one. Firing from a ring on his middle finger was a blue orb of plasma that struck the jacker in the chest and sent him flying backwards. Duran bent at the knees and backflipped high into the air. His duster flagged in the breeze as he soared above the room, turning in mid-air. Red, blaster-fire pewed around him as he removed a gun from his hip, aiming it at one of the gunmen. A wired net was unleashed, spreading like a web to capture the man before it violently threw him against the wall and constricted him into a ball. As Duran started to descend, he holstered the used gun and rested his hand upon the hilt of his katana. Sliding it free with a musical chime, he tossed it like a boomerang. The blade whipped out at a third gunmen on an invisible wire, passing cleanly through his neck as it moved in a counter-clockwise motion. The wire retracted the sword on a reel and when Duran landed in a crouch, he reached out to catch the hilt of the blade in his hand. The gunman dropped to the floor—his head tumbling in one direct and his body tumbling in another. Beautiful, Duran mentally praised himself. It had been poetry in motion. WC: 656 | 1,333 Tag: Hapu Dokunado
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Post by Hapu Dokunado on Sept 4, 2021 14:37:59 GMT -8
Before Hapu could congratulate Duran on the best, albeit lengthy co-op venture of his life, the balloon jackers stood up. Three men from the start, screaming with violence on their breath and intent to kill. Unfeaeing by mortals, Hapu nodded to Duran before their conversation was officially over. He hoped the nod would be some brotherly notion to Duran, and carried on with his business.
To apprehend, and destroy, Juust; Hapu first had to make sure this zeppelin would land in Pilafland. There hadn't been a lot of clear signs the pilot would be competent, so the jackers were just a great sign by God above. The combined might of Hapu and Duran would make sure this zeppelin landed.
Standing up immediately he might have seemed like a monstrously cool looking civillian, except immediately Hapu assumed a combat stance with his typical fang baring scowl glued beneath his cheeks. Truly a terror in battle, with skill in multiple arts; Hapu assumed his atypical Dokujitsu stance. He was in a Ranged battle stance.
The Namekians barbed tail whipped around, and he was standing tall with his tri-horns glowing with power above his crown.
This stance was defined by his wide heel to heel stance, with a fully erect back and front facing posture. Hapu's antenna were whipping around and he crossed both arms to his scaly shoulders. His palms were resting and Hapu was ready. Watching, he waited for a moment to sink in his fangs and faint ki vibrations disrupted the visie light waves around him with every slight movement of his body.
Hapu appeared to be glimmering as he watched his new partner in action, eyes darting with every artfully performed elegant move of the strange drunkard.
Duran took care of the first three with no problem, suggesting his status as drunkard to be considered in the last.
In between watching Duran shoot, the Namekian Shaman spotted faint ki signatures scuttling around the lounge. Hapu had spotted the next wave of assailants, and didn't waste any time.
Hiding among the passengers. Wearing the same golden scorpion pendants, two literal pigs jumped up with plasmpendant, and a shrill squeel. One grabbed a hostage next to them, and the other charged towards where Duran landed.
Duran next target screamed wildly as the charged through the aisle way toward the bar.
Standing ready Hapu soared forward without a word. His arms were still crossed at his shoulders, and the light around his horns had grown as he was powering up.
Flying forward he passed the pig aimed for Duran, and went for the one with the hostage. Looked like two women, but the pig was tiny. She was holding the plasma blade at the humans thigh.
Hapu might have laughed at the ever so mundane threats to bureaucracy if he wasn't so focused on killing and making sure the landing poins were disturbed by reports of air craft jackers.
Flying faster Hapu didn't seem to have any intention to stop, and was screaming a deep guttural roar. Levitating at chest level he maneuvered through the zeppelin lounge area. People were cowering as he zipped past them.
Fearing Hapu's intimidating display, the pig stabbed the woman. The woman's leg was bleeding profusely and she was wailing pained tears as the pig proceeded to finish her off.
The violence didn't stop Hapu, and neither did her screams. Instead he opened his mouth with more howling, arms still crossed he was channeling ki.
Still quite the distance from his target, the fanged jaws of Hapu shot out a tiny dark green ki blast. The ki flew forward, and as Hapu spread his arms in an X shape, the ki expanded much like a net that could cover two people or a large horse.
Unfortunately for the pig and stabbing victim, the ki was not in fact safe or even similar to a net. The expansion created a whirring sound, and as it flew through the two people there was a distinct smell or burning flesh. Deep cuts killed the pig right away, and the victim was grazed by the attack. She was bleeding and crying even more than ever now.
As she was crying, the supposed net of ki exploded, and twenty two passengers were injured. As well the victim died. Fortunately the zeppelin was large, other wise the ship might have had an emergency landing from such a concussion blast..
People started screaming even more so, and the two corpses were grossly disfigured. Smoke and stink filled the air as Hapu somersaulted gracefully on the ground. Satisfied with his targets defeat, Hapu turned back towards where Duran was just about to be attacked by a pig with a plasma dagger.
The Namekian roared towards his companion Duran, and it wasnt really a warning but did serve as one.
As his deep voice filled the zeppelin interior, people quieted their screaming. Hapu had his arms folded once again, preparing another attack his mouth had a familiar dark green ki orb in front of it. Carefully with his aim, he waited to see if Duran would need his help.
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Post by Duran on Sept 4, 2021 15:25:42 GMT -8
Duran stood and gazed over at the pig creature that charged him squealing. Hapu had been reaping havoc on the ship, causing more chaos and destruction than the raiders had. The mercenary didn’t appear to be attacking his assailant just yet because he already knew how he was going to end the target’s life. It was when Hapu’s horrid voice filled the interior of the zeppelin that Duran’s lips curled in disgust. Thrusting out a fist, an orb of plasma left his ring, enveloping the head of the charging pig. The pig’s body continued to run, while its head remained incinerating in the crackling cloud of energy. Duran merely stepped aside as the body ran past him and collapsed on its side, legs kicking in its throes. It was a little delayed, but the mercenary flicked the blood from the edge of his sword from his previous kill. He sheathed his blade and glanced around the smoking and burning interior. The balloon was on fire, and soon the flames would reach the gas. In the meantime, Duran approached the bar and walked behind it to grab a bottle of bourbon whiskey. He glanced down at the bartender who was still holding his ears and whimpering. “You better get out of here, mate,” he told him. “This balloon’s going out in a blaze of glory.” Taking the bottle of booze, Duran headed for the door leading to the deck, and while he walked, he raised his voice loud enough for Hapu to hear: “I don’t know whose voice was more terrible. Yours or the decapitated pork.” Once outside on the deck, Duran could see the angle of the ship directed in a diagonal descent. The ship was going to crash, nose-first into the ground. The mercenary’s mask opened at his mouth and he took a few, deep swigs of the bronze liquid before tossing the bottle over the side. “Aaah~” Duran gasped, cooling his throat from the burn. His mask closed and he rested a hand on the rail. “This is my stop. If you live, then I’ll see you in a moment. If you die…well…I’ll bury your body, but your valuables are going to find a better home in my pockets. Ciao.” The mercenary vaulted over the rail and hung from it for a few moments. He waited until the ground drew closer, and he hadn’t had much time. Flames billowed and devoured the gas within the balloon, erupting through the top in a monstrous roar. Not wishing to be caught in an inferno, Duran released the rail and plummeted to the ground. He did his best to safe fall, but with all his gear, it had been both a blessing and a curse. He landed hard in the grass, and his mouthpiece opened as he coughed some from the collision. It was a good thing he had imbibed or the fall would have felt worse. Sitting upwards with a groan, he glanced over his shoulder to watch the giant balloon descend like a missile. It had been quite beautiful. It was a shame that innocent passengers had been trapped in the blaze, but whether or not he and Hapu had been on it, the jackers would have ensured the balloon ride never had a happy end. “Welp,” Duran rasped as he stood. He patted grass blades from his clothes and started heading toward the blaze. “Time to see if the green bastard made it.” WC: 575 | 1,908 Tag: Hapu Dokunado
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Post by Hapu Dokunado on Sept 8, 2021 11:14:21 GMT -8
"Zwoosh!"
Hapu fired again from his mouth, this time up and above where Duran was taking care of business. The ki blast emitted from Hapu's fanged jaws shot into the ceiling area. Instead of expanding into a net once again, the blast merely fizzled out in ashes.
The light shower of ashes was just at home with the typically chaotic scene that had broken out. The entire zeppelin was going down. The captain had already left the cockpit in fear for his life, and all the energy blasts were not good for the structural integrity of an air craft. Constant pressurized of the zeppelin had over worked the engines, and holes in the wall made sure it would sink before it flew.
Calmly Hapu walked over towards where Duran was preparing to leave the inside of the zeppelin. As he stepped further and further more people were trampling about towards the exit for escape. Figuring the stupid masses were just going to jump, Hapu tried to calmly wait for a path to open before him.
Hapu wasn't fond of people touching them, and getting angry in such an event wasn't ideal. As much as he enjoyed violence, he wasn't always ready to rip ten dozen hearts out just to make it to the door.
Plus a traveler never knows when they will find running water again; and Hapu was far too good to walk around with blood stains.
The tall Namekian could wait any more, the zeppelin was begining to topple in its descent. Getting angry he used a strong clothesline to knock someone over. Snarling furiously he raised them by the lapels to his face, and the young man was cowering. Hapu savagely flung him forward knocking over a few people and making a path to the exit. The man went thru the glass where Duran had been.
The zeppelin was still high in the air, but Duran was nowhere to be seen and aa safe landing would be hard to pull off from the lounge area. After near instant deliberation Hapu decided he would take the zeppelin into his own hands.
First he had to clean up the people running like rats around the halls.
The Dragon Clan Shaman screamed for everyone's attention, and at first no one stopped. Screaming again Hapu jumped high in the air, and caught onto a dangling chandelier with a thick green ki aura around him.
With the zeppelin direction facing further downwards by the second, he wasn't far from leaning against the ceiling so he used his tail to push him back and forth like a pendulym. The perfect vantage point was achieved and he aimed with his mouth open.
Hapu started shooting and people dropped dead all over the tilting zeppelin floor. Soon the lounge was completely cleared out, and the smell of burning flesh was everywhere. It only took him a couple minutes, but the zeppelin was mostly empty now. No one could get in Hapu's way now. The only people left where old folks and kids, too scared to jump or fight for a parachute.
Running to the pilots room like a hot knife through butter, Hapu planned to aim the ship towards a landmark and busted into the pilots helm. Grabbing the literal steering wheel, the Shaman tried to aim towards where he could sense Juust was nearest. Locking the shifter in a direction, Hapu kept the zeppelin in a downward spiral; then knocked the entire front window out with one deft tail strike.
It was time to flee the sinking air ship.
Using the magical enchantments upon his boots, Hapu jumped out of the zeppelin and stuck to the metal plating around its carriage. He walked towards the bottom of the air craft, braving the winds as it spiraled closer and closer to the ground. Hapu was looking for Juust and eventually had a good sense of where he was.
Hapu reached down and grabbed a piece of steel from the frame of the zeppelin, and yanked it upwards. He wasn't sure tree Duran was, but hoped he would make it. Suddenly his boots refrained from adhering to the aircraft, and he fell. Spinning upright he used the metal plate like a surf board and glided through the air.
As he flew closer and closer to the ground Hapu used his tail like a rudder, steering towards Juusts position. From such a height he could see some civilization, and roads. Further inspection of his surroundings as he fell made clear that Duran was close to where Hapu was expecting to land.
The Namekian was satisfied with his impromptu surveillance and adjusted his final flight path towards Duran. Hapu leapt upward from the metal surfboard, and curled into a ball.
Dive bombing into the ground Hapu rolled forward quite a distance, his tail acting like a runner for his landing. Eventually he rolled to Duran and leapt up.
Hapu wiped the dirt off of himself, and smacked his tail hard into the ground. All sorts of dust shook off his scales, and he looked at Duran. Pointing his painted black thumb upwards he gestured to the still sinking aircraft.
"Alright, well back to what we were doing." Hapu had a sort of snarl, but it seemed familiar. That was just his voice, and he had a softer tone than before. Respect for Duran in the midst of action was growing into admiration, and Hapu was thankful to have a good, strong mercenary at his side while he hunted Pilaf Land for Juust.
After confirming some of the nearby landmarks, Hapu and Duran made their way towards Juusts ki signature.
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Post by Duran on Sept 8, 2021 16:43:00 GMT -8
Duran paused when he looked up and saw a dragon man surfing down to the ground on a sheet of metal. His head lowered, following Hapu’s movements as he rolled toward him like a boulder before springing up to his feet like a gymnast. The mercenary was staring at the Namekian as though he had somehow survived Hell. “I don’t think I have ever seen anything like that,” Duran admitted. “Aren’t you one lucky son of a dragon whore?” He tried to keep his tone neutral and not sound too jealous of his fancy entrance—he failed. His mouthpiece closed and he followed after the shaman who was supposedly leading him to magic and treasure. As they walked, Duran noticed that the bottle of whiskey bourbon was lying in the grass intact. He happily jogged over to it and reached down to pick it up. His mouthpiece spread open. “Well, I’ll be. This must be some damn good whiskey,” he said with a pleased smile. He held up the bottle for Hapu to see. “This bottle survived the fall!” He removed the cork and took a swig of it. Before he had been drinking it to hopefully numb the pain of his landing, but now he could really enjoy it. He returned to Hapu’s side and held the bottle out to him. “Cheers to surviving that disaster.” He made a motion with his head in the direction of the burning blimp. WC: 241 | 2,149 Tag: Hapu Dokunado
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Post by Hapu Dokunado on Sept 8, 2021 17:59:33 GMT -8
The two were walking down the road. A sightly pair really, the giant green dragon man and mysteriously Alien tech master were sort of awkward. They certainly stood out, but no survivors actually made it from the zeppelin. Everyone else died. Even the captain died. Truly a sore fact of life ignored by both Hapu and Duran. Wasking down the street talking, they instead got drunk on the joy of well alcohol. They were having fun getting to know each other too, but Haou didn't really show it. When Duran mentioned how lucky Dragon where's were, he silently bowed. Slightly offended by the fact his mother was called a whole, which wasn't true. He didn't show it, and was instead thankful for the admiration. Some time during his ascent Hapu did wish he had somehow snagged some of the booze behind the bar. Duran must have somenwicked good luck to find a bottle, and they were drinking while walking. Hapu never smiled, but instead just nodded with a sortnof look of pain. If one saw it enough they would know it was some show of respect, but walking down the street talking with Haou was a lot of growling and grunting. After said nod and grunt he took his first swig, and held the bottle for another. Drinking up a good amount of finely distilled rye whiskey was just what Hapu's own spirit needed, and while they walked the whiskey hit him. Hapu's tail lowered a bit, and he felt the heat. Growling cheerfully Halu was speaking to Duran. "Alright so, I got the idea somewhere there. It's like a family town across that river. There's a road. So listen I said ten thousand, this might take a while without the zeppelin. We will work it out, if you keep up that finesse back there." Hapu took a deep breath in. The Namekians diaphragms didn't actually move. Instead his scales sort of turned back and forth, and collected oxygen from the air. His capillaries carried the oxygenated blood from the skin under his scales to his lungs, where the cellular processing of energy from the air was cultivated. Hapu was sort of drunk, and manually breathing. His arm was pointed toward the river still while he caught his breath. "So past the river, and up that uh.. road. We get to the town, try to get a lead on any signs of this Juust clown." Hapu was actually seeing double, but if he didn't speak Duran wouldn't have known. Of course he had so it was sort of obvious the alcohol was getting to him. WordCount: 435
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Post by Duran on Sept 8, 2021 19:47:36 GMT -8
Duran was swaying along, and his lenses kept adjusting to his constantly changing focus. He noticed Hapu guzzling down his only bottle of liquor. It was like a souvenir. He had never ridden such an outdated contraption before. Quickly staggering over to him, he grabbed the bottle and yanked it from him. “Are you trying to drain it all?” he asked. While Hapu explained the way forward, Duran took a few gulps and gasped loudly. Somewhere in his walking, his right foot crossed in front of his left, causing him to stumble to his left. He then bumped into something that happened to be Hapu’s lowered tail. His ankle near twisted when he tripped over it. He dropped the bottle (it was empty anyway) and grasped the hilt of the sword at his hip, using it as a cane to quickly catch himself. “Bloody hell! Pick up your shite. I near broke my neck,” he growled. He hadn’t paid attention to a word the dragon man had said. Continuing to lean on his sword, he had to wait for his balance to stop shifting before he found the strength to straighten himself. He heard his conscience telling him that he was drunk, and he told his conscience no shite. He felt as though he were walking on a ship. The arm that wasn’t grasping the hilt of his sword—mainly for emotional support at this point—was in an exaggerated swing at his side as he marched to catch up to the Namekian. He watched Hapu point at a river and heard the hesitation in his voice. Duran’s lips stretched and cracked into an amused grin. “Eeeh~?” he said on a rising and playful tone. “You’re drunk, mate. You’re so drunk.” Duran was suddenly at his side practically leaning against the taller and stabler dragon. His hand gripped his robes as he laughed up at him. “Dragons get drunk? That’s new. What kind of dragon are you anyway? A water dragon? We’re going to need a water dragon to cross that river or we’ll drown.” His eyes darted around Hapu’s chest and neck. The smile left Duran’s face as he stared hard at Hapu. “Where are your gills, mate?” WC: 369 | 2,518 Tag: Hapu Dokunado
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Post by Hapu Dokunado on Sept 9, 2021 12:24:30 GMT -8
While Duran was dancing around the roadside Hapu was struggling to stay facing straight too. With his tail curved like an S Hapu was leaning on it like a cane. He had a very funny gait, but seemed to be somewhat upright. Dyran was not of course, and as Hapu listened to him while tripping and boxing with his shadow he noticed that whiskey was pretty good. Cloudy headed the Namekian tried to pull together what it was Duran was saying. They were standing at the river now, and probably had no business swimming with the fishes in such a state. Dissatisfied with his interpretation Hapu stopped walk for a moment. Still leaning backward on his tail, Hapu shouted. His voice was so loud, but he was more so slurring every consonant that slipped around his lips. "So Duran! W-wh- what you're saying is you planned to get drunk on your ass, and have me swim you across this river." Hapu grabbed the man off of him and twisted the back of his shirt so he would spin and face the river. The air was especially foggy, and a loud rushing filled thenair. This river was rapid. The clear, green, waters were rushing fast and hard. There was no way to know how fast they were going, but no average swimmer could tread them. In fact a boat would have to be huge, and it could be since the river was so wide. Giant trees surrounded the bank where they stood, and birds were squaking all over. This river was enormous, and led to an inlet towards the ocean. Hapu was actually sort of shocked the waters were so heavy, but the Southlands had been having heavy rains so it wasn't as big of a shock as the fact that the river was also home to prehistoric monsters! While Hapu had Duran held in the air and facing the river, a giant spiny toothed maw came rising from the water. A bird that was flying over the river was caught and dragged under. The scene was shocking to say the least, and Hapu let Duran down. The Namekians tail pushed him off the ground j ND and Hapu tried to gather his balance. Before he did he continued talking. "I have a plan don't worry. I can hold my breath real long, but I won't need to. You, swim across. And I'll fly directly above. If that.. gets you I will have time to dash off. Or if the waters drag you under.. I'll pull you out." Hapu grinnedhis shark toothed grin. He probably wouldn't save Duran, but he didnt give it much thought. Floating just over the ground Hapu wobbled in the air. He pointed forward for Duran to swim. Drunk as he'll he could barely hold still in the air, and more than that Haou wasn't a master of the Soaring Lotus Technique his Dragon Clan professed history with on Namek. Never the less Hapu was in the air, waiting for Duran to swim and clear the water of that monster. (As we swim and float above the rivers, we have a slow pace. So drunk and tired from the long journey, plus the heavy river current slowing us down. It doesn't take long for the giant monster to prey upon whoever has the lowest roll. The monster attacks, and its up to our partner to help us.) U28f_vmB1d100WordCount: 513 1d100
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