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Post by Zaru on Oct 1, 2019 9:40:46 GMT -8
Usually, the desert was quiet, which was maybe the worst thing about it for him. Now? He could barely hear himself think over the roar of an engine, over the attractive noise that his Wolf Fang Chopper was happily making. The bike roared down the road, its rider stuck with a large grin on his face and the wind rushing through his hair, sunglasses still decorating his face. His backpack sat within a secured pouch on the side of the large vehicle, which also contained the jacket he'd worn when he first came here. Instead, there was a jacket made of leather covering the tank top he was glad to be wearing in a place like this. If anyone knew who he was, and what he was capable of, they would probably think he was crazy to be doing this. Not being in the desert, that was obviously something he'd do, but it was totally different to that. Recently, as in, over the last day or so, he'd figured out a few things about energy. Mostly, that if he calmly pushed it through his body and radiated it around him in a certain way, he could actually fly. At first, he'd only been able to float, but after a couple of hours, he was zipping all around the place. He could definitely do it over long distances, would've been no probs. Well, except that it would've looked lame. A jacket like this, shades like this, and he wasn't going to take the chopper? Nevermind one that looked as good as this. Glancing up at one of the few road signs, something caught his eye. Weird though it may have been, it was actually the sign that pointed direction to the local Chicken Farmer's Association office. More importantly, another sign shoved on top of it reading 'HELP NEEDED!! MISSING CHICKENS!!' which just made him snort in amusement more than anything else. He did need to find something productive to do though, if only so he could tell himself he'd tried at least some of that. Soon enough, he was at the small office, slowly bringing the rumbling engine to a stop as he parked out next to some pickups and other vehicles no doubt used by the staff here. Climbing off his bike, he creaked open the door of the old place to see a small cat-man sitting grumpily at his desk, glancing up towards him as Daikon leaned forward, bringing his glasses down enough so his eyes were visible. "You got some lost chickens?" He heard a grumble from the cat-man as he chuckled to himself. Soon enough, he was being shown a map of the area, where the missing ostrich chickens have been spotted. Not that he was really listening, too busy thinking about whether or not flying with this would be cheating or not. Yeah, it might have been. Eventually, he tuned back in to hear the very last question. "You got all that?" Daikon let out a scoff, taking the small map into his hand and rolling it up into his pocket. "Psh, of course. Have some faith, I'm an expert!""Y-You are?" Unfortunately, Daikon was already out the door, now actually pulling out the map to look at it. He didn't even know where he currently was on this thing. Maybe he should've listened. He guessed than when it came to finding these chickens, he was gonna have to wing it.
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Caffey
Junior Member
The Cobra Prodigy
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Power Level: 1,329
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Post by Caffey on Oct 1, 2019 21:20:38 GMT -8
Born and raised in the desert, Caffey was no stranger to the natural silence and the other aspects that many might call “uncomfortable.” Still, one of the few things that could get her to remove her jacket was travelling in this kind of heat. Even for her homeland, today seemed unnaturally hot. So, contrasting her normal appearance, she travelled on foot with her jacket tied around her waist.
On foot was probably a poor description of Caffey’s travel method; While technically accurate, her superhuman speed let her move across the sands quicker than most people could dream of doing on foot. Such was the case today, as she made her way between villages once again. She tried to follow the road as best as she could, even while running – sticking to the dunes was a good way to get lost – but more than anything she was currently concerned with making it to her destination. She’d heard about some kind of trouble, but no one had wanted to give her any kind of specifics. The Cobra Master fancied herself a hero of the desert, though, and so she had set out to help however she could anyways. She’d always found a way to help before, after all, even if it was something normally outside of her skillset.
Finally, she came across the village she’d been looking for. The largest building within it, apparently a Farmer’s Association, hosted a ‘HELP NEEDED!! MISSING CHICKENS!!’ sign. Caffey’s eyes briefly caught sight of a bike sitting outside the office, and she felt excitement well up inside her for a moment, before she realized it couldn’t be Kiryu’s, it didn’t look quite like his. With that determination made, she paid no attention to it, or the apparent owner who was busying himself with a map, as she made her way inside the building.
The old cat man at the desk looked grumpy and generally bored, until Caffey eagerly showed him the back of her jacket; At the sight of the emblazoned Cobra School emblem, his grumpy demeanor softened, somewhat, though he still seem overall unconvinced. “Helllloooo! I saw you had some lost chickens? How can I help? This isn’t really in my normal wheelhouse but I’ll do whatever I can to help you guys out!” The old man seemed taken aback by her quick, energetic speaking pattern, and he quickly held out his hands, indicating her to stop. When she finally did, the old man had her repeat herself, slower and more measured, so that he could actually understand her.
Once she’d complied, the man at the desk had quickly given her a rundown of the situation, briefly outlining the apparently worldwide phenomenon that Caffey had no prior knowledge of, and handing her a map. While her initial instinct was to reject it, she accepted it regardless. She prided herself on being able to navigate the desert… As long as she knew her end destination. In this instance, she definitely had no idea where she was going. But that was alright, she enjoyed helping the people, it was one of the first things Master Storme had taught Cobra Students; ‘Take care of the community as though they’re a garden in the desert.’ Storme had taught them.
As she left, the cat had one more piece of advice for her. “Oh, on your way out, if you see another kid dressed like a biker, see if you can help him with this. He said he’d do it, but he didn’t seem like he was really listening.”
Caffey gave him a quick wave on her way out, and nearly bumped into the previously described ‘kid dressed like a biker.’ Who just so happened to be the one she’d passed on the way in, still as buried in his map as he had been when she’d gone inside. In her usual energetic, friendly tone, she greeted him, “Hey there! Are you the other person looking for the lost chickens? I’d love to help you out with that!”
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Post by Zaru on Oct 2, 2019 10:10:30 GMT -8
Alright, now which one was 'Python Creek'? Daikon had pulled out a small PDA-like phone from his pocket, the kind that most guys around his age would dream of using by the time they'd saved up at around fourty. There were advantages to being a son of Capsule Corp, though it was just about the only perk he actually liked from that place. Still, he was struggling. Glancing between the screen and his map, his glasses were slightly lowered so his eyes could properly examine them without the darkened filter. His cigarette was stubbed out on the ground beneath him, now long since stamped out as he'd needed both hands to try and figure out where the hell he was going. Which seemed like...nowhere, at this rate. He'd told that dude he was an expert too, and he probably totally believed him. He couldn't just go back in there now and ask for real directions this time. How would that look? He'd seem like the lamest guy in the desert, and no way he was letting that happen. He began to grind his teeth a bit as he tried in vain to figure it out. Man, this was such a waste of his time. It was about chickens! Or, well, Ostrich Chickens or whatever, but that just meant it was a really big chicken, as far as he was concerned. It wasn't like this was a matter of supreme urgency, or really something he was actually qualified for, but he'd said he could do it and that he was an expert in finding chickens, so he was gonna prove it. He was going to be the best chicken finder on this side of the Southlands if that was what it took- he still had no idea where Python Creek was! He frantically searched the location up on his phone as he tried to collaborate between that and the map, but it felt like he was trying to decipher code. Nothing made any sense. Why didn't people out here just use normal names for things? Or at least know how to make a half-useful guide for how to get around? Daikon let out a defeated sigh as he shoved his phone away. Alright, maybe this was a lost cause. For once, maybe...maybe he could admit defeat. He felt his body quivering with the rage at the very idea, but he had no idea where he was going. Was this going to be it? Where he finally had to submit and accept that he'd lost? Had he been defeated by this desert, and their stupid lost chickens? He felt a couple beads of sweat run down his forehead, which was just about the first time he'd experienced it from something other than heat since he had gotten here. There were few things his old lady got right, but one of them was that defeat was unacceptable. What was he gonna do about this? In all of his focus, he'd almost entirely missed someone walking past him to head in, and then heading right back out to walk up beside him, so focused as he was on this map, the lost chickens and the mini-existential crisis that the pair of those were causing him. His eyes darted in Caffey's direction from above the rim of his glasses as he heard the girl's voice, looking more confused than anything for a moment. She was here to help him? Since when did he need help? Hmph, he could handle this on his own. He was a proud and capable- He needed so much help. Daikon held out the map to her, quickly shoving his glasses back up over his eyes to try and look at least the slightest bit cool in a girl's presence. "Uh, yeah, that's me." He cleared his throat, trying to make sure his voice didn't crack like he almost had under pressure. "So, I can't make head or tails of this bogus-looking map. Got about zilch names on it. You know the way around here? I'm definitely like, an expert on chickens, just not deserts."Crap. Why'd he say that again? He was gonna have to perform well now.
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Caffey
Junior Member
The Cobra Prodigy
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Post by Caffey on Oct 4, 2019 22:11:18 GMT -8
Despite the considerable height advantage the man possessed, he struck Caffey as definitely someone who was pretending to be cool and tough, rather than someone who actually… Well, was those things. It seemed to take him a moment to notice her, and his response once he did was interesting, to say the least. An expert on chickens? That was one of the weirder titles she’d heard, but she guessed that it could be true. After all, what were chicken farmers if not experts on chickens? Maybe this kid, she continued to refer to him as such despite looking about her own age, maybe he was actually some kind of expert on chickens. She hoped so, because she didn’t know the first thing about them That was the thought she chose to articulate, “ Well, it just so happens that I am an expert on the desert. Born and raised here. If you’ve got a map, I can probably find my way without too much trouble. My name’s Caffey, by the way! I come from the Cobra School of Martial Arts! I’m actually a master there!” She said, eagerly introducing herself before looking over the map that was being held out to her. This area of the desert was unfamiliar, and true to his words the majority of place names were unlabeled. Still, she had some idea of where she was going already, since she’d actually listened to and retained the information the cat-man inside had given. Still, she wanted to be sure, so she pulled out her own map of the desert, the one she’d been given when she left the Cobra dojo. It wasn’t much better, but between the two maps, and with a little bit of time, she might be able to find their destination. While she worked, she tried to chat with Daikon. “ So uh, a chicken expert? Do you, like, farm chickens then? What’s that like?” After some time had passed, she finally managed to figure everything out, both the destination and their current location. “ Got it!” The Cobra Master exclaimed, pointing at their destination on the map. “ We’re going here, and right now we’re right here.” She pointed to another location, showing Daikon. “ Let’s go!” Caffey nearly took off on foot, her usual mode of transport, before remembering Daikon had a motorcycle. She stopped in her tracks and turned to him. “So, uh, you wanna give a girl a ride or not? I mean, I can get there on my own if I have to but… Y’know.” Her usual energy and excitement was seemingly greatly increased, some of the best times she’d had since leaving the dojo had been riding behind Kiryu on his bike, and she missed doing so. She found herself, extremely eagerly, looking forward to riding with Daikon if he’d let her do so.
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