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Post by Koma on Dec 27, 2019 19:05:22 GMT -8
Even with the fact that he had effectively been given a full pardon for the fraudulent bounty put out on him, Koma was not sure how long he would stay in Oolong City. Given the fact that he was not sure for an absolute fact that the upjumped hoodlum who had slain Ma-te was actually dead. With a Saiyan, you could never tell, even with dropping a hundred story tall sky-scraper frame upon them. So he found himself trying to find something to do with his time while he waited. While sitting in a hotel room with his feet up, he of course saw the advertisement for the Oolong City Winter Spectacular, and while he didn't really care about money so much as he cared about revenge on those who had wronged him? He knew that money could be useful in that goal. So he used the hotel phone, with its obnoxious banana yellow paint, to call the phone number on the screen. When asked for his teammate's number? He grasped at the first name that he could think of, and saw the name of some musician called 'Luther' in a 'Rap of the Year' CD compilation, and given that it seemed the most normal name, he declared that his partner in this competition was that person. Even if they were inept, it didn't matter to Koma. He had plans to make a sculpture honoring Ma-Te, and he could do that himself. He had cut plenty of ice blocks when training in the martial arts as a child. Of course, the event's organizers would find Luther's address or agent to send the tickets to the event and for the plane ride ahead, and if they didn't? Koma would just do the project on his own. He didn't feel that he needed help, it was ice sculpting after all. zd|A3oy01d100
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Post by Luther on Dec 28, 2019 9:40:17 GMT -8
Luther stood there staring blankly at what he just read. His eyes revealed little, and his face showed almost no emotion. He skimmed over the message again, silently wondering if he had just read what he read correctly. His expression slowly began changing, from an emotionless gaze to a bewildered stare. His eyes began to widen, and his eyebrows were raised. He mouthed what the letter said quietly, before turning suddenly towards his agent, Bigby. The stout man was browsing the internet as he normally did, and was figuratively dragged from his comfy seat abruptly. "Big Dog, pack your shit. We're going to Oolong City."The very next day, the duo was making their way over to the event's playing grounds in a helicopter. While Bigby was questioning Luther about why he even had to come, the rapper was ecstatic, a rare emotion shown by the big man. He had a shot at one million zeni, and that was an opportunity he simply couldn't pass up. While he wasn't that experienced with working in a team, he would still be sure as hell that he was going to participate. It might add to his publicity, and if he was lucky, add greatly to his finances. The only downside was that he hadn't met his soon to be teammate yet. He wasn't sure if he had been assigned a random ally or what, but either way, he hoped that his partner wasn't some sort of idiot. Soon, the flying craft landed on a large helipad, and Luther stepped out before Bigby with a smirk on his dark face. He looked down at the snowy grounds, and turned to his agent. "See that, Big Dog? I'm going to make an ice sculpture, and maybe win a million zeni."Bigby raised an eyebrow, and voiced the same question his client expected. "Have you ever sculpted anything before?""A few times in some other charity events, but who gives a shit? I'll figure it out in no time."Sooner rather than later, Luther was in the playing area, looking around for his would be partner. He idly messed around with the zipper on his fluffy jacket, still casting his eyes every which way.
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Post by Cayle Pota on Dec 30, 2019 2:10:23 GMT -8
Koma had already begun the ice carving in this instance, dressed in a newly purchased outfit, which despite being newly purchased made him get a lot of rude looks for, because a leisure suit Samurai. It was from a decade ago in style, with a silken undershirt and a dark gray leisure suit. Despite the fact that people had tried to argue with him about bringing his Katana into the arena. He was not sure about if his teammate would show, or if it really even mattered- but he worked hard on the ice carving already.
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Post by Luther on Dec 30, 2019 13:30:28 GMT -8
Luther approached his apparent teammate from behind, and inspected his work from a few meters away. It was a lot better than what he would've expected, and the big man was mentally thanking whatever god that might be out there for giving him a partner that ended up not being clueless. Eventually, he was within earshot of the man, and spoke with him. "I'm guessing that you're Koma. Name's Luther, and it looks like we're partners and I'm late."It had taken him a while to find his partner, since he had no idea who or where his teammate originally was. He had been forced to converse with one of the organizers in a rather awkward situation in order to figure out who exactly he had to work with. It seemed as if the android's help wasn't needed however, seeing as how the man had begun sculpting by himself. Either way, if his help was needed, then Luther would help. Less work was better than more work anyways, and if he interfered without asking first, he might just ruin their chances of winning.
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