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Post by T on Oct 5, 2018 2:06:23 GMT -5
Namek - A Village [ Morning ]
If Russ had a Zeni for every time he ended up lost in space or stranded on a planet, he would have enough to buy a chocolate bar. Maybe a mini-can of potato chips as well. That or a single can of potato chips. It all depended on the brand,- Either way, he was once again on a different planet. At the very least, this one did not have a humanoid reptile person that would kill him.
He hoped.
Good old Namek- where the plants are blue, the sky is green, and the water is also green. The Saiyan figured that he should probably not drink the water. Staring at his own reflection in a grass-green lake made him queasy. Not the image of himself staring back, mind you, but the fact that the high school education he got gave him at least enough knowledge to know why Earth’s sea was blue. With the lightwaves passing through all the water in the ocean, blue hues were absorbed the least.
Thus, Earth’s seas were blue.
However when there was an abundance of plant-life, bodies of water or parts of the aforementioned became green. So Namek’s waters could be chock full of sewage, nutrients, chlorophyll or all sorts of other things to make it that colour. Russ settled on not trying his luck today. He instead made his way to one of the locals who were tilling the soil- space carrots, go figure.
Rubbing the back of his head, the boy waved a hand as he spoke. “Hello.”
“Greetings.” Aptly replied the Namekian.
“Sooooo.” Russ clapped his hands together, holding them in front of his mouth. “I was thinking about getting directions to somewhere?”
“You were?” Asked the sarcastic slug-person.
“To Earth, I need to know how I can get to Earth.” Reiterated the adolescent.
Finally giving up, the Namekian placed down the head of his hoe onto the ground below. Before continuing his work, this little problem needed to be settled. “Presumably, you can find a transport vessel or a person willing to carry you at the nearest Earthling settlement.” Off and towards the horizon, he pointed.
“Ah, alright.” And at last, Russ had nothing left to do besides walk, or run, or jump there. “Thank you.”
“You are welcome.” The green man then continued to till the land.
An awkward silence settled in between the two of them, interrupted only by the sound of a tool breaking dirt every once in a while. Neither party knew why the young man still stood there. Neither party went on to ask.
“One last thing though.” Russ shattered this social peace with all the force of three Distracts and a Time Stop being added as Condenses to a Final Explosion. “Before I leave, is there anything to do on Namek?” Asked the lad.
And so the man replied. “No.”
“Yeah, worth a shot- thanks anyway.” The Saiyan then began to walk off in a random direction- unsure of what else to do.
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Post by Etohn on Oct 7, 2018 19:50:32 GMT -5
Namek - Port Briefs[Yesterday Night(?)]If Etohn had a zeni for every time he had to go to boring Dominion meetings, he'd have too little to afford almost anything. Seriously, even a decent set of clothing could run him tens of thousands of zeni. It was, however, still a large enough amount to make him a bit regretful of his position. Sure, being a Captain was cool and all, but he really hasn't done much aside from going to meetings and training. This was no exception, either. Stepping out of the office building, he yawns to himself. Since Namek had 3 suns, the place was constantly bright outside, so he wasn't exactly sure how long he was there, discussing trade agreements and a possible Dominion recruitment program. Stuff he didn't really care about, but given his connection to the New Namek citizens, a job he was the most qualified to take. "Well, probably should catch some sleep now...Don't think I have anything else to do here, so I may just kick back and relax for tomorrow. Might even go check out some stuff around here. Wait, no, people're probably just going to try and get my autograph or whatever..." Etohn mumbles to himself as he begins making his way for his hotel room for the night. On most planets, he doesn't really need to worry too much about his fame, but Namek and Earth always proved to be a problem for him, given how he can barely go anywhere there without being harassed by "fans." Even now, as he walks the streets of Port Briefs, he is forced to walk the alleys to avoid the majority of the people there. It didn't take long for them to figure out that was where he was going, though. After giving his dozenth autograph to bums, he decided to just use Instant Transmission. Finding a spot where he was 90% sure nobody was watching him, he would teleport away to his hotel. Reappearing in front of a very startled maid, Etohn gives them a curt nod before walking down the hall they were in. Luckily, he was near his room, which he quickly unlocked with his key and stepped in, ensuring the door was relocked behind him. Given how much money he makes now, Etohn made sure to buy one of the most quality hotels in the entirety of the city. A small kitchen, a dining area, a living room for viewing television, a way-too-large restroom. Yep, the upsides of high-quality living. With a clap of his hands, the overly-large window even darkened completely, blocking out all light and intruding eyes. Without another moment wasted on the frivolous wonders of this extremely expensive room, Etohn floats over to his bed and falls down into it, immediately swallowed up by the soft mass of sleep-inducing fabric, and it did indeed induce sleep. A few moments is all it took before Etohn was knocked unconscious quicker than any other Super Saiyan could. Word Count: 498 (Total: 498) T
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Post by T on Oct 8, 2018 11:54:49 GMT -5
“MAKKANKOSAPPO.” Following the thunderous war cry, a deep yellow beam shot out towards the sky. A continuous coil of equal colourisation outlined the narrow pillar of energy- traces of magenta could be seen along it’s ends as well. This was nothing less than a brilliant display of excellent Ki control utilised in the execution of such a technique. Despite this, the boy failed to grasp what exactly happened.
To him, it just seemed as if a green man said a word and shot energy.
“I’m sorry, what?” Russ narrowed his eyes upon the Namekian warrior. He remained seated in a cross-legged position while watching the display take place- an idle stance for training. Though, it not one that he would have adopted if he was actually learning anything.
“Makkankosappo.” Repeated the particular member of the planet’s warrior clan. “It means ‘Demonic Piercing Light Murdering Gun’ in my language.” He straightened his posture, bringing both hands to rest at ease. Performing such a feat demanded a great amount of focus even without considering the energy required to do so. “Some people also call it the ‘Special Beam Cannon’.”
The Saiyan almost snorted. “Special Beam Cannon.” He parroted after him.
“You find this funny?” The Namibian grunted, crossing his arms as he eyed down Russ.
Immediately, he brought himself to a stand. Both hands raised and waved frantically as he spoke in prose. “Oh no no no no, no.” Well he did, but ‘yes’ would not be a good answer. “Just-” “What makes it special?” Trying to steer this failing conversation had both it’s ups and downs. Regardless, this was the only valid tactic he thought of on the spot.
“Well, it drills things.” Obviously. Except neither beams, nor cannons were not supposed to drill things. “Also you fire it with one hand.”
Now that gave Russ an idea. “But what if you used two hands?”
Two hands. Double the amount of hands, double the energy. Or at least that was where his train of thought headed. Again, he did not know how energy attacks worked in the first place. Guns, aeroplanes, spaceships, and energy beams had one thing in common when concerning the young man- all the experience he had was simply being hit by them in one way or another.
“Alright, I think we’re getting a bit off point here.” Sighing to himself, the warrior shook his head. “Do you think you can do it?”
“If the last thirty-six times were anything to go by,” uttered Russ as he shrugged. “It would be that I still can’t use Ki.”
It only just occurred to the Namekian that the Saiyan was somehow far stronger than him, yet failed to possess the aforementioned skill. The aura he senses was definitely densely packed with spiritual energy. However, the person somehow lacked any sort of aptitude to working with their latent power.
Was this truly one of the people to face down Lord Trombone?
Did he do so using only his physical might?
Even after being instructed to aid the boy, he was having his own doubts as to the truth in the matter. Perhaps the young man only hung back while other fighters carried them forth to save the day. How such an untalented person could best an immortal Namekian lord from the Demon Clan was beyond him.
“That may be a problem, yes.” Not a problem that he considered before the lesson started, but a problem nonetheless.
“Do you have any normal fighting techniques?” Russ could do those. Russ could do plenty of those. Like kicking. He could kick. Also punch. “Like special melee attacks?”
“We can stretch out our arms, but usually we forget we can do that all the time.” They usually forget that they could do that alI the time, especially when they need to stretch their arms out to fight more efficiently.
“I cannot do that.” He could not do that. He probably would not be able to do that any time in the future either.
“We may have a few problems here.” Inhaling deeply through his nostrils, the Namekian closed his eyes. “I suppose there is little than can be done here, save for more physical training.”
That and wait for a supposedly famous figure to arrive. Perhaps then the teacher could make some progress with someone.
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Post by Etohn on Oct 13, 2018 22:35:46 GMT -5
"God, can I even get one day to myself?" Etohn asks incredulously as he gazes at his PDA. On its well-lit screen was a message from one of the Namekians at his meeting yesterday. It seems like they wanted to get their training program up and running immediately and have the heroic, talented, and powerful Half-Saiyan Captain come assist. So not only is he being required to spend more time on New Namek for this, leaving him not even a day to just relax here, but he also would probably be working with people that have no ki-related capabilities. Etohn didn't dislike people that wished to learn how to use it, but working with such people? God, it's insanely difficult for anybody but Saiyans to just learn the basics. Give a Saiyan a day or two, and they could probably become an amateur martial artist, but most other races would need months of training to even become a newbie. Really not fun for him when it's just him trying to beat their heads into a metaphorical wall before they can pull it off. Groaning, he rises from his bed, pocketing his PDA before stepping towards the shower, his prosthetic arm clunking to the floor as he went. He'd need a nice, warm, relaxing bubble bath to prepare himself, and he was fully willing to indulge himself. As he dunks into his bath, multicolored bubbles already dancing all around the room, a screen descends from the ceiling. On its screen was a very cluttered UI, depicting options such as TV, shopping, meal orders, etc. Why someone would want to bother with such things while relaxing in a bath was beyond him, but it did bring an idea to Etohn's mind. [Hours Later]"Thrmph you," mutters Etohn, his voice muffled by the layers of cloth wrapped around his face. The receptionist can only nod and give a cheery response back, doing very well to hide how scared they are of the mummy-like individual leaving the hotel. Etohn's plan was going swimmingly as he left for his destination, as absolutely nobody came up to him, asking for stuff like autographs or to show them how strong he was. No, people were actually actively avoiding the incredibly suspicious individual, much to his glee. All this stuff didn't even cost him that much, either. He only had to get a few pounds of bandaging, used clothing, and a pair of cool looking goggles, and boom. Now he could go around without people bothering him. Absolutely nothing could go wrong.
Awkwardly waddling along, Etohn arrives on the training grounds, his breathing haggard. Now why is that, you ask? Wasn't this his masterful plan that couldn't go wrong? Well, first off, Etohn is not a great planner, and secondly, when a planet is constantly submerged in daylight due to three different suns, it would make sense that it gets very hot. Most Namekians wear minimal clothing, investing in loose fitting trousers and vests, which is perfect for these kinds of temperatures. A large trench coat on top of his tee shirt on top of all of the bandaging covering his body, however, is far less suited for such conditions. Thus, Etohn would stand there, silently staring at the Namekian he was told to meet up with, slowly cooking in his own deathtrap he's put himself inside of. Words: 558 (Total: 1056) T
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Post by T on Oct 15, 2018 10:04:56 GMT -5
One. Two. Three. Four.
Being bored had its ups and downs. On the positive end of the spectrum, it meant that he probably was not in any life threatening situation- better bored than overly excited on adrenaline while dying. Russ was bored, but the downside of being bored was just that. He was bored. He had nothing to do but pushups, sit-ups, squats, and all other forms of physical exercise.
Twenty-one. Twenty-two. Twenty-three. Twenty-four.
It had been a long time since he last felt weary from fatigue. Basic exertion of his muscles took anywhere from weeks to months in order to make him feel some form of strain. Even weighted clothing did little to affect him now. If anything, they only seemed to act as regular clothing for him considering he had nothing else to wear. On that note, the boy remembered that he needed to wash his Gi soon.
One hundred and one. One hundred and two. One hundred and three. One hundred and four.
He paused for a moment, staring down at the sky as he stood upside-down on his hands in a handstand. Russ felt almost as light as a feather despite the weight of a metric ton balancing on top of his feet. In training himself and attaining an overly herculean strength, he was unsure if he had forgotten something or another. Namely, the motive in achieving said power.
All along this strange journey, the boy convinced himself that all of this was so that he could better protect the innocent people of the universe. Yet as far as he knew, nothing had changed after reaching heights unknown. His reach only spanned so far. Saving everyone was an impossible task.
How could he help them?
Would it really matter in the end?
What kind of challenges awaited him on-
“I think the legendary warrior is here.” The Namekian supervising his training turned to face the not-quite invisible man.
“Legendary warri-” Just as his gaze shifted to follow the teacher’s line of sight, he lost focus. The metric ton on his feet teetered back and forth slowly while he tried to stabilise himself. “oOa-hoAo-A-”
WHAM.
Russ laid still in the crater created by the fallen weights.
“Take a break,” ordered the master to this flightless pigeon.
And then he got up.
Untying the Katchi-Katchin from his ankles, the boy took to a stand in order to properly get a view of the strange mummy-man. No more time for brooding or complicated thoughts would be allowed- especially not during training. He could better spend whatever time he had on Namek by listening to the advice of this mystical-fighter-person. But before going up to him, the boy swept dust and dirt off his own clothes.
Clasping his right palm over his left fist, the Namekian bowed forward to a slant. “Thank you for gracing us with your presence,” he spoke as he stood upright once more. The key word was ‘presence’. This disguise may have fooled the eye, but such a peculiar energy signature would probably be recognised if not suppressed to an extremely low level.
Nobody for miles could see them now, save for the other warriors sparring one another. Be that as it may, none of them seemed to bother keeping track of Russ or the person tutoring him. It was safe to say that most of the lot had assumed the teenager was another no-talent, easy-going martial artist who only came to the planet in order to train with mystics.
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