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Post by Dain Sincara on Dec 16, 2018 14:53:40 GMT -5
Dain was standing in the corner of the street, shouting like a ordinary fishwife, trying to peddle some kind of wares. His white hair fallen long past his shoulders and resting upon his arched back. His weight was shifted mostly upon the wooden cane, that he clearly needed because of his age. The weather was cold and moist, causing his arthritis to play up, clearly noticeable as occasionally he would try to straighten himself, accompanied by load moans. It was not even an act. The spell he had been placed under did not only change his appearance to that of an old man, it also burdened him with all the ailments that came with it. A soft curse spilled from his lips as the first rain drops began to hit the pavement. With a soft muttering he reached for the handle behind him and began turning it, causing a screen to unfold above his head. As the rain grew stronger though a ghastly wind picked up and it felt even colder as before. Had he not been there to do a job, he might have already left, but instead he kept at it. Occasionally promoting his wares, at other times trying to talk to the people that walked by and others rearranging his wears so they would look better. All in all he was a lousy merchant though it seems as he barely sold anything. The first darkness was just about to set when Dain was just about to call it a day. Even despite the screen he was cold and wet, while the rain kept barraging on the ground, seemingly with ever more ferocity. Just as he was about to finish up a group of men appeared in the main street. Each of them wore dark suits and carried katana´s on their sides, as well as a golden circle on their arm. The first Dain noticed was the silence that fell as they approached. The previously buzzing main street he was standing on grew quite as people stopped talking and quickly back away to clear them a path. Even if he had not known who these people were, Dain could have instantly told they were bad news. “Good sirs, can I interest you in one of my many fine wears?” Dain said in a cheerful, but tired voice as he stepped away from his stall and in their way. At first they only laughed about the old man in their way, but as soon as they tried to ignore him and move past him, he surprised them. In a single movement he took a step forward and swung the oak cane into the belly of the man closest to him. “Give back my daughter!” He bellowed as he raised his cane again. This time though the men were prepared and albeit being scum of the Earth, they were well trained. Perhaps Dain could have taken them in his younger years, but the age gap of fifty years was just too big. Before he could swing again he felt the harsh reality as he was hit on the head by a fist almost as big as his entire head. The force was enough to throw his body to the ground and without any thoughts the rest of the group moved in. He felt a sharp pain as blows began to reign upon him and he cursed his old body. “P-please… He muttered as he tried to roll up into a ball, protecting himself as good as he could. Word Count: 475 zarun
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Post by zarun on Dec 17, 2018 15:28:14 GMT -5
Zarun hadn't been to Earth for a while now, and the place almost seemed weird compared to what he had been getting used to. He had actual money now, thanks to earning a regular salary as opposed to just sitting around the woods for most of his time - it was an odd feeling, comparing it to life on Mitra. There, he got his own bed. He got a bathroom, he got a living space about the size of a condo, whatever a condo was. He assumed it was some other word that meant 'house' in some capacity. It was a whole different kind of living compared to how things had been for him on Earth, the past couple of years. It was still a big improvement to Vinagra, what with the ground being soft and the locals not immediately trying to kill him, but that didn't make it comfortable, or anything. The grass had been basically everything. His living space, his bed, his place to leave what he didn't want. Now that he thought about it, to the people living in cities, just trying to get by, he must've appeared like some weird savage man who had arrived here to do what he wanted and take what he wanted, which wasn't entirely untrue, but he wasn't the type to do it in a ruthless way. Zarun didn't see the point in living a life where you weren't pursuing your desires or your dreams - were you really even living then? His work, or at least his new work, in space was something that he found fulfilling, and it furthered his own goals, his own dreams and ambitions. It was a win/win for him, but something still made him want to see Earth now and again. It was a nice enough planet, and he wanted to see what life was like outside of with the animals.
The young Saiyan flew slightly above the skyline, rain pattering down towards him and burning up into steam in contact with his aura before it could make contact. It was one of the advantages of being a Ki user; the heat you generated was enough that it dealt with annoying little problems like this, without causing too much issue. It wasn't like he was in danger of overheating and exploding, or anything. At least, not yet. He wasn't strong enough for something like that to happen, but he was certainly making progress. Since his training in space, he had more than doubled his power level. Maybe that was the push he'd needed all along - well, that and the near death experience that he'd had on the plucky little planet Earth, but whatever. It was close enough to a reason, right? Whatever the case, he was going to try something different. It was why instead of heading towards the biggest mountain, the Saiyan slowly floated down, landing in a street in the middle of a city. He actually didn't seem too out of place, even if a couple of mostly older people glanced over when he arrived that way. Ki users were much more prominent on Earth these days than they used to be, or so he heard. It meant that he could blend in just well enough, being someone who looked like a Human enough already.
He wandered through the streets, mostly just checking out various stores and trying to see what human food there was on offer. He even tried another of those hot dogs, that the Commander was going on about earlier and had invited him to try. Even as he shoved an entire one in his gullet yet again, he didn't see what she was talking about. It was alright, but not the world-shattering experience that he'd come to suspect. Moving off, he continued walking through the rainy streets, now getting a bit wet from the lack of an aura pulsing around him. He was momentarily distracted by the weather, only being brought back to reality as he heard someone yell 'Daughter' rather loudly, which seemed odd. The Saiyan's head suddenly whipped to the side as he looked further down, looking to a scene that seemed to be unfolding next to a stall. Some old man had just smashed his cane into a man's belly, with more strength than you would often see from an old guy. Actually, now that Zarun looked at him, his Ki didn't seem the same as a regular person's around here. He couldn't place it, and he couldn't really tell his strength or put any number to it like he'd been advised, either. What was it that was different about him?
His mind was taken off that the moment he saw the rest of the group surround and start laying into the man, clearly beating down on someone far less capable of them. Zarun's brow furrowed for a moment and he just couldn't stand it. He couldn't place why, but something in him just screamed that this was wrong. Even if he'd attacked first, he was old, and there was how many of them? This was too much, even for him to stomach. The Saiyan rushed forward, flying just above the ground as the moisture on the street kicked up behind him. "Get the hell off him!" He landed just feet from them, skidding across the ground and sticking out an open palm; it was a Kiai, powerful enough that it travelled above the level the old man was laying at, and sending the group of thugs flying back, though not far enough to even be sent off the street, or enough that he wasn't within range of being able to catch up and knock their lights out.
Zarun walked a bit farther up, crouching down on a knee next to the older man as he kept his gaze focused on the group farther down the street, who seemed to now be getting up, and they didn't exactly look pleased with him, the sounds of swords already being drawn from scabbards. He spoke quietly to the one laying next to him. "Sorry. Bad habit of sticking my nose in." He smiled slightly, thinking back to the other times it had gotten him in trouble. Hadn't stopped him then, though, and it hadn't stopped him now.
WC: 1,054
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Post by Dain Sincara on Dec 17, 2018 19:35:41 GMT -5
Dain could feel the pain in his old bones and body as a rain of kicks and punches came down upon him as a barrage that never let up. These guys are idiot´s, don´t they recognize me?” He thought surprised as he felt another kick hit him in the back of his head, causing blood to run from his ears and the corners of his mouths. “P-please stop.” He muttered between the blows. To no avail though. These guys were really thick it seemed. Had it not for his ability to heal himself and the fact that it was not his real body, he would have been dead right now. “Tell… Geno I… will… give him the… … formula” He finally managed to bring out between distorted breaths, causing drops of blood and saliva to fly from his mouth in abundance. I just hope these goons understand or this will all have been for nothing. He thought to himself For a moment it felt as if they were simply going to ignore it, when finally the barrage stopped. Despite the blood in his ears he could hear the men softly talk to each other and it seemed they were just about to take him with them, when suddenly he felt a strong power rapidly approach. For a moment Dain blinked and before he could respond he felt a familiar sense of energy, followed by the men flying off him. Dain muttered a loud curse and tried to jump onto his feet, only to feel a searing pain through his body. Apparently these man had done more damage then he had thought. “DAMNED!” He cursed loudly as the man landed next to him. Luckily it seemed for a moment that the men were going to attack the Saiya-Jin, when suddenly the smallest of them barked an order. Instantly the men began to turn around, sheathing their swords and begin to run as if their ass was on fire. “Shit!” Dain cursed loudly as he once more tried to get up, only to get be overwhelmed by a coughing fit. “Don´t just stand there, you buffoon. Get him!” Dain said angrily as he pointed at the small men vanishing into a nearby ally. There was no longer any need for the disguise, so Dain mumbled a few words under his breath and the magic veil began to disappear in smoke, revealing his own body. Sadly he was not much of a mage. He had to ask a proper mage to place the spell on him and his with his limited magic it would take far too long to dispel. At least a good thirty seconds and by then he would have lost any chance to catch them, ruining all the work he had done so far. “Catch that man and I will share my bounty with you.” He saw with a growl, trying to suppress the pain that flooded his own body now that he was removing the disguise. Followed by another curse as he realized the ribs in his own body had been broken as well. He had been unaware the disguise would translate the injuries. Bloody mages![/color] He cursed loudly was another wave of pain spread through his body and a clod of blood dripped from his own mouth. Word Count: 525 Total Word Count: 1,000 zarun
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Post by zarun on Dec 18, 2018 14:11:54 GMT -5
Zarun wasn't exactly sure what part of his brain seemed to encourage him so much to stick his nose in, to insist that he had to make something like this his business as much as it was anyone else's. After all, who was he? He was some jumped up Saiyan, who barely knew what that even meant, who had spent the better part of the last few years living hand to mouth in the forests of a world that he knew nothing of, that he had no part in, that he barely understood even the slightest bit about, nevermind the people living there. If anything, with a combination of that and the fact that he'd come from a brutal, savage planet where only the strong and the smart had the ability to to stay alive, you would expect someone like him to be ruthless, without mercy or compassion. Some days he felt like he could be, finding it difficult to quantify that aspect of his nature, that desire to help and to have that heroic spirit with the barbaric nature of his genes, that he'd inherited from ancestors long past. How did they deal with it? Obviously, a Saiyan had to be measured to some degree, right? It was difficult to just be let loose all of the time, to be doing violent things on a constant basis. It would have simply worn you out mentally eventually, no matter how much you loved it. He wondered if that was why there were so few of his people in the galaxy these days. If they had simply died out as a lack of motivation struck them in battle, or something like that. Well, he wasn't going to befall that fate, he very much knew that. He had dedicated himself to a purpose, to something to focus on, for a reason. With that, he'd never find himself lost in that dark.
Whatever the case, the situation he was in was more than a little...odd. Sure, a gang beating down on someone vulnerable didn't seem that strange, but it was a couple of different factors. For the first, they actually seemed a little reluctant to move in on him, and most guys like that, who had a group backing them up as they saw it, had a much higher level of courage than they usually would, whether they were up against an old geezer or someone capable of fighting. One would naturally assume that they'd come rushing straight for him, and he was preparing for that. Not that it would be hard to keep up if they did decide to make a break for it. Nevermind the fact that he could tell these weren't high level guys, he could recognise their Ki amongst the other people around. Although ki users were still scattered around the place, that didn't mean that they were a majority, or anything. Humans were still mostly pretty weak, since they didn't fight. So these guys, just above the typical person, or at least on the higher end of the spectrum, stuck out just that little bit more. Zarun was left more than a little confused as he heard the struggling voice of the old man to his side. Or at least, who he thought was an old man.
Whatever or whoever he was, it was clear that he wasn't what he seemed. Whatever kind of disguise he had put on, by whatever means, it seemed to be fading away. Actually, to better describe it, it was almost like it was melting away from his skin, as though it had been seared off by a great heat. Well, so much for being a hero or something, right? Looked like he had just gotten himself involved in something he didn't need to. Was this part of some kind of plan to get at those guys, or just to fool them into doing something stupid? He could believe it. They didn't look the brightest. Whatever the case, the merchant or whatever he was pointed out the man to catch, and said something about a bounty. Well, that worked for Zarun. He didn't care for the money, but he had to fix the mistake he'd just gone and made. What a dolt he was, thinking he should get himself involved in other people's business like this. "Forget the bounty. I'll get him for you anyway. Sorry."
Even if he didn't totally understand the situation (that much was obvious) he did understand that somewhere, he'd messed up. Well, more like he had messed something up, whatever it might've been that the supposed victim had in mind. With that, Zarun rushed forward through the air, rounding the corner after the smaller man. He homed in on his Ki, trying to make sure he didn't get away. He definitely wouldn't. He moved over the alleyway, up above and then back down, suddenly seeming to appear in front of where the smaller man was running, the Saiyan's arms crossed over his chest as he floated in the air. "You can stop trying, now. You want to come back with me the way that doesn't hurt, or do I have to be persuasive?" Huh. He wasn't that bad at threats, it turned out. He should try them more often.
WC: 888 [Total= 1,942]
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Post by Dain Sincara on Dec 24, 2018 14:31:40 GMT -5
The man let out a little yelp when someone just appeared in front of him. His brain was still trying to handle it all. They had just been making their normal rounds, when suddenly an old man had appeared in their way and taken a swing at them. Naturally they had begun teaching him a lesson, as was well in their right of way. Everyone knew his father ran this town and the neighboring area´s. To his surprise the man turned out to be a scientist they had, futily, been looking for a long time. It made no sense at all, but before he could figure it out someone had appeared and knocked them all away without even touching them. It must have been some kind of trap, but he did not know why or how. The man let out another terrified curse as his feet hid the pavement, desperately trying to break before slamming into the man. “Don´t you know who I am?” He managed to squeeze out, out of breath as he stopped just a few feet in from his foe. It was supposed to come out as a threat, but it barely was one. In this area he was one of the most accomplished fighters and KI users, yet he already knew this foe was much beyond him and worse… he was feeling another KI growing from where he was just coming. Just at the moment Dain appeared behind the man, cornering him between himself and the other Saiya-Jin. Blood was still dripping from the corners of his mouth and he was tightly wrapping one arm against his chest, putting pressure on the broken ribs. Despite his injuries his face displayed a big, bloody grin, as he finally caught his prey. Sure it had been annoying to use the spell, to be able to get captured and taken to their lair, to rescue the daughter. It would have been so much easier to just find them, but he had no other leads and this had looked like the best option. “Okay so let me officially introduce myself. I am Dain Sincara, a bounty hunter, hired by the man you mistook me for and you will tell me what I want to know.” He said as he began to glow quietly, as the healing spell was starting to work. “Or my little friend here will be allowed to be persuasive.” He said with a grin, as he took one step forward, only to freeze in his step as a wave of pain hit him. They honestly had done a number on him. “Sorry for imposing upon you, I don´t even know your name, but I would be much obliged if you could extract from his the location of his layout. Dain said with a little nod to the young man, just as he felt several KI-signatures closing in upon them.
Word Count: 500 Total Word Count: 1,500 zarun
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Post by zarun on Dec 28, 2018 5:40:40 GMT -5
Zarun wasn't really used to dealing with someone so slow. No offense to these guys, but they obviously weren't users of Ki, or the kind of people who trained in any sort of way. Well, maybe they did, but more just with push-ups and lifting weights. Those were fine ways to do it, but the progress you made doing it with and without Ki use? The difference between the two was quite stark and telling, so Zarun really didn't know why there was anyone still around that didn't use Ki now that it was a more common practice. There was no way they didn't see him fly down in front of them, right? If he was too fast for them, then it looked like he'd just relocated all of a sudden, like it was some kind of teleportation. That was actually something he was pretty sure Ki users could do too, though. He remembered that when he'd been brought to Mitra, Kuueru had been able to use a form of teleportation. It was interesting to think of how much he might be able to push the boundaries of his energ,y but he was admittedly getting a little distracted. In truth, he just didn't find these guys very interesting. Sure, he'd wanted to help out that old guy - who wasn't really an old guy, apparently, but he was expecting these thugs to at least be...a little bit strong, he guessed. He found himself somewhat disappointed.
The Saiyan leaned forward and downwards, floating a bit closer to the small man as he demanded to know if Zarun knew who he was. That was a good question, actually. Zarun squinted, examining his facial features carefully. No, he definitely didn't recognise this guy. He was sure that he would have if he knew him, but he honestly recognised so few humans these days. A lot of them looked pretty similar, even if they were much nicer to look at than some of the other species out there. "Hm....no, definitely not. I think I'd recognise you if I saw you somewhere before. Why, have we met?" Zarun had caught on what he was trying to get at by this point, but the Saiyan admittedly thought it would be much funnier to just mess with him. It wasn't like he'd feel bad for a guy like this - he had thought that guy was just some old man, and he had his goons beating him down. Maybe he was too, but something about it just smelled wrong and dishonourable to Zarun, and if he was going to meet those standards of honour, he couldn't just stand by and let that happen, right?
Zarun's eyes darted up as he felt a much more powerful Ki approach. A much, much more powerful ki. He hadn't noticed before when this guy appeared to be old and after he was hurt, but he was....actually crazy strong. This guy might have been as strong as his commander, or at least close enough. Where were all these powerful people coming from? It felt like he hadn't seen one for years, and then they all started to just appear out of the woodwork, arriving wherever he was. He was a little excited just by the man's presence, but he decided to contain himself for now. He could always ask about it later, maybe. Who was this guy, though? Zarun had seen strong Earthlings before, but nothing like this guy. He even looked weird for an Earthling, now that Zarun thought about it. He supposed he wasn't really one to judge, was he?
"Not that little." What was with all the comments about his height recently? He wasn't short! Or...maybe that wasn't what he meant. Whatever. The comment actually paired well with Dain's in being intimidating, so he'd just go with it. He tilted his head when the bounty hunter addressed him personally, giving a nod. "Sure, I could do that. I'm Zarun, by the way." He felt the other signatures closing in, but he figured Dain could handle that. That, and he was curious to see how he did, what his style of fighting was. He floated down until his feet hit the ground, squatting down to look the smaller man in the eye. "I don't suppose asking nicely would work, would it?" The angry look on the gangster's face said enough to him, causing the Saiyan to chuckle. "Didn't think so."
WC: 758 [Total= 2,700]
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Post by Dain Sincara on Dec 30, 2018 8:38:39 GMT -5
Dain shrugged his shoulders, then rolled them to wear down the stiffness in his body. As he finally was done transforming, his tail popped back into existence. It wriggled with satisfaction as it was finally allowed to move again. The healing spell was about done, at least the internal damage was healed. “Nice to meet you Zarun. Sorry for not introducing myself sooner, my name is Dain Sincara.” Dain said with a confident grin, as he turned towards Zarun, introducing himself to the young Saiya-Jin. It was always a pleasure to meet someone from his own race. Dain was just about to take over the interrogation when he felt a tremendous power appear near them. There it is! He thought immediately as he looked up, to identify the person on top of the roof above the alley. “I thought you were under orders not to cause anymore trouble, Yestrom…” The man spoke with a rough voice, plagued from many years of smoking. It was obvious the man was there for the man caught between the two Saiya-Jin, but rather then being happy about it, the man shrunk even further together. He began muttering a few words, but never got the chance to finish them. “Don´t waste your breath. Your father has send me to retrieve you and he will deal with his own failed offspring.” The man responded gruffly, not hiding any of his feelings towards the young man. What happened next, happened in a flash and it would be difficult to pin point what happened first. “Tamenop!” Dain growled deeply, as he unleashed his energy, allowing the golden energy to explode around him without any restraints, leveling the buildings around him. At the same time the man moved with a speed that caught even the experienced Saiya-Jin off guard. Before he realized what happened he was blinded by an extremely bright light, forcing him to cover his eyes. “SHITE!” He exclaimed as he felt how the humongous presence of their foe vanished, appeared next to their target and then both of them vanished. “Well that was a bust.” Dain sighted deeply, once the glow began to fade and his vision was returning. A slight annoyance shimmered in his eyes as he reached inside his pocket to take out one of his favorite black cigarettes. He was just about to consider it a waste of time, when suddenly the device on his arm lit up and it displayed a short message. “Hold that thought… it seems we have a location!” Dain said as a grin appeared on his face, so deep he was afraid it might rip open. Apparently the tracker he had placed on their target earlier on worked and with the help of his ship in orbit, it was able to penetrate the secured location of their base, which had eluded him before. With the tip of his finger he lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply. He was just about to move, when he suddenly realized his new friend was still there. “Hey Zarun, how would you feel about returning the favor to them? I mean they did just make us look like fools after all.” Dain said with a grin as he turned to Zarun, hoping to spark the pride in the young man, that was usually part of his race. “There is a small pub around the corner, if you are interested, meet me there and I will fill you in.” Dain said with a grin as he turned around, exhaling a cloud of white smoke into the air, as his golden aura fell away and he left the alley, or rather the remainder of the alley, as if nothing had happened. Word Count: 650 Total Word Count: 2,150 zarun
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Post by zarun on Jan 1, 2019 13:14:04 GMT -5
Zarun glanced over to Dain, only noticing the most important feature - his tail, the moment that he did. He was a Saiyan. Ignoring everything else, from the fact he was some kind of bounty hunter, insanely strong, and had some kind of golden aura (what was that?), he was now immediately raised up in the younger warrior's eyes. Although he had no tail himself, his own features were obviously that of a Saiyan as well, something he was very proud of. Now though, he had to think of how he was going to try and...well, not impress Dain, but make sure that he didn't screw something up, at the very least. That did seem to be a bad habit of his. So far, his meetings with other members of his race hadn't been that good. He'd only encountered the one back on Kabocha, which was a whole other bust in of itself, but it was the meeting with the Saiyan who had apprehended both him and his commander that had bothered him the most. He could remember the words he spoke echoing in his head, calling him weak, looking at him with a mixture of confusion and disgust. Was it so easy to look down on or hate someone who was unworthy? What even made a Saiyan worthy of being one? He didn't know, and he was sort of afraid to ask. He daren't push Dain for it - he'd already caused enough trouble as it was.
His head whipped back, his eyes darting up as he heard the voice from above. So, this guy they had here was the kid of someone important then, huh? He didn't look that young. If he was already looking like this, how old must his dad be? The idea that his father would somehow 'deal' with a 'failed' offspring just didn't sit right with Zarun. Ignoring the other obvious issues, it tied into other problems he had, and kicked him somewhere he just didn't like. Who was his father to decide what happened and when with his son? Surely he was old enough to make his own decisions, and do what he wanted! Even if he was kind of a weirdo jerk, that was hardly the worst thing that Zarun had encountered so far in this quadrant of the galaxy. Whatever the case, he decided he may as well stand with his new friend here, and be ready to deal with the man on the roof. Even as he readied himself, the younger Saiyan was caught off-guard by the blinding flash of light. It was probably something he should've been able to notice, considering he'd once used the same idea in his own bag of tricks not that long ago. It was on this planet too, in fact! He should've seen this coming, ironically enough. After that, all he could see was the insides of his own eyelids, his hands covering his eyes as he tried to protect them from any more blinding light.
Apparently, it was already over by the time Zarun could even see again, rubbing his eyes as he tried to recover. The guy that he'd headed off had disappeared, along with the one that had confronted them from the roof. Well, that wasn't a good start. He was hardly going to make a good impression like this. Zarun just decided to pay attention to what the more experienced of the two had to say, chuckling a little and returning the grin as he mentioned getting back at them. The younger Saiyan scratched the side of his head, an amused expression on his face as he spoke. "Well, I did kind of mess you up when I jumped in earlier without thinking, huh? I should probably try and make it up to you anyway, I think! That sounded right to him - even though he had good intentions, he had kind of screwed with Dain's plan. Then again, with that guy turning up, maybe it was always going to have a wrench thrown in the works. Whatever the case, Zarun figured there wasn't much point in not helping - he would get a chance to meet and figure out more about another member of his race, and it sounded like a bit of fun anyway.
It wasn't long before he floated over to the establishment Dain was talking about, this 'pub'. Now that he looked at it, it seemed like it was another place that made food. Why did Earthlings have so many different names for places that made food? Was it even just Earthlings that did that? It was hard for Zarun to figure out the logic of the galaxy sometimes, especially when it came to one of his most favourite subjects. He descended slowly onto the pavement, approaching the older Saiyan quickly, not having anything else that caught his attention. "Hey. So, uh...what's the plan?"
WC: 822 [Total= 3,522]
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Post by Dain Sincara on Jan 1, 2019 16:23:59 GMT -5
Dain had already taken a large table and ordered a copious amount of food. The city might not be too big, but like most places nowadays had a place to serve Saiya-Jin. This usually even was sponsored by the city itself, as his race tended to drive places to bankruptcy. Last time he went to an all you can eat buffet with a couple of old war buddies, Dain and his cohorts had emptied the entire place and actually caused the owner to cry. After that they hit two more pizza places, making the owners cry in happiness as they made them rich and ended up drinking a bar empty. Given the reputations Saiya-Jin -and some other races mind you- now had in the universe, places for them to hang out had been created. Of course the food they served was not the best and the booze was just a grad above swill, but they could deliver it in such copious amounts it still made a Saiya-Jin happy. At the very least it made Dain happy. By the time Zarun arrived, Dain was already enjoying a pint of beer and the first dishes were being setup for him. From the corner of his mouth bungled a cigarette and he was just about to take a sip of beer, when Zarun arrived and he waved him to take a sip of beer. “Well first of all, we´re going to have a nice dinner. I´ve been starving myself all afternoon.” He said with a grin, before emptying half the beer in a single sip and then reached out for a huge, steaming leg of some kind of bird. He could feel the juices run pas the corners of his mouth as he dug his teeth in the delicious soft meat. It was not as well flavored as he´d like, but then again he was being used to being catered by some top chefs on board of his chef. At the very least it felt right in his mouth and his stomach let out a delighted moan as the first food of a long, long sitting began to make it´s way down. “Okay, so I have been hired to retrieve someone daughter.” Dain said between bites, as he continued to gorge himself, his well trained tail wrapped around a spoon, giving him a third hand to help him eat even faster. Apparently the sight of a Saiya-Jin eating was not as comon as the existence of the place had led him to believe, as already people were slowing down to watch him and a small crowd was starting to form. “There is a anonymous reward in the city for anyone who will stop this gang. Dain said, grinning at the aspect of being able to get paid more then once. “To make it even better, most of the people we are after have bounties on their head.” He said happily as he stabbed his fork in a slab of steak and swallowed it almost without chewing. Dain was not sure which of all the traits as a Saiya-Jin he loved the most, but he was adamant that their ability to enjoy food and drink, was definitely in the top three. “Anyway for me there is a fourth reason. The guy that intervened just now… let´s just say I owe him something.” Dain said as he grew serious for a moment, before continuing with his feast. All around him empty plates and bowls were starting to stack up and the kitchen had already begun replacing the dishes that were disappearing. Slowly Dain was beginning to slow down a bit and even took the time to take a break and smoke a cigarette as he talked with Zarun. “So tell me a bit about yourself. You seem to be young, yet already seem incredibly strong.” Dain asked or rather inquired curiously from the young man. The Saiya-Jin could barely remember anything from the time he was still in his twenties, but he was certain he was not that strong. Or was he? It was almost 1400 years ago by now and he could barely remember his elemental parents. That was the problem with immortality. His body had stopped aging at it´s prime, but his mind could simply not store enough data to retain that much memories. Nowadays he had the problem fixed with technology, streaming his memories directly to a database on board his ship, from where he could access them at will. The oldest memories had already degraded too much though and at best he sometimes got a fraction back. “Actually I wanted to ask you something else as well. I really do appreciate you helping me and I was wondering if there was perhaps something in the future I could do to return the favor.” Dain asked serious as he blew a cloud of black smoke into the air, before extinguishing the cigarette. Word Count: 850 Total Word Count: 3,000 zarun
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Post by zarun on Jan 4, 2019 14:21:15 GMT -5
Zarun hadn't had the luck yet, to know that there were places that actually accommodated those like him. It didn't help that the people he met tended to not want to deal with a Saiyan in the first place, so he assumed that he just wasn't going to be welcome in most establishments. It was what had surprised him about the fact that Dain was asking for the two of them to actually meet in a pub, of all places. Whatever a pub may have been, if it was different to cafe. Or to a restaurant, or to a bar. What else was there that they used to describe eateries? Oh, an eatery. Larder...the list just went on and on. They really should just have one word for it. Earthlings were so weird and diverse about everything. The one thing he appreciated about that, was that there was all manner of tastes and experiences you could get on the culinary level. He appreciated it much more than any Earthling would ever get, but that was just fine by him. If they didn't get it, it meant they wouldn't be competing with him for the food. Even so, there was more than enough at the table when he approached, for him and Dain to stuff themselves silly. He hadn't eaten for at least....fifteen minutes. He was veritably starving.
"Starving yourself?!" Zarun said it through the food that was already being shoved in his gullet, the young Saiyan downright ravenous even by the standards of his species. He tried the beer, but quickly stopped with that. He didn't get any kind of buzz from it, and he'd never cared for the taste of the alcohol that came from Earth. He wasn't sure what it was that he didn't like about it. Maybe it was too bitter. Not that he was tasting a lot as he shovelled food into his mouth, meat and vegetables along with plant matter of all kinds being ripped apart and consumed with reckless abandon. Zarun accepted that he had no restraint when it came to his meals, and he wasn't about to start now. He had barely even heard what Dain had said, so focused was he on the main course laid out in front of him. Come to think of it, why was he buying this for both of them? It was nice of him, but it must've been incredibly expensive, and Zarun doubted it was just out of the kindness of his heart. Well, it must have been at least a little bit of that.
The younger Saiyan was clearly impressed with Dain's ability to manipulate his tail, to almost use it like a third arm for controlling such fine movements as even manipulating cutlery and putting food up to his mouth with it. A tail was one of those things Zarun had always wished he'd had once he realised they seemed to be a staple of the Saiyan race. It was something else that marked him as not being normal, not being a real member of his race. It was never something he'd been able to contest. Apparently, those Saiyans who'd had their tails removed (there were also apparently procedures to restore them) had an obvious mark or hole of some kind that made it obvious where it had once been. He had no such mark. From what Sorben and other doctors had told him, he had just never been born with a tail. Which didn't make sense to him at all, really. He felt like he was just half-Saiyan at times, which was a shameful thing in itself.
"Oh, I see!" Zarun began to clearly understand as Dain explained more of the situation, making it nice and obvious for the younger of the two. That made more sense now, all that he was doing. He was trying to get beat up or snatched away by those guys so that he could get the disguise off and start taking them all down. Didn't work so well, though. Mostly because he interfered like he stupidly did. That, and as far as Zarun could tell, Dain was still as hurt when he became who he really was, as the old man he used as a disguised was. So if they beat him up harder...then it could've been a really bad situation, huh? "So you were thinking of going after them all at the same time, to get as much money out of the whole thing. Makes sense, I guess." Zarun had actually crossed his arms and stopped eating, but that was mostly because he'd already eaten his entire half of the food, his mouth thoroughly wiped and his face clear of any remains of what had once been there. He was still a bit peckish, but he didn't want to steal food from the guy paying for it.
He thought it was interesting that there was apparently something personal between Dain and the mystery man, at least before the subject quickly turned to Zarun himself, who tried to laugh off the compliment. "Who, me? Nah, I'm not that strong. Still working on it, though! I'm not a very....good Saiyan, you know? I wasn't raised with them, or anything. You're actually the second Saiyan that I've talked to for my whole life, and the first guy just knocked me out after one sentence." The words still stung in his mind, and he felt frustration and rage, some kind of wounded pride and ego within him bruising before he quickly buried it again, like he did with everything. He knew it wasn't healthy, but he didn't have many other ways of dealing with something like this. "Look, what I'm trying to say is - I'm just still figuring things out. About me. Or whatever I'm doing. Sorry that it's not all that...enlightening, or anything." He hadn't exactly explained a lot. In fact, he had explained just about nothing about himself. Maybe because it was all his character really amounted to.
Zarun blinked as he heard Dain mention returning the favour, causing another laugh from Zarun to try and awkwardly bridge the tension, or break the ice, whatever the saying might've been. "What, pay me back? You don't have to worry about that. I'm happy you're even letting me come along. You can keep the money, I just want to fight these guys. That guy on the roof seemed like he must be real strong, huh? If you're someone that wants to fight him. I bet they've got other powerful guys there." Just the idea seemed to get Zarun going again as he punched a fist into his own open palm, now clearly ready to fight, having eaten.
WC: 1,140 [Total= 4,662]
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Post by Dain Sincara on Jan 5, 2019 5:52:52 GMT -5
Dain looked at the young Saiya-Jin as he continued to ramble about not being a good Saiya-Jin and such. “Ya done?” Dain asked with raised eyebrows as he swallowed whatever was left in his mouth and then, without warning, slapped his young friend on the back of his head. “What are you talking about, not being a good Saiya-Jin? Do you think I am a good Saiya-Jin, that I was raised by them? Do you think that is what makes you good as a Saiya-Jin?” Dain asked with a big ass grin, as he stopped eating for a moment and raised his right arm clearly above the table as he tapped into his element. “I was abducted from my planet as a baby and raised on a planet of elementals, who taught me some of their tricks…” Dain said dead serious as his physical arm slowly began to arc with golden lightning, until the flesh was gone entire and in it´s place was his arm now in the form of Lightning. The electricity crackled loudly as it arced continuously, until he let go and his normal arm returned. “It was not until I was one hundred and fifty years old I rejoined our proud race and joined the army.” Dain said casually as he snapped his fingers for more food to be brought to the table and gestured his friend to dig in. “You are strong though and just from your reaction I can tell you are proud. Which makes you a good Saiya-Jin in my book.” Dain said, now with a friendly smile. He still remembered the Z-Fighters of old, a group of rag-tag heroes that apparently saved the universe a couple of times. Their power was insane, even compared to his own, but from what he had learned after wards, that they had not always been that strong. In fact if he had to make a judgment call, Zarun could probably have taken the legendary Goku, when Goku was his age. It was not his job though to give the young man counseling, so he did not speak further of the subject. However it did become apparent that Zarun was ready and willing to fight… like a true Saiya-Jin. Although Dain probably could have gorged himself a bit more, he decided to refrain. He had eaten enough and the table was already littered with empty bowls and plates. So instead he stretched himself out, let out a satisfied sigh and then reached for the inside of his pocket to pull out a black cigarette. “Would you mind taking up the bill with the Mayor? I took the job of eradicating the syndicate, so he promised he me all expenses would be covered.” Dain said with a grin as he stood up. He cracked his neck a few times, before stretching his back a bit. Instantly he noticed the pain and soreness were gone and a grin adorned his face. “Okay follow me Zarun, we´re going to have a little practice match. I want to warm up and see what you can do.” Dain said with a grin as he grabbed the youth´s arm and placed two fingers upon his forehead. Before either the bartender or Zarun had time to complain, they vanished from sight and appeared on a plain not far from the village. The wild grass swayed nicely under their feet and the smell of countless flowers in bloom filled the air. With a sigh he disrobed, leaving him only in his black spandex pants and wooden sandals, showing his scarred chest and the black sigil of his mistress on his back. “Now come at me with everything you got. If you can make me move from this spot you win. If I finish my cigarette, I win.” Dain said dead serious, yet a grin grew upon his face as he looked at Zarun. Somehow he liked the young Saiya-Jin. If he was right, the Saiya-Jin was filled with potential. So even if it mattered little in the grand scheme, he felt like he could at least give the young man an example. A goal he could strive for. “Oh and in case if you wonder whether I´ll make it easy on you, forget it. Let me show you what you can become, Zarun.” Dain said as he clenched his fist and tapped into the ancient power that lied within his blood. A short scream followed as golden energy exploded from his body, forming a crater beneath his feet as his hair turned golden, his eyes azure and his muscles bulked up. He had transformed so often that he could do it without the spectacle, yet he felt it would help with the show. Gusts of wind were raised around his body as he reached the pinnacle of his power, his golden aura burning brightly around him like an explosion and blue lightning began to arc around him. Suddenly he felt a tuck in his psyche. A small moment in which he instinctively wanted to push further. It confused him for a moment, yet it vanished just as quickly, so he ignored it for now. “Come!” He stated as he lit the tip of his cigarette with his finger and inhaled deeply, as he spread his feet slightly, bracing himself for what was to come. Word Count: 900 Total Word Count: 3,900 zarun
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Post by Dain Sincara on Jan 11, 2019 6:42:12 GMT -5
Zarun had managed to surprise Dain in the spar and eventually managed to move him from his spot. It was not a bad display and he looked forward to seeing what the Saiya-Jin would do in real combat. Sadly just as he was about to embark, Zarun had to make an exit. There was something the Saiya-Jin had to do and Dain was in no position to stop him. Still he had the feeling he would see the man again and they parted on good terms. With a sigh Dain lit another of his black cigarettes and then placed his fingers on his forehead. At the moment there was little to be gained from rushing into action, so he decided to go back to his ship.
“Hey Petey, can you give me a full summary of what I can expect down there?” Dain asked as he appeared in the middle of his room. With a few steps he reached his chair and looked over the gigantic room he had claimed as his personal room.
Although claimed was a bit of an overstatement. It was his ship after all, even if he had granted it to his mistress and gave her the master bedroom. The new room was slowly taking place though. He had already began erecting several walls and began to decorate them with trinkets and pipes to enhance that steam punk feeling he was going for. Albeit there was no reason for there to be separate rooms, he had found he did not like the gigantic space. It was hard to properly create decorations and he actually preferred to have smaller, cozier rooms as it turned out. Plus he had actually been having a lot of fun forging all the mental with his own hands. Where once he had been crafting using forges, now he had learned to do it simply with the heat from his electricity and shaped it with his telekinesis. Albeit he was still a novice at crafting like that, he was rapidly getting better and he was already able to form working screws and some intricate designs. Currently he was working on a gigantic steam punk clock, several feet wide, three feet deep and ten high. The proportions were as ridiculous as the mechanism, as he was trying to apply an old design he had looked up. It actually worked with steam and a constant pressure in the pipes to make the arms tick. It was proving to be a fantastic challenge as the design had to be meticulous to prevent it from running to quick or slow. Yet it was slowly coming along and he had fun incorporating several hidden compartments in the clock.
For example if he opened the clock and moved a useless lever, a mechanism would spring into action, unlocking a small drawer at the bottom. Inside the bottom was a small hole and if he stuck the key in it -that was hidden in the false bottom- a drawer would slide out from the side. Furthermore there were several knob shaped decorations on the clock, that if turned properly in the correct order and angle, would open a small closet like compartment at the top, that contained a book. He had decided to keep a small notebook of the intricate designs of the clock, the progress and notes, all combined in the heavy black book. It was a bit pointless, but he wanted his work to be saved. For if someone where ever to stumble upon his clock, they could see the design and appreciate his work. He had even added a few notes, hidden in the thick cover of the book itself, that explained and showed all the hidden compartments. For example the handles of the clock could be taken off, combined and formed the key that would allow them to open the insides of the clock and get to the mechanics.
Still that was all a bit futile now. Right now he was here only temporary, to catch his armor and wait for Petey´s update. Now that the enemy had seen his face, he could no longer go in as he had intended. They could easily figure out his identity and ruin his name as a bounty hunter. It seemed magic and subversion had failed, so now he would have to go in with brute force. With a smooth movement the device containing his black armor slid over his arm and with the push of a button it began to equip itself.
A moment later Petey began to talk in his ear. As he had suspected, now that she had access to the location of the base through the bodyguards locater, she had managed to hack into the system. The system was pretty good, being a closed system and all, but once inside she had no problem getting in. Within a few moments she had managed to locate all the defenses, it´s weaknesses and created a path for Dain to get in. “It is done. I have already uploaded all the information towards Peet and included a few battle plans to help you get started. From what I gathered though, it should not be a problem. They lack the strength and … hey the bodyguard just vanished from the base. Well it matters not, it will just make it easier for you.” She said, updating her info on the fly.
It mattered none indeed and a moment later the black armor equipped itself around Dain. It felt all too familiar and a moment later Peet made contact with him through the chip in his head, informing him about all the relevant data.
Dain looked a few moments over the data before coming to the conclusion the AI´s were right. Albeit a stronghold, unconquerable for most human forces, maybe even an army, the bounty hunter would face no such problems. He could simply teleport in, bypassing the shield and all the defenses. Once inside the defenses would be a mere fraction of their total strength as they foolishly had all been pointed outside. It was like a Katchin vault, only to have the backside to be made of paper. All he had to do was push through the paper backside and he could take all the spoils he wanted.
There was hardly anything anyone could have done to stop the bountyhunter. Not even the legendary bodyguard that had stopped them before stood a chance. Having regained some of his pride and his warrior prowess, his power had risen dramatically and he even was capable of tapping into a form far beyond his normal super Saiya-Jin form.
As soon as he teleported into the base of the enemy, he transformed, allowing his golden lightning aura to take shape within his armor. As expected the armor was a bit overloaded and lightning arced as it tried to adept, giving Peet -the version of Petey within his armor- the time to make the adjustments at the fly. Of course it was mere patchwork and in the end she had to simply bypass the armors restrictions and let some of Dain´s energy escape through the black armors Katchin skin. Making for a surprisingly cool effect as every few seconds an arc of blue lightning would run over his body. Still it diminished the total power of Dain slightly, as the suit was simply not designed to withstand or utilize that much power.
Luckily Dain had no need for the full extend and working at eighty percent would still be overkill. It was also a good test run of the armor. Neither Peet, Petey or Dain had expected the Saiya-Jin to gain so much power so quickly. During the mission Peet could gather the data and then Dain and Petey together could make the adjustments when he got back.
So it was in Dain´s own interest not to hold back during the mission at all. The wilder he got the more data the suit could gather and the better it would function in the future. -Albeit Dain decided to make the arcing lightning a feature as he loved how it looked and after seeing the impression it made on his foes.- So that is exactly what the Saiya-Jin warrior did. The base was basically a gigantic underground city, spanning the size of dozens square miles and being at least a quarter of a mile high. When Dain first appeared in it he actually let out a whistle, being impressed by how the humans had managed to build it.
When he was finally done he let out another whistle, as he had left nothing but ruins in his wake. After he had rescued the daughter and delivered her back to her father, he had teleported in and began systematically to eradicate the base and it´s combatants. He was about to be paid in tripple and just as he was about done taking out the entire leadership, including the big boss, the body guard reappeared in the city. Apparently he had been out on a mission and just came back, only to see the base in ruins and it´s entire leadership eliminated. -some actually captured as there were bounties on their head.- With a loud roar the man had charged straight at Dain, letting his anger overcome him.
It caught Dain a bit by surprise as he had never seen the man lose his cool before and he turned out to be a lot stronger than he had expected. Especially for a human, reaching a powerlevel well over half a million was very impressive. Still against Dain´s new power he had little to bring in, but Dain had a little fun with the man first. The bodyguard had thwarted him so often, he actually enjoyed playing with the man a bit, going on the defensive for a while, before finally taking him out. As the bodyguard went all out though he did more damage to the city then Dain had done and by the time he went down, the entire ceiling had collapsed and all that remained was gigantic hole in the ground covered with rubble and such.
Dain never one for doing half a job flew up, holding the unconscious body of the bodyguard in his hand and spread out his conscious. Using his telekinesis he began to draw sand from the entire surrounding area. At first small rivers of sand began to make it´s way to the hole in the ground, but as he expanding his senses and reach further and further, the rivers began to swell and eventually an entire waterfall of loose sand filled up the hole, till it was no longer there. With the base destroyed, the leadership gone and any remains buried under a quarter of a mile of sand and rocks, Dain felt the job was done. He placed two fingers on his forehead, teleporting him to the Earth space dock.
“I have someone for you.” Dain said as he appeared in front of the main desk of the justice department. With a flick of his wrist he threw the limp body towards the big ass android standing near the door towards the jail. He had been here several times before, so his appearance was met with Stoicism. Until the man behind the desk figured out who it was Dain was actually delivering. “HOLY FUCK! Is that th-” The man exclaimed as he almost jumped up from his chair. “Yes it is. Now sign this and transfer my pay please!” Dain said calmly, pressing the man back in his chair and holding out a small tablet, containing the details of the contract. He could imagine the man being shocked, but Dain simply had neither the time nor patience to do the entire ceremony all the time. Maybe it was a once in a lifetime for the man, seeing such a bounty, but for Dain it happened on a regular base and he still had two bounties to collect today. “I have other things to do, you know.” He said a bit annoyed as the man seemed to be still in shock and dawdle. In impatience Dain began to tap his feet, causing the office to start trembling like an earthquake. It seemed to finally wake the clerk up and a few minutes later the contract had been signed, Petey confirmed the payment and Dain was on his way to the local village, where he had another bounty to collect.
All in all it had been a rather productive day. He made some big cash with the main bounty, as well as points on his card, not to mention the local bounties for the gangs leaders and the rewards for getting rid of them in general. There was of course also the vault of the gang, filled with gold and gems, which he took for his own discretion. All in all he made a small fortune in less then a few days of work. What was more though was the Saiya-Jin Zarun he had met. The man had piqued his interest.
He was someone Dain would be following in the future for sure and he hoped they would meet again in the future…
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