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Post by Arba Starshine on Jun 4, 2015 8:59:19 GMT -6
Well that was certainly unexpected... Arba was anticipating a punch of some sort, but not a flying bed. Exercising a bit of his hard-earned agility by slipping around the bed, adjusting where he'd halted as Rakutsu does his little shadow step. Conveniently for them, they were now facing each other and could get a good solid gauge of each other's physical qualities up close. Arba was a good head taller than Rakutsu, and possibly almost twice his weight with densely knitted muscles that were well defined by great effort... Besides that, he wore his hair equally long to the Saiyan's, the bright orange mess fairly unkempt and contrasting vividly with his own blue-grey skin. "You're quick," the alien admires without any semblance of intimidation, "I am quicker. If you know what is good for you and that woman over there, you will not test my patience or my speed. Come with me and we can put aside this violence..." Drawing his Hand-Blaster from his hip, Arba jut his arm out in Rakutsu's mother's direction, "Don't, and I can make her life very much shorter."
For a moment, Arba had a glimpse of his own childhood play out in his mind's eye... In the event that Rakutsu wanted to take action, now was probably a solid time while the hostile alien was distracted... His speed was down with his flashback in effect.
Ki: 39/40, HP:30/30, Prepared Blaster Attack (unfired) 4 (5D), Dodge 2. |
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Rakutsu Hayasa
5th Class
Posts: 24 
Race: Saiyan
Affiliation: none
Powerlevel: 370
HP: 60
KI: 50
Strength: 6
Agility: 10
Vitality: 6
Energy: 5
Zeni: 400
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Post by Rakutsu Hayasa on Jun 4, 2015 11:03:08 GMT -6
He looked at his mom and back at the blue guy twice before laughing his ass off and wiping a single tear away. "Are you for real right now?! Who do you think trains me?" The blue man would see his mom had a very pissed off look on her face before vanishing from her spot to whereever leaving the two to fight. Rakutsu rushed to give a strong blow to the face then throw the man outside.
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Post by Arba Starshine on Jun 5, 2015 5:51:57 GMT -6
((I'm assuming that you put invested your full available 2 martial arts into your attack here. If you need help figuring out the combat system, PM me and I'll be glad to help explain things.))
Distracted by his own memories and the sudden awareness that Rakutsu's "mother" was now nowhere to be seen, Arba had but a brief second to curse his misplaced trust in the scouter he'd purchased with barely his first paycheck... Of course she wasn't hiding her power level or anything, it had to just be defective tech. In the meantime, Rakutsu had the perfect opportunity to take a full-force swing at Arba, and the alien only managed to shift himself into a more manageable position to absorb the blow before he was launched from the second story of the home, out the hole from which he came, and into the dirt below. That hurt... Time to get serious.
"Unpleasant," the blue-skinned alien muttered as he rose from the ground slowly, dusting himself off, "And thus you've made your second mistake. Your first was not complying immediately, now you've forced me to resort to violence... As if either of us wanted this." Slipping his arm into his hand-blaster and unclipping it from his hip, Arba raised it and utilized his scouter as an aim assist, pointing his closed fist towards the Saiyan on the second floor, taking but a fraction of a second to power up the gun and then take a shot, preparing to better dodge any follow-up attacks. "You brought this upon yourself... Just remember that."
Ki:38/40, HP: 27/30, Blaster Attack 4 (5D), Dodge 4. |
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Leo
5th Class
Posts: 42
Race: Genie
Affiliation: none
Powerlevel: 425
HP: 20
KI: 20
Strength: 2
Agility: 5
Vitality: 2
Energy: 2
Zeni: 675
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Post by Leo on Jun 5, 2015 11:31:29 GMT -6
Both the combatants would hear the sonic boom and scream of Jojo's ship entering the atmosphere. He looked around for a good place to park, but the cockpit window was facing forward more than down, which made it difficult for even his unblinking eyes. Consequently, a corner of his shuttle crushed a corner of Rakatsu's house a little bit with a resounding crash, sending splinters of wood, dust from plaster, and perhaps even asbestos fiber from outdated insulation flying into a sight-obscuring cloud in the air.
Jojo hummed cheerfully as he walked over to the airlock and cycled it. A whole world of technologically ignorant savages, just waiting to buy his space armor. He rubbed his hands together in anticipation at the though of the sheer amount of profit that would likely result from this. Taking a look at the damaged house, he briefly wished he had taken a contracting license so he could try and get the locals to pay him to repair the domicile, but shrugged, figuring that medical care was probably pretty backwards on this world as well.
In a singsong voice that pierced through the debris-fog like a knife, he said loudly, "Hiiii..."
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Rakutsu Hayasa
5th Class
Posts: 24
Race: Saiyan
Affiliation: none
Powerlevel: 370
HP: 60
KI: 50
Strength: 6
Agility: 10
Vitality: 6
Energy: 5
Zeni: 400
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Post by Rakutsu Hayasa on Jun 6, 2015 20:42:37 GMT -6
"You sure talk big for a guy who can't fight." Rakutsu prepared to attack the blue man, but is attention was turned to the sonic boom that when off in the distance. Turning to the source of it he saw a space ship in the distance as it crashed into his house which made him crash to the ground, but not in total pain. When he got up he looked at his house in shock before turning to the completely black man in anger. "WHAT THE f5)( IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!"
(OOC:Take this chance to knock him out from behind cause I want Raku to attend Frieza's visit)
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Post by Arba Starshine on Jun 6, 2015 22:40:15 GMT -6
Something cold and primal gripped Arba as the sing-song chortle of greeting of the terrifying black alien emerging from the debris came clearer than day, supernaturally granted presence by vocal chords that could have only been granted by Satan... No, not Mister Satan, actual Satan, from actual Hell. If the destruction of a huge part of Rakutsu's family home gave Arba pause, then Jojo's greeting had shaken him free by way of fear. Spotting his opportunity to nab his prize and flee the scene, Arba made an impressive quickstep with the full of his speed and applied a vigorous knife-handed chop to the left side of Rakutsu's jaw, jolting the vagus nerve and stunning the Saiyan in the middle of his vocal outburst.
Catching Rakutsu around the waist with his blaster-clad arm, Arba pulls the unusually light Saiyan up onto his shoulder and dares to glance at Jojo like one might briefly peek into the abyss, an involuntary shudder wiggling up his spine. Perhaps triggered to a mock aggressiveness to preserve his pride by his fight or flight response, Arba intoned in a similar sing-song cadence to the black man's greeting, "Goodbyyyyyyyeeeee," and then promptly ran the other fucking direction as fast as he possibly could. In other words, really damn fast. Nope, nope, nope. All the nope.
((Auto-hitting, as Rakutsu requested it. Also, stop being so creepy, Tim... You're scaring the children.)) |
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Leo
5th Class
Posts: 42
Race: Genie
Affiliation: none
Powerlevel: 425
HP: 20
KI: 20
Strength: 2
Agility: 5
Vitality: 2
Energy: 2
Zeni: 675
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Post by Leo on Jun 6, 2015 23:46:24 GMT -6
Jojo watched the blue guy slap the freak with a tail, grab him, and start fleeing like a madman. He'd have blinked in surprise if he had eyelids, but he supposed that the primitives of this world would be terrified of a technologically advanced space genie such as himself in retrospect anyway. He called after the guy, "Wait, if your bitch is in need of some medical attention, I'm a healer! From space! With space-medicine! Don't be afraid of my scary needles!"
As the blue guy began to recede into the distance, Jojo sighed and hopped back into the cockpit of his shuttle. He lifted off, and started following Arba in a ship meant to traverse the distance between systems. He vaguely wondered if he accidentally landed on the guy he'd be able to charge him for some sweet sweet drugs from his scary space needles.
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Post by Arba Starshine on Jun 7, 2015 0:12:27 GMT -6
Good lord, the hellspawn black-thing was chasing him in a spaceship?! Arba was fast, but not that fast... Something something, FTL travel. Ducking behind the nearest building and employing a bit of stealth as he lingered near the edge of the town, Arba reached up to his scouter to trigger the communications device before realizing that it was still on from earlier... Convenient. "This is 3rd Class Grunt Arba, I'm being followed by some offworlder in his ship. I have the Saiyan in hand that I was sent to find, but my ship is a single seater. This offworlder appears to be some kind of black... thing... and claims to be a healer? Requesting guidance from higher, should I attempt to request transport from the healer, or should I wait here on Eeyarth until a pickup can make it out here? I get the strong feeling I should not trust this thing."
Checking to make sure that Rakutsu was still unconscious as he hunkered down in the cramped alleyway, Arba found his way behind a dumpster and ducked down with his quarry, hiding from the ship.
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Post by Lotus on Jun 7, 2015 1:02:10 GMT -6
"Grunt, what of the lead on that mission? Surely you should ask your Chief what to do." Said the voice on the other line. It sounded rather annoyed. "Where is Chief Grig? He should have reported in by now. Has he been eliminated?"
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Leo
5th Class
Posts: 42
Race: Genie
Affiliation: none
Powerlevel: 425
HP: 20
KI: 20
Strength: 2
Agility: 5
Vitality: 2
Energy: 2
Zeni: 675
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Post by Leo on Jun 7, 2015 10:11:00 GMT -6
Jojo lost sight of his quarry, and set the ship to hover. Hitting the communication panel, he called out over the loudspeakers, "Come out, come out, wherever you are. You know you want my high-tech space armor. Now from space!" It wasn't that he meant to imply that it hadn't originated in space before so much as he knew people loved new things, so he went with "new and improved" as a sales pitch with a fair degree of regularity. As he spoke, he kept a careful eye out the viewport, in case speaking flushed his customer out into the open.
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