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Post by Kabbar on Oct 5, 2011 17:19:01 GMT -5
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and let slip the dogs of war
He had arrived in the North Pole late, but it seemed that the search was still going on. Search for some stupid machine, they could have been doing something more but - whatever, it's what his father had wanted done. Doing his best to avoid most detections as he hid his power level. He would not mind showing off his power and getting some fighting done, but it was best to avoid most of the fighting right now. Although, His power to hide his power was far from perfect and was still a pretty easy target to spot, although it was very minor compared to his real power level.
Flying though the rather chilly wheather was nothing to the young saiyan, compared to some of the planets far from sun's that he had to track though. His father had not made his life easy, but at the same time he was happy for the training - he loved it. Spotting a rather tall mountain he flew up to the very tip and landed looking across the land. So much land to cover - it was a shame that there was not an easy way to find it - although, Now that he thought of it - Why did his father not just blow up the entire place and call it a day? It seemed more his style. Must have been told not to gently rubbing the side of his cheek.
His father was so predictable, but when it came down to it - Like Father like Son.
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Post by Jean Briefs on Oct 14, 2011 16:21:50 GMT -5
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[/div] WHAT THE . . . how did it happen? From the moment Jean had arrived at the north pole, he had been able to sense his father's powerlevel. It was always there, it had been the whole time. Even through the fight between Bulla, Daikon, himself and that unknown person, throughout it all he had been able to sense Trunks' powerlevel.
Something was wrong. It was... no, it couldn't be fading, could it? As Jean flew across the snowy terrain, searching for Bulla, his concerns grew rapidly. He could hardly manage to focus on finding her, she must have taken off far earlier than him, more than he had originally thought, so finding her was tough, especially when he would much rather be attempting to find and help his father.
The boy's eyes slowly began to widen, shock crept over his face as the cold hard facts became clear. He stopped altogether in mid-air and ended up just floating there, completely dumbfounded. . . . "Dad!" in an instant, Trunks' powelevel had vanished entirely, extinguished into nothing, and Jean could do little more than cry out in shock. [/center] [/div] why...? [/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Kintoki on Oct 20, 2011 12:22:57 GMT -5
His feet crunched the ice beneath as he walked against the harsh winds. He'd endured a lot in his training, but right now he felt completely out of his depth. But that had been the point of his training - he didn't want it to be comfortable or easy. He had to brave this harsh weather and become strong. But as he walked by himself, hugging his own body even as it was wrapped in thick, comfortable clothing, he couldn't help but feel something was wrong. He didn't expect anyone else to be at the North Pole, but all the while he was here he felt a number of presences, many of them stronger than he was, a few beyond any power he had felt before. Beads of sweat would have run down his face were it not so cold, his reddened face frowning. What was going on here?
Through the icy winds, he heard an anguished cry ring out loudly. There were two power levels within his immediate vicinity, but right now he was focused on the closest one, as that seemed to be where the cry came from. Or so he thought - it was difficult to tell with roaring winds in your ears and your mind focused at least a little on the freezing of your own buttocks. But straying closer, he caught sight of the first one - a young kid with light blue hair, floating in the air. Kintoki somehow wasn't surprised - anyone able to survive out here must have been tough, enough to be capable of a technique such as flight. Standing over the icy ground, he looked up at the kid, part of him sympathetic to the boy's plight despite not knowing why he was sad.
"Hey!" he yelled, though at first he himself wasn't sure why. But Kintoki was a kind person by nature - he couldn't not care about this kid. "You... Are you alright?" he called out, concerned. The kid was younger than he was, but his power felt great. Especially if he was able to handle the icy winds of the Arctic. Seeing such a strong kid so sad tugged at his heartstrings a little - it reminded him of how weak he had felt so long ago.
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Post by Kabbar on Oct 21, 2011 20:29:22 GMT -5
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and let slip the dogs of war
His eye's drifted to the side, A very powerful power level had dropped out of existence. He had figured this would have to be a super saiyan to have such tremendous power. Tilting his head to the side, To think that an enemy could kill a super saiyan was impressive - His pride took a huge hit though, He wasn't even near that level - How was it that he had spent all his life training and still could not go to that stage...
Heading closer to the main fight as he came across a kid with light blue hair. He looked, sad - Maybe he knew the dead saiyan. Who know's. "...He died in battle, as All Saiyan's should" He said coldly to the younger boy. Titlting his head at the white haired boy now as he tilted his head. Seem's everyone of all sort's were popping out of the woodwork - This would had a very faint power level that he could read - Either he was hiding it or just another special human type.
Clenching his fist together. "...I missed all the good stuff"
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Post by Jean Briefs on Oct 22, 2011 10:11:09 GMT -5
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[/div] WHAT THE . . . how did it happen? Jean’s heart jumped at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. His head twisted and turned, trying to locate where it had emerged from, until finally his eyes set upon the figure of a teenager on the ground down below.
He didn’t want to respond to that question, of course he wasn’t alright, but he didn’t know the person on the ground so he didn’t feel obliged to answer. Huh? Who else was here, another person? A second person approached, this one clearly with a ...tail. The boy knew what that meant...
”Shut up!” Jean gritted his teeth together, attempting to contain his emotions. It was too difficult though, knowing that this kid knew nothing about his father, not who he was, nor how he had died. Not that he himself knew how it had happened, but he was sure of one thing, and that was that no one was supposed to have died. They had come here to help people. Now what... what was he supposed to do?
Jean glared at the saiyan. ”What do you know, anyway?” he snapped.
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Post by Kintoki on Oct 23, 2011 3:32:16 GMT -5
"That answers that question..." Kintoki thought to himself, his face uncharacteristically displaying a frown as he continued to look up at the kid. How old was he, anyway? Probably a few years younger than Kintoki, anyway. Before he could even say anything else however, another person appeared - staring at the new arrival, he wondered for a moment who he was, but the tail flickering behind him told him. "He's a Saiyan... One of those warriors..." he thought to himself. All of a sudden the new guy spoke and at once Kintoki felt his fists clench tightly, his nails practically digging into his palms. He died in battle as a Saiyan should? That was all he had to say? But nevertheless, it helped Kintoki begin to understand somewhat.
"So that's it..." he muttered too quietly for anyone to hear as he looked up at the two of them. The younger boy's reaction was exactly as expected - angrily, he yelled back at the new guy. Kintoki couldn't say he knew exactly what was going on, but this kid looked to be another victim of these damned invaders who'd taken over Earth. Kintoki felt his blood run cold, and it wasn't because of the location either. Without meaning to he let his ki flare up angrily, but looking back at the kid, he decided he needed to speak to this kid. Perhaps it was fate that brought him here. Kintoki wasn't sure. He wasn't even sure what he should say to a kid in this situation. He might have been cunning, but that didn't make him a good speaker. Nothing could really prepare you for this. But still, he flew up, floating so that he was on the same level as the kid. But he didn't stray too close.
"I... Ah hell, I'm not good at this..." he spoke, feeling annoyed with himself. He had a feeling, an idea of what he could try to say to this kid, but he couldn't think of the words. "Look... I know it hurts. The closer that person is to you, the greater the pain when they... Well..." he bit his lip. He couldn't say the word 'die'. Not around this kid. But he continued regardless. "Maybe we'll heal. Maybe we'll never heal. I don't have those answers, but... I refuse to believe they had to die, and I definitely refuse to believe that dying in battle is supposed to be some kind of honor!" he spoke, directing his last words towards this Saiyan kid who seemed to think this guy had died as a Saiyan should. Sure, Kintoki was only a Human and if this guy was a Saiyan, he was probably really powerful, but he wasn't going to accept what this guy said.
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Post by Kabbar on Oct 23, 2011 14:27:59 GMT -5
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and let slip the dogs of war
Listening to the emotional train wreck that called himself a Saiyan as he scoffs at the idea. "I know he fought for a cause - And you can respect that he put his life on the line to try to defend it." He said a bit more...sympathetic but still not really showing to much. Turning around as the human spoke. "Yes, To you it would make sense to run, to hide... from enemy's that could annihilate your planet. You trash disgust me... It's better to fight and die then to hide and die any day." Grabbing him by his neck and lifting him off the ground as if he weighed nothing holding him over even his own head. "...You sit back while our parent's fight to protect your world and think you have the right to make fun of our beliefs?" He bit his lower lip and dropped him harshly on the ground.
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Post by Jean Briefs on Oct 25, 2011 12:16:04 GMT -5
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[/div] WHAT THE . . . how did it happen? The white-haired teen could fly too, but Jean wouldn’t go as far as to say that he was really surprised by it. Mostly, he was too busy wondering why this person cared enough to try to make him feel better... They didn’t even know each other, knew absolutely nothing about one another. However, Jean could now be sure of one thing, the human certainly couldn’t be with the enemy.
”I should’ve been there... to help him...” he mumbled in a sort of response, he could feel unwanted tears welling up in his eyes. If he had only made it to the North Pole sooner... if he could only have found Trunks in time, he could have helped him... Maybe, if Trunks had had any help at all, this wouldn’t have happened. God... the boy felt sick.
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Post by Kintoki on Oct 26, 2011 9:34:50 GMT -5
His comment was apparently not lost on the Saiyan, who immediately decided to offer his own rebuttal. Grasping Kintoki by the collar he hoisted him up in front of him and began speaking about how he knew the guy had fought and died for a cause and how he knew he could respect that. But when he remarked how the Humans had become trash, running and cowering from the enemy that had taken their home planet, Kintoki felt his blood begin to boil. As the Saiyan released him he kept himself before him, refusing to back away. An unnaturally irritated look dominated Kintoki's expression, his eyes sharper and more focused than they normally were.
"And what of the weak, then? Are they trash for not being able to fight back? Is being unable to stand a sin?!" Kintoki questioned back, not liking the Saiyan kid's tone at all. "You're a Saiyan, so even the weakest of you must have been born with strength greater than even adult Humans... But what about us then? I'm not saying I don't respect someone who was willing to fight for a cause... But dying with honor is still dying, and I refuse to let my people be called cowards for wanting to live!" he might have pushed the issue further, but hearing the other kid continue to speak he stopped and turned. All of a sudden the anger washed away from his face and was replaced with concern.
"Look, kid... I don't know your name or who you are, but this isn't the first time I've seen someone like you... There isn't a day that goes by that I haven't thought the same thing. But we're still here. We can change the future" he stopped himself there, thinking. They could change the future. Yes. That was his plan. To change the world. He tightened his hands into fists. "Right now I'm weak, and maybe we can't stand against Frieza or Dr. Hypnos or whoever, but I'm going to keep fighting, so I can be strong and protect the weak. Although, I guess that must seem like a joke to some people" he remarked, just briefly casting his gaze over to Kabbar again. He wouldn't be surprised if he mocked him.
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