«12. . .6,6256,6266,6276,6286,6296,6306,631. . .6,8746,875»
After being told by Mister Buu that Pepper was out this way training with Future Gohan he was taking his time moving over there, he's been a whole year in the Time Chamber with Master Vegeta to learn how to control himself and his legendary form so he wouldn't let something like this happen again. He thought of the moment that he'd be able to see Pepper over and over again in his head, but as he stopped there in the air, seeing her there looking his way. His mind was blank... He had no idea how long it had been for her, the flow of time was messy inside the Time Chamber so it may have only been hours for her. A day at most...
Though he didn't mind if she wanted to shout at him, hate him or anything else... He needed to say that he was sorry. He drew closer as he flew over. The numerous scars from his life or death battles with Vegeta being achievements, trophies of his time conquering himself and the wild and seemingly untamable power of his legendary transformation. Even his Ki seemed calmer now. As he stayed afew metres away from her, giving the Majin her space "Hey, Pepper."
I believe he's on about speaking to Duncan now that he's awake
Oh. Yeah, he could go back to the room and say hey there girlfriend~
Duncan: Future Me give me the strength to slap the sh*t out of senpai.
ZOCOM and Luxortia
The lower level of Gawain Station acts as both the hub and the living quarters of the men and women stationed here. A mess hall and sleeping quarters can be seen in rooms that split off from the main work area, which has equipment scattered around it for all sorts of jobs. On a wall to their left between the mess hall and small barracks is a secondary ladder and a hatch that would take them up to the worksite and sentry post for Gawain Station's designated turbines. While each of these stations normally has a team of six working here 24/7, there are only two who actually call Gawain their home. One is the robot who led them here, and the other is the team leader of this pair, Damien Doubois. He is noticeably French, though those who have lived in this apocalyptic winter wonderland would not know that his ancestors fled from France to the United Kingdom during the outbreak of war in the 2070's when the British announced their bastion project. Accents have long since faded in the Doubois lineage, only the French elan and spirit remains in his blood. He is an older man, either in his fifties or his late forties, aged beyond his years by the stress of his position.
https://i.imgur.com/aXbCVYh.jpg
"You two must be the mercs Kelly dragged all the way out here. I'm Damien Doubois, I run Gawain Station." He wipes a greasy hand off on a rag on his belt from working on a piece of equipment and offers it to shake with Aria since she came up first, then to Lester.
I mean, if you'd rather him just continue skulking instead of letting him getting to meet the real person he's been training, instead of the fake one Vengeance peddled, then idk
I'm really having a difficult time coming up with something that would line up with a human that you plan on changing into something else. That could mean too many different things. Do you have more details for me so that I can make a setting that won't be out of place?
You get a lot of looks when people see you drinking first thing in the morning. Especially over an hour. Tobbi certainly doesn't mind as he finishes off another whiskey with a satisfied sigh. "Nothing like a few drinks to get the ol' land legs back," He pats his thigh, his balance recovered a long time ago, along with his aura. The damage Samantha dealt herself from that exchange was healed shortly after. He does find it interesting that his damage was far more extreme though short lived, whereas Samantha's was minor yet long lasting. Was it because his own recovery rates are greater than hers, or it was escalated by being in a body other than her's? Yet another thing to test. Now however isn't the time, as Samantha just a little while ago told him that she wants to go with him to see Duncan. While happy for her, it doesn't drive away all the concerns. "You sure you want to go to Wabacha so soon?"
Ah yeah, sorry... I’m queen of vagueness. Um... I’ll telegram you in a minute once I’m off work so I don’t crowd the RMB. :)
It's no prob.
A smirk grows on Zamu's face as he purposefully drops his guard to goad an attack out of Kali. Through a mix of dodging on the spot and blocking he holds her off until he senses the orbs coming back towards them. With an open palm and a burst of ki to push Kali back for a moment Zamu begins to convert their ki into his own, a small scale version of the planet buster that he had converted and used to make his escape from the Time Patrol. Kali however has the foresight to blow up the ki blasts before Zamu can get them fully under his control. His eyes widen I surprise for a moment before he's consumed in the resulting explosion.
He reappears flying upwards and backwards from the cloud of smoke, scuffed up but otherwise no worse for wear. It must be due to the black fire aura that is surrounding him that rapidly fades to his aura-less default. "Clever, very clever." That is not only for her quick thinking but also for her hiding in the cloud to regroup and make a new plan of attack. We will see what breaks first. Your body, your spirit, or the limit born from pride. With an outstretched hand Zamu releases a burst of pressure that blows away the smoke and a large amount of sand from the wasteland below, leaving worn rocks to now bare witness to their battle.
A week has passed since Casey's close encounter with the Hapsid in the Basin and the mysterious meteorite. Life for the most part was the same as usual, irregularities popping up slowly over time as he tested his strange new durability. One afternoon they watched bugeyed as Casey broke knifeblades on his skin, going so far as to test and see if his insides were toughened too. While it was a little painful, Casey managed to snap a switchblade between the roof of his mouth and his tongue. While it was a stupid thing to do, he wasn't going to test if his eyeballs were tougher too, that was just pushing it too far. He did his best to not reveal to anyone else his odd new strength, but as the days passed by he found himself not realizing he was carrying four hundred pounds of bagged seeds at work, or that he moved equipment alone that takes a whole team of men to do. He's already broken his door on accident when he opened it without realizing it was still locked, that was a painful hit to his wallet. His parents and the rest of town were starting to get suspicious of him, and he had no answers. The only thing he could use to explain his current self is that meteorite, but it had disappeared without a trace. What happened after he blacked out? There was only one place he could get answers.
It's a sunny Saturday morning when Casey roars down the dusty county roads towards the Basin, questions half-formed in his head with no real leads to their answers. He doesn't really have a clear cut reason why he thinks there may be something out in the Basin that could explain anything, from what he asked his friends there was only the crater that they found him in-
... Maybe that was it. Casey's eyes narrow as he puts more pressure on the accelerator. The meteorite didn't leave a crater, it made a trench. If that's the case, what made the crater? He'll get his answer soon enough, as the Basin's edge appears over the horizon.
Wide tires flatten the long golden grass as the Solar Cycle slowly coasts through the Basin. Casey had spotted something on the way to their campsite. One foot drops down to balance his bike as he brings it to a stop, as Casey sees the Hapsid lying down by the lake's edge. Despite the piles of fish bones and scales scattered about, the predator looks thinner than the past time he had seen it. Why was it still here? If it followed them, it should have left shortly after they did. The beast turns its giant head to look Casey in the eyes, its gaze unwavering. Did something else draw it here?
The engine shutting off returns nature's song to the forefront, the Hapsid's ear flicking as Casey takes off his helmet and hops off the bike into grass that reaches up to his knees. It rustles and swishes around him as Casey slowly approaches the apex predator. There is a healthy fear and respect for the creature in his heart, even though he inadvertantly proved to himself that he cannot be harmed by the creature. But it was acting so unnaturally, there is no food around and the lake will eventually run out of the fish that are barely sustaining it. He has to know why. The Hapsid does not move other than the slow movement of its tail and the occasional twitch of its ear as Casey grows closer and closer, until he is standing alongside its belly, easily within reach of a clawing swipe. But it still doesn't move, apparently content to just watch this human interloper that it had tried to eat a week ago. Unlike the calm beast, Casey is overwhelmed by the creature. Being able to stand so close to the largest land predator of western Purira, so close that he can see the individual whiskers on its snout, the speckles in its eyes, the cracked nail on one of its front paws. His whole life he had wished for a chance to experience nature like this. To think a near death experience would allow just that.
It is difficult for Casey to tear himself away from admiring the creature, but he has to focus on searching for any signs of illness that might be causing this unnatural behavior. But so far, he can't find anything. Its eyes aren't cloudy, its attentive and alert, its coat has a clear sheen to it and not showing signs of Blood Rot (a disease that attacks the blood vessels and can cause the fur to look muddied and sickly), its teeth look healthy, there are no visible injuries or signs of infection. It looks like a perfectly healthy and normal Hapsid. So why is it starving itself staying here, and not searching elsewhere for food? There as only one thing he could think of. Casey turns his head to look further up the Basin, towards their camp and where he had found the clear source of app of this. The answer might be waiting up there too.
Samantha personally didn't care if she was being judged for drinking first thing in the morning, she was proud of the progress she and Tobbi made, though it helped that she already knocked back three bottles of whiskey before now, and in typical Cross legacy she was barely buzzed by the strong stuff. She did think about how weirdly quick he recovered, but she just figured that he already had a busted recovery rate since he had a much better understanding of healing than her.
She did give it a second thought during the trek back to the Citadel. Second guessing herself to thinking she wasn't ready yet. She likely won't be 100% on it until she absolutely knows... But the only person with surefire answers was nowhere to be found no matter how hard she tried to for feel for his life essence. Even if she did find Heimrich she had no way of making him tell her if Duncan was actually Duncan. From what she heard from Felix, this guy's power was off the scale and he had techniques that currently blew her out of the water. So the idea of brute forcing him into telling her the truth was out of the question. She hated taking things out on faith, despised the very idea of it... But what other choice did she have? "If I put it off now I'll lose my nerve. It'll just turn into a never ending chain of 'I'll see him tomorrow' until I don't have any other tomorrows to use. Living in fear is not what I want, it would just prolong the last 8 years of my life and... And I want to move past that part of my life." She says as she swirls the whiskey in the bottle, idly sipping away at it "I have to see it through now, or I'll be a coward who couldn't even trust in a miracle and drive an even bigger divide between me and Duncan."
Tobbi grins and puts a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Hey, being pessimistic doesn't make you a coward. This whole situation is hard to believe. But I'm proud of you for making the jump. I'll be there for you."
I'm really drawing a blank on ideas right now, I might have something to spark an idea on my computer when i get home.
Her eyes moved to the hand on her shoulder before a weary smile spread across her face, she eve reaches a hand up to hold onto his as she nods "Thanks, I'm glad I can count on you to give me a kick if need be Tobbi." She says letting out a deep sigh as she takes a swig of her drink "Later I should probably gather up some of the stuff that Duncan had before all this happened... Maybe... Hmm..." Samantha started to think about what her brother may want out of everything she had kept before an idea hits her. "Say, Duncan's sword got finally destroyed for good right? Think he would want a new one?"
It’s fine. I suck haha.
I just had an idea actually, gimme a bit.
Edit: Nevermind, that wouldn't work. I could do a choose your own adventure style thing in the Kenshi setting, it's a post apocalyptic desert that's a mishmash of technology, where the weapons of choice are katana, clubs, and various large weapons yet there are robotic prosthetics, automated harpoon turrets, and a race of robots who hail from an empire 1000 years in the past. It's a wild dangerous world and endless opportunities to fight for freedom and the common good or commit the most heinous of acts. Could be fun.
"I dunno, that was your family's heirloom right? Will he want to use another sword after losing that one?"
SOLD BROOOOO
She raised an eyebrow at that before she realised that she did hear Duncan calling that strange sword of his the 'family sword'. She just never brought it up before because she knew Vengeance would just make him forget about it again. "Ah, right. I haven't said anything about this yet. Yeah that sword he had, the greatsword. It isn't the family Heirloom, I mean it was an unenchanted steel greatsword with a simple cross shaped hilt. Which is coincidental yes, but if it was an heirloom it would have a coat of arms on it. With all the years he's been with the templar order, with Vengeance in his head, do you think that was the only 'family heirloom' he's had while fighting Revenants and Vampires out here? It's likely something uncle Albus buys for him each time they get destroyed..."
"I'd give him the real family sword if I could but that thing went missing from our manor during the war. I was too young to defend the manor so it got looted pretty early after word spread that my family got massacred. It's probably stuck in some cave back in Zocom, or adorning some smugglers mantlepiece out here somewhere." She says as she slumps with her head in her hands. "If he has his old memories back then he'll know that sword isn't the real deal anyways."
Cool, I can do a couple different starts for you. First one's the basic one, start with some money, clothes on your back, and a rusty katana in the center of the map, where it'll be up to you what your goals are. Another is starting as a slave, locked up in a place called Rebirth. Here is where the zealots of the Holy Nation send their slaves and captives, to purge their souls of their evils and be given new purpose. Perhaps someone sold you to these people, or you picked a fight you shouldn't have. The last is rock bottom, lost out in the Great Desert, no clothes, nothing to defend yourself with, and missing an arm. Did someone put a hit on you and leave you for dead? Did you nearly die to one of the sesert's endless predators and your things were picked off your body by opportunistic human scavengers? Who knows, that would be for you to decide.
"Huh... Yeah, that makes sense. If that's the case I'm sure there's someone out there with some power that could hunt it down. But regards Duncan, I'm sure he'd like a new sword then. Besides," Tobbi remembers as he finishes his drink. "Who knows what that Wabani guy's gonna do with him once Duncan becomes his student. He might train him to use an entirely different sword. It is a Wabachan swordstyle after all, I don't think they did much two handed sword stuff. Course that was a couple thousand years ago, and they have guns now. Who knows what they're up to."
Slaaaave mainly cause then I’m not a COMPLETE loser lol
«12. . .6,6256,6266,6276,6286,6296,6306,631. . .6,8746,875»
Advertisement
