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| Topic Started: Dec 22 2009, 03:10 AM (136 Views) | |
| smashsmurf | Dec 22 2009, 03:10 AM Post #1 |
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Quest: Namekian Nightmare Location: Namek Difficulty: Easy Reward:+400 zeni, +2 DP, +10 all stats, +2 Rp Credits Description: The most notorious Namek has escaped from prison. Your job is to convince him to go back. Whether that be with your fists or with your words. Just don't kill him or you may face trial as well... Available: Always |
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| smashsmurf | Dec 22 2009, 03:10 AM Post #2 |
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Fife’s eyes opened… Sweat poured slowly down the green leathery skin of his face. His eyes narrowed as the sweat trickled its way passed his brow and on down his cheek to his jawbone finally. His right brow then lifted slightly as he continued to stare out into the darkness of the cavern that he had found himself in. The light from the entrance could barely be seen from where he was floating in an interrupted meditation. Even through the sounds of padded feet from the lizards and geckos that were native there in that climate and planet his eyes never wavered. They stared through at nothing even through the sounds of dripping water that dripped causing a high pitched echo in the black. What is that? Fife asked himself as he stared. The Namekian was unable to sense power level of any sort. He could however sense a disturbance in the energy known as Ki while he meditated. It was an ability that most to all Namekians possessed. It was an ability that Fife had harnessed after seeing to be a weapon that he could use. It was mainly his fascination in how his master and father had the ability to feel across galaxies through Ki to pin point any sort of shift or change. Fife hungered for such ability, but until that day came he was putting what little he had to great use. The hovering Namekian warrior’s shoed feet softly touched the ground as they uncurled from a crossing position in the air. His weight came down onto the cold, wet surface of the under ground cave. His body tensed up as he tried to sense the presence once more, but failed. Irritation built within his body as he now had to find other means in locating the ripple. It wasn’t too far anyway from where he rested in wait… A laugh echoed through the village as another body of a Namekian hit the ground. A foot came down making a sweeping motion across the already bloodied face of the now crippled warrior. The body slid across the dirt to collide at the feet of two more warriors who had been beaten just a few minutes before. They bent in grunts and moans to help their brother in arms to his feet. “I should’ve done this a lot sooner!!” A rough voice shouted out in a crazed tone. The man who had shouted was the one who had been causing such a ruckus. He stood taller than the other Namekians and broader. His physique was bulky and rough in detail from the largeness of his muscles. It honestly looked as if the Namekian had been chiseled from a solid slab of green stone. The simple farmers and fishermen that made up the village looked like children to a giant as he stood over them in terms. “You all make me…s…si…sick?” The large Namekian mumbled out as he saw from a short distance a new figure walking towards him. A Namekian walked slowly across the bluish colored grass that covered the majority of the planet’s surface. He walked without emotion or care. It looked like only the legs and the crimson cloak moved as the figure did. As the stranger came closer and closer it became noticeable that the warrior’s eyes were closed and a grin marked his face. He did not wear the typical garments of the other Namekians that the warrior had encountered. Instead the man wore a purple garment that seemed suited for martial arts with generic Namekian leather shoes. Draped over his shoulders was a crimson cape that covered a set of shoulder pads that protruded from his upper body. On his head was a turban made of the same red fabric that also seemed like some sort of armor. It was quite easy to pick out the Namekian was there to fight by his attire, but more by the crescent shaped scar that marked his right brow, eye, and cheek bone. “Well…I guess they have finally sent someone to bring me back to the prison…” The Namekian bellowed out following it with a deep chuckle. The wounded Namekians looked up from where they knelt down for their wounded fellow friend. They stared at the stranger as he walked on pass them to finally stop not too far from the Namekian that had been terrorizing their village. They too had no idea of who the man was. They had never seen such a warrior or even heard of one like they seen then. Planet Namek was large, but the communities stayed close. Every Namek belonged to the race like one large family. For an unknown Namekian to appear was rare, very rare. One Namekian knew, however, even though he was half way across the planet just exactly who and what he was. “The son of Pedagogue…has come…” Guru mumbled through his chubby wrinkled lips in a croaky voice while he sat in the hut alone. |
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| smashsmurf | Dec 22 2009, 03:59 AM Post #3 |
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Fife’s eyes slowly opened to look at the large Namekian that stood in front of him. His grin was still lined out across his face. He persona was one of arrogance and cockiness. In his world, however, he had all the reason to be. In his world it was confidence. There was no room for foolish mistakes that lead to arrogance. The act was one to just cover a false promise of not being able to deliver something that the person just wasn’t capable of. Fife, though, was capable and that was what separated him from the rest. He did not leave it all to hope or fate. He was a sculptor and whatever was done, whatever, he did, was made from his own hands and not anyone else’s and definitely not some sort of predetermined script. The large Namekian swung down with a powerful punch hoping to crush the smaller Namekian underneath his clenched hands. Contact was imminent and once the attacker felt the soft fabric of the stranger’s cape he locked on. His arms started swinging wildly as he had the image of his target in his mind. He was convinced that it had ended as soon as it had begun. It was far from that and he figured that shortly after tearing through the cloth into thin air. Shreds of the tattered fabric were gripped tightly in between his fingers, as he stood there surprised. His eyes shifted around crazily in rage as he searched for the stranger to find him standing calmly off to the side. “Did you see that!?!” One of the wounded Namekians said in shock as the other two stared wide eyed. Fife stood there away from the brute with a grin still on his face. His arm shifted upwards and his hand grabbed the turban that rested on his head. He lifted up and pulled it from his skull to turn his back to the attacker who still stared at him confusingly. The turban was placed on the ground and then next the shoulder pads that still had half of the crimson cape on it. He stood to finally face the warrior then. “I believe you have me confused with someone else. I’m not here to take you back to prison. I’m simply just here…” Fife said calmly as he tried to examine the Namekian before the fight truly began. It was all at the whim to Fife. There was no purpose and there was no destination. It was simply him and then the universe. The people encountered made no difference to him. The actions he had were penalized with no consequences in his eyes. The Namekian he faced now had that and that made him easy to read. He was an escaped prisoner and there was only two things he wanted, freedom or revenge on his captors. The wounded that curled on the ground wanted to protect them selves, but more they wanted to protect their love ones. Fife was just there. “What?” The large Namekian asked. “What? What do you mean what? I gave a clear answer…Now are you ready to be beaten?” Fife asked in return to the Namekian. It was in Fife’s immature nature almost to act the way he did. Seriousness was an image he carried, but it was more like a mask. The seriousness was just a mask he wore to show the world his lack of emotion towards all things. Masks were just that, however, and they were designed to hide something else. Fife did care, but it was little. That small miniscule amount of care, however, was what was saving the Namekians of that village that day. Tomorrow it may be that same emotion, though, that destroys the village. It was his wild and careless nature. Selfishness was his only friend… |
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| smashsmurf | Dec 22 2009, 03:23 PM Post #4 |
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“You are strong…I do give you that…” Fife said as he started his walk towards the large Namekian. “That’s all, however. You’re slow, but most annoyingly, you are dumb…” Fife said then grinning. The newly freed Namekian snarled his upper lip at the sound of the stranger’s words. That irritated him and the fact he had missed his chance of ripping the stranger with his first attacks completely apart still irritated him. Veins pulsed through under his green skin as the anger built within him. His teeth began grinding together at the sight of the stranger and then a cracking noise followed as the tops of them cracked and chipped. “Shall we?” Fife asked in a joking manner as he witnessed his enemy tearing himself apart inside. This battle is already over. Fife said to himself. The large Namekian charged forwards letting out some sort of roar. His eyes were fixed in on the stranger who stood there staring directly at him. It was seconds later until the two of them clashed against each other throwing punches and kicks one after another. The sounds of the impacts thundered through the air and even the sound of their limbs moving through the air could be heard at the speeds that they threw them. It was a match that Fife had been looking for. Fife threw his arm out with his fingers spread apart. His palm smacked against the forehead of his enemy. His fingernails that were almost like small talons dug in deep into the green flesh of the intended target. A purplish colored blood shot from the piercing wounds. The catch was just foreplay, though, and the main course was when Fife leapt up form the ground. His arm extended as his jumped putting distance in between the two of them, but maintaining his hold. After some force was applied the Namekian that was being held was thrown through the air to finally crash into the ground. As the dirt and debris exploded up Fife zeroed in on the Namekian who laid there on the ground still confined by the grip. His other arm shot downward with his fingers extended as well as the deadly claws. The arm stretched its way out from the warrior and then through the other Namekian. The dark colored blood shot up from the crater collecting dust as it flew through the air. When it all settled Fife stood over the Namekian who laid in pain letting out grunts and moans of agony. His arm still within the abdomen of the prisoner. “I should kill you now, fool…” Fife whispered with a grin. “Today, you live, but only by my means…They may change their mind on your punishment, however…” Fife said glancing back to the Namekians that had gathered around the crater. Fife stood from the beaten Namekian. He turned to the other Namekians that were around the crater. They stared in terror and shock from what they had just witnessed. They stared in confusion from the stranger’s appearance. The stranger known as Fife just continued to walk out of the crater and pass the villagers as they moved from his way. After he gathered his things he was gone just as he had came with only the remnants of the Namekian prisoner as proof of his existence that day. |
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| smashsmurf | Dec 22 2009, 03:26 PM Post #5 |
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