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| Topic Started: Jun 25 2010, 12:53 AM (440 Views) | |
| Tala | Jun 25 2010, 12:53 AM Post #1 |
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| Tala | Jun 27 2010, 03:00 AM Post #2 |
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Tala had found her hole in the wall for a day of meditation training. She enjoyed the peace that came with it, and it was epitome in cleaning the rust from her ki control. It was a type of training that her race was unaccustomed to; she had originally taken it as a challenge to her warrior nature. The more she did it, however, the more she realized that it was more of a challenge to herself. The abyss to which her mind drifted held many painful memories, as trips to the subconscious often do. She was beginning to find new power in reawakening these memories once again, and Guru assured her that the secrets she found within would be the most useful in her quest for power and wisdom. Sax seemed to appear out of nowhere. In her deep state, Tala found that she was aware of his presence despite her silence. She opened her eyes to be sure she wasn’t imagining things. Strange… The saiyan made a note to look more into the strange ability. “What is it, Sax?” The namekian, who always tried to maintain a reserved character, was obviously excited about something. He coughed and tried to keep a straight face. “Our village is holding a small sparring tournament,” he said. Tala’s raised eyebrow did not please him. The young saiyan smiled at her friend, “I thought I was the one who was supposed to be itching for a fight? You’re turning into a saiyan, Sax.” The seemingly rough namekian grunted. To be called a saiyan was a very insulting thing to his race, as it implied foolishness and recklessness. “You are lucky that I am your friend, monkey.” This was simply their back and forth; there was no harm in it. The two had grown to become very good friends, though a touch of rivalry had sparked as well. “I’m shivering, Sax.” Her long brown tail twitched as she yawned. The namekian cracked a smile. Coming to Namek had turned out to be the best thing Tala had ever done. She loved the warriors here; they were far from barbarians and they had opened her mind to new styles of learning. She had grown tired of the drunken recreation and bloodthirsty appeal of the saiyan race. She could not get over her loneliness, though. She was still a stranger here. Apart from Sax the verdant race still looked at her with question, or simply ignored her existence. She missed the company of Emory, and even the company of her cowardly team from time to time. Sax interrupted her digression, “Well, if you think you can’t take me why don’t you prove it? Show the village what a big bad fighter you are.” Tala grinned openly. It had been a while since she got to take on a real challenge. She loved sparring, and despite her desire to not give into her more saiyan impulses, this was an offer her fighting spirit couldn’t refuse. “All right, sounds like a good time, Saxy,” she laughed at her own inside joke and stood up. The guardian-in-training pulled on her orange gi over her blue undershirt, tying it with a black belt. She donned her weighted cape and crossed her arms. “What are we waiting for?” As the two flew back to the village Sax filled her in on the competition. “There will be four of us; You and I will be competing, of course, and then two other warriors. You already know Piccolo, and another young namekian by the name of Trumpet. We are training him as another bodyguard.” Tala thought of each fighter carefully. Piccolo would be the biggest competition power level-wise. Sax was about her equal; they sparred frequently and there had never been a set winner or loser. This trumpet character might be weaker than Sax, considering he was currently being trained as a bodyguard. She would have to wait and see. [Word this post: 657] |
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| Codyislost1 | Jun 27 2010, 08:15 PM Post #3 |
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Piccolo opened his eyes. He found himself floating there over a clear pool of water that rippled out from somewhere behind him where a water fall was pouring into the pool at. A mist was being kicked up from where the water was splashing into each other through the air causing everything from blades of grass to the back of his white cape to hold some sort of moisture to their surface. It kept the local area cool even underneath the planet that held three suns. The Namekian had found the place a bit more comfortable over the cavern that he had encountered the dark clone of himself, and most importantly, the visit from Bura. He couldn’t figure what emotion it was that was keeping him from the cave. Sometimes he figured it to be fear from actually seeing her again, or perhaps not seeing her there. There was so much there just circling in his head about everything that had happened that day. It felt like there should’ve been so many questions, but he couldn’t even begin thinking on what to ask. The void of that still remained in all of the confusion. Piccolo sighed for a moment and stood up as if he had been sitting on solid ground all that time. His body was erect then over the shallow water as he floated there over it. He stared down below him into the water at the odd aquatic creatures that had actually shared some resemblance to those that he had known of on Planet Earth. He didn’t find these as appetizing as the ones on the blue planet, however. The Namekians leather shoed feet walked across the air then so that he could make his way to the wet ground around the pool. The closer he had gotten with each step; he descended lower and lower, so that when he finally arrived to the grassy crust of the planet he only had to continue his stride. He needed to depart the area. His boredom had finally gotten the best of him and his training needed to begin. The weighted clothing fell hard to the ground and the Namekian was began his training ritual yet again for another day… |
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| Dabura | Jun 27 2010, 09:03 PM Post #4 |
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Sighing, Trumpet laid back on the soft grass of Planet Namek. Looking up at the sky, the young namekian realized that he could spend all his life there, staring at the clouds as they go by. Hundreds of his race had never left the planet, instead choosing to stay in the place of their ancestors. Many stayed because of Guru, and then just as many stayed because they were afraid of what the galaxy may hold for them. He wasn’t one of those. He planned to get off of the planet and to learn the way of the Paladin. Before he could do that he intended to train under the other well known martial art masters such as Kami, Guardian of Earth and a wise namekian. For now he had to make the best of his time on his home planet, and to try and garner as much strength and knowledge from his race as possible before moving on. Noticing his eyes were beginning to droop, Trumpet rubbed them for a moment then stood up and stretched. He had been training for the upcoming tournament in a nearby village. They were held often, but he had never attended one and he wanted to see what kind of fighters showed up. Elder Struv had thought it was a good idea, and in preparation for the event had taught him a new technique called Mystic Attack, something he told Trumpet that he had been capable of since birth, just hadn’t known of it. After taking off the weighted equipment he wore, Trumpet stretched once more, feeling the strength in his muscles. He threw a few shadow punches into the air to test his reflexes, then, pleased, he took off running towards the village that neighbored his own, excited about the forthcoming events. Word Count: 300 |
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| Tala | Jun 27 2010, 11:47 PM Post #5 |
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((OOC: The tournament rounds were randomly generated by a site Trumpet used. The link stopped cooperating so I don't have the actual page available, but hopefully everyone can take my word for it.)) IC: Upon reaching their village, Tala and Sax went straight to Guru. Thanks to her connection with sax, the rebel had become something of an honorary namekian bodyguard. It was a nice perk; she enjoyed the easy access to the old namekian and his wisdom. “Tala is here, sir. Do we have permission to begin the sparring tournament?” The green bodyguard spoke officially, as he always did when in his master’s presence. “Mm. Of course, Sax. Go on, enjoy your match. Bassoon will be reffing.” --- The namekians were crowded around the makeshift dirt ring, marked with a crude white circle, capable of fitting somewhere around two earth basketball courts. The weekly tournament was one of the few baser pleasures of the otherwise enlightened village. Tala and Sax stood in the ring, waiting for the other fighters to arrive while the referee made his announcements. “Namekians! Welcome to the recreation of the weekly sparring matches!” The green men cheered, and echoes of warrior’s names were heard from the crowd. “We will begin round one momentarily; we are waiting for the last two warriors to arrive. There will be three matches this week, as we have only four warriors this time around.” Tala leaned over to Sax, “What are the chances off me beating Piccolo, do you think? He’s probably my only competition.” The namekian punched her arm playfully at the joke. “I think you should be focused on the real competition, here,” he parried, pointing his thumb at himself. The pair had learned a great deal from each other, and imparted certain traits onto the other’s personality. Tala had become less hot-headed, and Sax was becoming more of a warrior. He found joy in friendly battles, and competition was more and more rewarding to him. Their friendship was a strange thing, and many namekians looked down on the two of them for their closeness, but it mattered little to either of them. “I will say that I’m not surprised that Piccolo is late. I do wonder where Trumpet is, though.” [Words this post: 339 Words so far: 996] |
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| Codyislost1 | Jun 30 2010, 03:56 PM Post #6 |
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“This is going to be a waste of my time…” Piccolo said with a grunting voice. The tall Namekian warrior started making his way slowly towards the large group of Namekian villagers who were gathered in a crowd. They were there all bundled up around a small dirt arena there not far from the village that was holding the small tournament. They seemed so happy and proud, like they were at some festival of some sort or something. It was a strange reaction found out of the Namekian people considering their peaceful ways, but then again, violence was such a rarity amongst them. Two Namekian children that were there behind the crowd laughing and joking while pretending they were some sort of martial artist stopped and went quiet as they noticed Piccolo making his way pass them. They just stared in shock as the infamous Namekian slowly walked by them making no recognition of their existence. They could do nothing, but stare at him as the pits of their stomachs felt empty with a mixed emotion of fear or excitement. No one had quite understood why the infamous Namekian was invited to such an event. It did make sense through technicalities, because it was a tournament to test the planets fighters. Piccolo was not quite considered a Namekian amongst most of his people, however. He had kept himself distant from them his entire life. He wasn’t even born or grew up there on the planet. He was an alien amongst them. Yet, there he was invited to such an event, and the first thought that crossed his mind when it came to a want of his presence there was the old master, Guru. “I’m surprised you actually showed up.” A voice said from behind Piccolo. “I was hoping you would be participating…” Piccolo said without acknowledging the voice by merely stopping his stride to the arena and keeping his back to Kizu. “Or…are you here to simply keep your daddy informed on what I do here today?” Piccolo said then turning to the Namekian bodyguard with a smirk. “Neither…I am here looking for talented warriors who may have the potential in taking up my position.” Kizu said as he started walking towards the arena and away from Piccolo. “Then this is going to be a waste of my time…” Piccolo muttered. |
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| Dabura | Jul 2 2010, 05:33 PM Post #7 |
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With a running start, Trumpet dove forward. Rather than go towards the ground he rose steadily into the sky, flying at high speed. At about a hundred feet in the air he could see the village where the tournament was held just ahead, and began to slowly descend again. Ten feet from the ground he let himself drop, landing on one knee. Standing back up, he looked around to see dozens of namekians walking around. It seemed the whole village had turned out to watch the tournament. Seeing and recognizing Kizu, senior bodyguard for Guru, Trumpet walked quickly over to him. “Ah, Trumpet; are you here to participate in the tournament?” Kizu asked, noticing Trumpet coming near him. “Yeah, Elder Struv thought that it would be good for me to put myself to the test against some new fighters. Do you know how many people are going to be fighting?” Trumpet replied, stopping near Kizu and glancing around as he spoke. Kizu sighed. “Actually, there are only four fighters. Other than you, there is a young saiyan named Tala that has become good friends with Sax, another of Guru’s bodyguards. There is also the infamous Piccolo.” Hearing the name of the martial artist caught Trumpet’s attention. “You mean the guy from Earth? What is he doing here?” he asked, getting to be a little nervous. Kizu nodded, looking closely at Trumpet. “You’ve grown stronger… I can feel it. Maybe you’ll see your dreams become reality yet. For now, I have to go, I only had a little time here, and it doesn’t look like anyone here is much of a fighter. See you around, Trumpet,” he said, hovering in the air a few inches then turning and taking off, likely on an errand for Guru. A little put out that Piccolo had scared off the competition, Trumpet went in search of the referee for the fight to ask him a few questions. Word Count: 622 |
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