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Bardock
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Dec 20 2012, 08:10 PM
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Kak: Saiyan spar gains
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Brodock: (6:08:40 PM) "Seventy-eight, seventy-nine, eighty, eighty-one," the Cosmic Butcher counted with every push-up under the intense gravity within his ship. Suddenly, the pull of the Astral Realm brought him to…an abandoned carnival. Wearing his weighted gear and sweating, he took in deep breaths as he stood up and waited for his opponent's arrival. So far, there was nothing but broken down rides and rotten cotton candy littering the area. It smelled horrible.
Zeshin: (6:11:50 PM) While Zeshin was fast asleep, he felt the pull of the astral realm, within moments he was within a deserted carnival. Zeshin: (6:12:11 PM) "The hell is this?" He asked himself while he looked around for any signs of life.
Brodock: (6:17:14 PM) Kakarot walked around the abandoned carnival and spotted someone standing around as confused as he was a moment ago. Rather than walk up to his opponent and give a proper greeting, he fired a Mesposo beam toward his opponent's feet and grinned. He then vanished from his previous position and floated above his target with his arms folded across his chest.
Zeshin: (6:18:59 PM) "Gah! It stinks here too!" Zeshin placed his hand over his noise as he wandered aimlessly, suddenly he felt pain in his foot. Zeshin: (6:19:40 PM) "Ouch! Son of a bitch!" He remarked, bending down to examine his injury. He instantly realized that it must have been a beam of some sorts.
Brodock: (6:22:55 PM) The Saiyan warrior grinned and almost chuckled at his opponent but instead saw an opportunity to trick him again. He floated down and just as the newcomer bent down, he sent a not-so-soft kick toward his rear end in an attempt to make him smash into a food stand. Once again he vanished and this time reappeared across from the possibly shattered food stand. He was at one that sold cotton candy and he called out, "What'll it be?" and smiled innocently.
Zeshin: (6:26:52 PM) "My toe is gonna be sore in the morning--" Before he could finish his statement, he felt another sharp pain in his rear end, and it generated enough force to knock him forward towards a dilapidated food stand. Landing face first into the debris, Zeshin moaned before angrily turning around to see a weird looking man selling cotton candy. "What?" Zeshin sighed, he was annoyed but, he realized that he shouldnt lose his cool. He approached the man with a forced smile, "What do you reccomend?" He asked.
Brodock: (6:30:29 PM) "This," Kakarot replied and threw a ball of rotten cotton candy toward his opponent. Behind it, he fired another Mesposo beam, hoping to catch his opponent square in the forehead. The crimson beam was very thin, considering it was fired from his palm and not a single finger. He figured he could take the time for some target practice. With the beam on its way, he vanished yet again and reappeared standing at his opponent's back. He simply went to push him forward into the stand he was just occupying and have one more thing to grin at. When he returned to the real world, it was back to training. Back to business.
Zeshin: (6:36:42 PM) "Ah! What the hell?!" Zeshin bellowed while covered his face with his hands to ease the pain. He again felt a rather rough push that sent him tumbling through the cotton candy stand. "Owe, my head...." he said as he held it firmly. He looked up at the man and frowned. "You're real friendly arent ya?"
Brodock: (6:39:32 PM) "You're not even making this fun," was all he replied with. He started walking away and hoping that either his opponent was about to show some toughness or his gem would bring him back to the real world. He passed by mirrors, more food stands, and a dunk tank with dark liquid. The smell made him nauseous and watery-eyed. He wouldn't show his weakness to his opponent, though the slight arching of his back may have momentarily given it away.
Zeshin: (6:43:24 PM) Zeshin sighed while holding his head. He's real friendly.... But out of pure boredom, or perhaps curiosity, he followed the man through the carnival, which still had a rancid scent. "Gah! It smells like a Changeling crawled up in here and died!" He complained, covering his nose once more. "Anyway, do you have a name tough guy? Or are you just out looking for blood?"
Brodock: (6:45:59 PM) That Changeling joke finally made the Saiyan warrior chuckle. Very few things were amusing to Saiyans and Changeling jokes were one of them. He turned to face his opponent and wondered if he should give his name. He gave the young guy a few moments to look him over and see if he was recognized for what he was. He was a Cosmic Lord. "You don't know who I am? You must live under a rock, kid."
Zeshin: (6:49:06 PM) Zeshin simply shrugged. "I'm just a traveler, I don't do much else but go from planet to planet, doing odd jobs for Zeni," he sighed, being careful not to breathe through his nose, but rather through his mouth. "What are you supposed to be someone important or something?"
Brodock: (6:51:53 PM) The Cosmic Butcher just shook his head. Rather than get upset, he laughed it off. That Changeling joke was still funny for the moment. "Kid," he began. "I'm the fuckin Cosmic Butcher. And you are?" He might put effort into remembering the young guy's name but only time would tell.
Zeshin: (6:55:18 PM) The Cosmic Butcher? Zeshin replayed inwardly. This guy is either really strong, or really pompous. Or maybe both. "My name's Zeshin," he said. "Though I am curious, if you're the "Cosmic Butcher", then I assume there's such thing as....let's say, a "Cosmic Lord?""
Brodock: (6:58:20 PM) That retarded question offended the Cosmic Butcher. Without a second thought, he swung the back of his massive hand toward the young guy's jaw, hoping to send him flying. It was then that the pull from the real world called him and put him back to his training. He hoped to meet Zeshin in the real world with Chaos, who would undoubtedly get a kick out of his ignorance.
Zeshin: (7:02:19 PM) Without warning, a firm backhand sent the alien boy sprawling on his back. He sat up and spat a wad of blood from his mouth, but before he could say anything remotely witty to save face, he realized that he was back inside his bunker, laying in his bed. "Jeez, I make great friends wherever I go." And with that, he fell back to sleep.
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