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Water, please. I need Water!; Easy Quest (Complete)
Topic Started: Aug 16 2014, 04:00 AM (187 Views)
Adelaide
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That One Human
Water, Please, I Need Water

Difficulty: Easy

Description:

An old crone that was once a good friend of master Roshi lives alone in the desert and bought her shipments from a nearby town. Recently a gang war broke out and the town was destroyed. Master Roshi has asked you to send her food and water.

Reward: +300 zeni, +2 DP, +20 all stats, +10 EXP, +2 rp Credits

Bonus: +1 Alignment

Requirement: Must be currently training with Master Roshi.
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6 Jul 14, 03:55 AM
Vlad: "1st time attempt to reason, 2nd harsher reasoning, 3rd a savage beating, 4th breaking the wrists, 5th permanent injury requiring aid for the rest of their lives, 6th permanent hospitalization, 7th peaceful execution."


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Adelaide
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The sky was black. The air was dark, and crackled with electricity. He was surrounded. There were machine warriors everywhere. The glowing orange eyes made the skies look like they were filled with stars in sets of two. A flash of lightning would reveal the truth, would show the sleek metal bodies behind the unblinking eyes. There had to have been untold thousands of the androids, a veritable sea of might, crashing into him.

They fell to his fists easily enough. Parts and oil flew each time one of his blows thundered into them. Bodies went flying backwards, knocking over others that had come to attack. Beams of energy tore apart their frames. Detonations wracked his body as he forced more and more energy through his body, sending wave after wave of destruction out of his hands. Explosions ripped across the sky, temporarily disrupting the sheets of hot rain falling on his head.

It wasn't enough. It was never enough. He'd been cut off from the other forces. Lord only knew if anyone was left alive aside from him. The sounds of artillery had been drowned out by the metallic screams from the horde of machines around him. They cut him, tore at him. Individually, their strength was negligible, but together, as this onslaught, they were a whole other beast. His arms burned with the effort every time he dented armor, or sent a fist through unblinking eyes. He had gone past his limitations in every important way. He'd pushed himself to heights of power he couldn't have possibly achieved in the past. It just wasn't enough.

For every one machine he destroyed, three more took it's place. He couldn't count how many of them he'd destroyed. Hundreds, maybe? It was hard to keep track. The circle he had been keeping around him had narrowed to just out of his immediate reach. The machine were all around him. They were over him, floating soundlessly. Shoulder to shoulder, until he couldn't make out anything else except that unflinching grey metal.

His arm arms gave out. He had hit muscle failure, and they simply stopped responding, no matter how much he willed them to. Cold metal claws grabbed him. In unison they swarmed over him. As the press of metal bodies crushed the life out of him, he tried to scream. Before they could gouge out his eyes, the last thing he saw was their faces. They had changed. No longer were they the blank face-plates of the android army. They were aliens, of a hundred different varieties. The only thing each face had in common was the look of hatred. He screamed.

Adelaide Peters practically leapt out of bed. His heart was pounding, his pulse racing. The shapes had been closing in over him. His tangled sheets and blankets kept him from moving fully, which only heightened his terror. Thrashing, he knocking himself off of the bed and onto the floor. The cold wood brought him back to his senses. Slowly, he climbed back into bed.

Those dreams were still as frequent as ever. The battle against the Steel Legion had been weeks ago. The Earth had been saved. Why were these dreams still coming to him? The battle hadn't been like the dreams. He had spent almost the entire time with allies. Sure, things had gotten tough, and there were times that it had seemed like they were going to be overwhelmed, but it never came to pass. Teamwork and ingenuity had triumphed over endless waves of bodies.

The the view through his window was still dark, so Adelaide settled himself back into the still-warm bed. There was no real point in him focusing on the dreams. He was sure they didn't mean anything. He wasn't a legendary sage who could see the future, and according to all the stories he'd ever read sages didn't dream of the past to know the future. They dreamed of the future. Not lightning, and flashing metal claws.

The Next Day

Training had shifted a bit for Adelaide. Master Roshi was still having him go to bed barely able to move, but the type of exercises had shifted. Less of it was working out, more was focused on sparring. "Training this way was how the ancient masters did it," he'd say, deliberately trying to add gravitas to his voice, "In today's society there's no need for great physical power, so first we had to fix that. But now, you are ready. And you will fight."

So now he fought. All day, from sunup to sundown, with a few breaks in between. Master Roshi had dozens, maybe hundreds of students. Some of them were world-shattering conquerors, mostly, however, they were trainees, like him. Still far stronger than the average human, though, which added a surreal, action-movie vibe to the whole thing.

Take his current spar, for example. Adelaide and his opponent were throwing flurries of punches back and forth while flying over the island of the Turtle Hermit. Some of the younger students were watching, and there was even one young woman doing some sketches. It was definitely strenuous exercise, but Adel was under the distinct impression that this was for the other student's benefits'. He could stomp this guy, he was positive of that. But, as per Roshi's instructions, he was scaling himself back to stay just ahead of his opponent. It wasn't a great amount, his opponent was rather strong, after all.

His sparring partner left a clear opening, trying to strike low with a fist. Adel twisted his body, sailing over the fist to bring down both knees on his enemy's shoulders. His opponent crashed to the ground, rebounding off of the soft sand. Adel floated there for a moment, then gently landed. The other fighter took a bit to stand back up, but his legs failed him, and he fell onto his ass. "You...you win," he said in a wavering voice.

Adelaide didn't understand why they were all staring at him. He was just standing there... With a slap to his forehead, it came to him. Ever since the battle with the Legion, Adel had gained a certain expression while fighting. Roshi had called it his 'fighting face'. Apparently it was rather intense. Since it was his own face, he could only imagine what it looked like. Adel took a moment to relax his features into an easy smile. Frightening these students was not his intention.

Master Roshi nodded, and sent the other students off into individual exercises. He gestured at Adelaide to stand back when the rest of them departed. Adel waited patiently until his fellow trainees departed. The few times Master Roshi kept him back from training, it was usually something incredibly important. Previous times had included, in Adel's memory; fighting for the fate of the Earth, tackling evil former students, and various other things of potentially violent and world-shaking means.

"Adelaide," Roshi said, gesturing for the young fighter to follow him around the building. On the other side, there was a fifty gallon barrel with shoulder straps on it sitting next to two duffelbags. Adel pointed at these items. "I have an old friend, "he began, "Her name is Vanessa. She lives in the desert, alone. Normally, she purchases food and water from the city near to her, but the fighting with the Legion, along with other factions, has destroyed the city. She cannot get the supplies she needs to stay alive. I need you to take these to her."

Adelaide reached down and slipped the straps around his shoulders. Fifty gallons of water, not including the weight of the barrel itself, was impressive. Adel grunted with the effort when he lifted it off of the ground, but the straps held. Adel managed to grab both duffelbags as well, one in each hand. Adel noticed that one of the duffels had what appeared to be a map taped to the top of it. Leave it to the Turtle Hermit to think of all the details, Adel thought.

Without much preamble, he pushed himself into the air with his ki. For the last month or so, he hadn't really felt like talking much. Master Roshi didn't seem to mind, so Adel didn't really try to say anything unnecessary. It took a greater amount of energy to stay in the air with these great weights. It would be great training to fly with all of this the distance to the desert.


Later that day...


Adelaide was beginning to regret his tendency to try to go out of the way to help people. The desert he was flying to was on the the other side of the ocean, hundreds of miles away. Most of the distance had been rather easy, but his arms were beginning to feel the strain, and he was pretty sure the straps on his back were in the process of digging into his shoulders.

The map had proven immensely helpful once he had hit the mainland. There was a series of rather bleak-looking mountains which made a fantastic point of reference. There were even fewer roads through the desert than there were normally, so the first one he found was obviously the one referenced on the map.

The city, much like Master Roshi had advised, was a crater. A tent city was starting to be erected in and around the ruins, and people seemed to be getting back to a semblance of order. With an attempted shrug, Adel flew over. There was little point to him stopping, as there was a distinct lack of people for him to punch. Adel was glad to help out wherever he could, but he had a rather specific skillset. One that, for the most part, revolved around punching people in the face. And abdomen. And spleen. Really, just all sorts of punching.

Adel was thinking about all of the different ways, and places, to punch people in when he realized that he was over the old woman's house. It was an unimpressive dwelling, a small mud hut with some solar panels on the roof. The more interesting thing, to him, was the air car parked outside. There were four armed thugs outside of the house, standing near the car. They were pointing weapons at the house. Adel grinned and called up his ability to sense the energy of his opponents.

They were pathetic. None of the four dinged as anything significantly more powerful than an average human. There were those who had the ability to suppress their power level, but they didn't usually stick to the charade enough to keep around firearms. That alone spoke volumes to Adel about the capabilities of these four.

Adel pulled back a bit, then started in on a dive. None of them noticed him sailing through the air, gaining speed. He drew back a duffelbag with an arm, and adjusted his flight path accordingly. Once he came within the correct distance, he swung forward with the heavy bag. It connected with impressive effect, slamming into the bunched up gunmen. They smashed into the air car, breaking the side windows and showering them with glass. They hit the ground in a pile of tangled limbs and twisted metal.

Adelaide laughed hysterically. He was sure it wasn't healthy for him to enjoy hurting people like that, but he was pretty sure that these people were common criminals. Hurting those people was worth it, nine times out of ten. He flew over to the house and put down the baggage on the front porch. Nonchalantly, he knocked on the door. "Special delivery!" he yelled.


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6 Jul 14, 03:55 AM
Vlad: "1st time attempt to reason, 2nd harsher reasoning, 3rd a savage beating, 4th breaking the wrists, 5th permanent injury requiring aid for the rest of their lives, 6th permanent hospitalization, 7th peaceful execution."


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