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| Call of Duty; Easy Quest - Future Gohan | |
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| Topic Started: Sep 2 2016, 06:31 PM (129 Views) | |
| secondsonbartock | Sep 2 2016, 06:31 PM Post #1 |
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Call of Duty Difficulty: Easy Description: In the sleepy town of Greenville, gang members of 'The Vipers' are terrorising the town, stealing crops and beating down on the citizens. Passing through the village, you are called upon by the town mayor who pleads for your assistance. Can you return peace to Greenville? Reward: +300 zeni, +2 DP, +20 all stats, +2 rp Credits Bonus: +1 DP, +1 Rp Credit |
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| secondsonbartock | Sep 2 2016, 08:04 PM Post #2 |
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After a day of traveling from the farm where he mysteriously “awakened,” The Saiyan came upon a town. West City was easily visible from any of the surrounding hamlets, but the confused man had been quite intimidated by the metropolis and made a point not to head in that direction. It was hard to believe the same humans living in this hamlet could create such a tommorowland as the region’s capital. Somehow the saiyan knew he would go there eventually, but it was all too much for him now. The static of his fear and amnesia were finally fading only to be replaced by the roaring hum of… everyone. Something within him was guiding him to living things. Every being had his own gravity bearing its own unique strength and depth. It was too much to silence, and so the seeker picked a song and followed. That was how he came to Greenville. He stopped to climb a tree and take a look at his surroundings should he need a quick escape route upon meeting the villagers. The denizens of this planet were quick to flee from him for reasons that he could not quite grasp, but he assumed were relevant to the word “saiyan” and the war suit he’d been wearing for the entirety of his new memory. There was nothing remarkable about the place, he noted. A poorly-made watchtower posted with a wobbly, skeleton guard sat at nine o’clock. Just within the elliptical perimeter it marked were crops with livestock in the next ring. Second from the center of town which was little more than a large communal “space” where farmers and merchants parked their carts and citizens likely gathered for meetings. A strange blue lens on his face began beeping urgently, jolting him from his analysis. The young man gave a shout and fell from his perch with a thud. Scrambling to his feet, he checked both ways subtly to be sure no one had seen him. Thankfully, it seemed he had avoided shame for the moment. One hand on his throbbing head, he removed the counter from his ear with a click and looked at its simple readout. It was another souvenir of his mysterious arrival, and had tried a few times to express some Very Important Thing through nonsense circles, arrows and alphabets. Maybe it was rude to call it nonsense; he might be insulting his own tongue. Anyone who knew the word “saiyan” in these parts did not seem interested in sticking around to debate it, so there was no way he could know. After a few argumentative beeps from his sole, nagging companion the amnesiac pressed the right button to silence the alarm and looked to the small town again, then again to his alien affects. Really these items were only hurting his chances, quite literally. It was hard to let go of the only clue he had to his own identity, but unavoidable if he wanted to interact with someone- anyone- on this planet. The saiyan cast the scouter aside decidedly and shed the plating of his saiyan armor. Now he wore only the steel under suit with half-length sleeves, blue wristbands, and saiyan boots. The nakedness he felt brought reignited his anxiety and he gritted his teeth against the impulse to pull the stretchy blue security blanket back over his shoulders. He had to find answers, and no one was giving them to a hostile alien soldier. The traveler took a deep breath and started walking towards the city. He tried to show confidence, making for a humorous march and sweaty, furrowed brow drawing an awkward curtain over his fear. The hums were getting louder now; he feared their coming at him en masse with pitchforks but couldn’t tell if the loudness was a product of his sharp senses or paranoia. Or was that… a motor? What was that noise? As he strained to decide if the noise was spiritual or literal a cloud of dust erupted on the other side of town. The stranger could barely make out a motorcycle gang heading for the entrance opposite him, and as his attention shifted the song he heard changed. There was something dark in that cloud of mischief makers. Gohan’s suspicions were immediately confirmed by the village’s emergency bell. One chime started the screaming, and the first fire broke out as the gang entered town. Something snapped in Gohan, and over the song of the attackers below he heard another one begin. It was soft at first, but the harder he turned his inner ear the fiercer the crescendo of the note became The fearful chill of his new nakedness vanished under a clock of white light that leant him both warmth and confidence. For a moment he was someone; this someone was furious that anyone would set fire to the home of another. This someone could stop all of this. Gohan surrendered to this powerful warrior in himself, and out of habit forged by battles he could not remember, he found himself levitating and exploding in flight towards town. That might have been more interesting were his eyes not trained with hatred upon his target: the man who had started the first fire. Turning himself midflight, he extended his arms and pointed both feet at the man, pinning both him and his bike in a terrifying landing. The man shrieked as his right leg crumpled beneath the weight of his iron steed and then again an octave higher as it occurred to him that it was his blood painting the scenery around him, and finally a moan as he fainted from the shock of Gohan’s attack. The merciless warrior dissipated with his fiery cloak as the forgetful man took in exactly what he’d just done. The man’s energy, which had become Gohan’s central focus in his bloodlust, was fading. As in dying? Gohan just stared, not noticing that all the action had stopped and all eyes were trained on him. A nearby whimper drew his attention from his macabre shoe gazing. He expected to look up and see a quivering enemy, but his gaze fell upon crying children and villagers instead. Shit, I’m just another gangbanger as far as they know. Trying to ignore his guilt, Gohan turned his attention back to the bikers and noticed that the near-dead one appeared more decorated and had a bigger bike than the rest. It must have been their leader. Maybe he could scare them off. With his superpowers gone, that was the only way he’d be leaving this place in one piece. Then hopefully, with a non-violent solution, the one violent act wouldn’t look quite so murderous. Putting on his meanest face he traded stares with the biker stupidest enough to make eye contact. “Hey, Hot Wheels! This is the part where you leave!” He gave his best growl at the end and flexed his inexplicable muscles for effect, waiting as the biker gang exchanged glances to vote on their response. WC 1168 |
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