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| Topic Started: Sep 9 2016, 06:22 PM (397 Views) | |
| Old Frieza | Sep 9 2016, 06:22 PM Post #1 |
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PTO Praetor // Cold Clan Heir
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This planet had such unusual weather. It was always changing. Most planets Cooler had been to would have one or two kinds or storms, temperate zones, and few variables between terrains. You would either get a planet far away from a sun enough that it would mostly covered in tundra and frozen waste lands like his home planet was near year round. Or you might have a mostly jungle planet, teeming with life and green on nearly every corner and littered with different species that inhabited it. These places often had rain storms that were frequent but never any snow, and were about mid distance between the center and edge of the galaxy. Combat was always difficult for Cooler in these places, as he had trouble using his scouter with so much life and obstruction to block his readings. Having only just learned the ability to sense ki on his own, he would need to visit one of these places soon and test or train his skills. There was also volcanic places like planet Vegeta or Arlia, dense clay like soil all over and hot temperatures. These places could have dust and sand storms, and multiple moons more often than not. They were closer to a sun than either of the other places and zones, but not always hotter for some odd reason. But Earth was a little bit of every thing. In his last few weeks traveling around the planet, he had found all of these types of places all around the planet. There was two polar ice caps that were frozen always much like planet Frieza was, and the changeling prince had moved his large space ship to this location to make him self feel more at home. As well, he had traveled through jungles that spanned only a few dozen miles before turning into tundra of dirt, and volcanic areas that were also beautiful island landscapes. None of it made all that much comfort or sense to him, how there could be so many different temperate climate zones and ecological systems on one planet so small. It was unnerving. The ice beneath his toes and tail helped to ease these thoughts. Maybe the planet was unstable within and all these different areas were just ready to explode with lava. Maybe the planet was freezing over slowly and this polar cap where he was seated would spread slowly to encase the entire planet in a beautiful ice dress that would shimmer like a trillion diamonds in space. Cooler was seated on the roof of his space ship, on an edge of city like vessel that took him from place to place. |
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| Rhaemon Targos | Sep 12 2016, 09:19 PM Post #2 |
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Man Of Honor
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Seven stood in formation in front of his bunker along with the rest of his unit. His former superior was a Brute named Strykur, however, he had been given a promotion by the Praetor himself. Seven had no idea as to why Strykur was given one, but he didn't dwell too hard on it. The scars he received from his training session with the Praetor's Saibaman was still etched on his bare body. Those were wounds that perhaps would never heal, however, Seven would wear them as a badge of honor. To think that such a lowly Grunt such as himself would so thoroughly impress his Praetor, it was beyond anything that he could have ever wanted. Cooler released him from his chambers and told him that they would discuss their next move together. It seemed that the Changeling prince deemed Seven worthy enough to be a part of his machinations, and that alone made him proud. So proud in fact, that he paid very little attention to what his squad leader was saying. Though, there was one thing that did stick out. "As of now, liberty is secured! No one is allowed to leave the ship! These orders are from the Praetor himself! We are one a diplomatic mission and one false move from any of you Grunts could potentially start a war!" Seven groaned internally. He looked forward to actually exploring Earth for a change. He didn't like the idea of being cooped up on the ship, even if it was an especially large one. The vessel did have everything he would need and more, but it just wasn't enough. He promised himself, and his deceased friends, that he would explore the Universe. He wanted to see all the sights that Earth had to offer, not the inside of a PTO ship. Once the squad leader dismissed them, Seven began to work on his assigned duty of swabbing the deck. Though he worked diligently, he couldn't help but sigh and wish that the Praetor would disclose the details of his mission. |
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| Old Frieza | Sep 13 2016, 11:47 AM Post #3 |
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PTO Praetor // Cold Clan Heir
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The prince closed his eyes and focused on the world inside his ship. Recently he had begun to practice learning to sense ki energy, as the humans and saiyans on this planet all seemed to be able to do. It was an odd sensation feeling out the world through thinking, if you could even call it thinking. More of feeling, or willing what you were looking for. His mind scanned the interior of his ship, and jumped from person to person. "Weak, weak, decent, good, weak..." He thought as he felt the pulsation of each person's ki. It wasn't necessarily that they were weak themselves, but more so that what he was feeling was a weak signal of their internal energy. Some people could suppress their power to hide better in plain sight, and some just didn't know how to utilize their energy. For the most part these grunts and soldiers were untrained, minus the mercenaries he had hired which seemed to be the most dangerous. "Good, weak, powerful, oh?" He stopped mentally, opening his eyes for a moment. There was a ki signature that wasn't necessarily strong, but familiar. Each energy signal was unique, but this was he needed to pay more attention to. Cooler stood from his seat atop the large space ship, and floated down into mid air beside the behemoth. He would then circle around it then fly inside and locate the one known as Seven, a former slave who had had tested against a weak saibaman not even ten days previous. The boy had proven him self a vigilant fighter, and would prove useful on this planet. When he arrived, the Brute known as Stryker was giving his squad a lecture on their current missions. One day Cooler would have to sit in on these and make sure that each squad leader was keeping their positions pedagogical and not just authoritative. Landing next to Stryker, the Praetor noted that the briefing was over. All eyes fell on him as he descended, which was expected. Cooler was dressed in his full royal garb, his custom made single shoulder chest armor was littered with medals of political and military praise. His arm and leg guards were the same cushioning material the chest was made from, and he had thin white gloves on his hands with odd scriptures on them. A green shielded scouter adorned his left eye, a later model but it more more for appearances now than anything esle. " Stryker, I will be taking Seven with me again for the day. While he will still be under your command, I am promoting him to tribune for his hard work and dedication to this mission we are all on. he said, loud enough so that the whole unit could hear him. Rewards like this were good incentive for his soldiers to work and train harder, and he hoped that positive encouragement was the best path to power. Stryker nodded, and Cooler motioned for the young grunt to follow him at a walking pace through the main walkway of the ship. Other soldiers saluted them as they walked by, and the changeling prince would give them an approving look or nod in return. "Can you fly?" he asked, once they were a good thirty meters away from anyone else. |
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| Rhaemon Targos | Sep 13 2016, 11:43 PM Post #4 |
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Man Of Honor
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The Praetor arrived without much fanfare, but in Seven's eyes, he might as well had appeared beneath a ray of holy light. To the former slave, the Changeling Prince was his knight in shining PTO armor appearing to whisk him away from the mundane tasks that Grunts were told to do. No one quite understood how hard Grunts had to work. They did everything that no one else wanted to do. They cooked the food in the galley, they swept and mopped the deck of the ship, they repaired every serviceable machine, they were even tasked with doing everyone's laundry. It was a very thankless job, and recognition for it was rare. However, it was understood that somebody had to do it. Unfortunately for the Grunts, it had to be them. "Stryker, I will be taking Seven with me again for the day. While he will still be under your command, I am promoting him to tribune for his hard work and dedication to this mission we are all on." A chorus of "oohs" and "ahhs" rang throughout the ranks as well as a small, brief, round of applause. Seven felt a sense of pride swell up within his chest. To think that Praetor Cooler would personally give him a promotion, it was unbelievable! Absolutely inconceivable! He could see the look of hunger begin to manifest within his fellow Grunts's faces. They wanted what Seven had, and perhaps one day they would get it. But, at least now they knew that it was possible for them to achieve recognition from the Changeling Prince himself. The former slave traversed the hallways with the Praetor by his side. Seven was sure to keep his posture as erect as possible. He walked with an air of pride about him, something that his gait surely lacked only moments before. He saluted back all of the ship's personnel that saluted him, being sure to be as courteous and cordial as possible. "Can you fly?" Cooler asked him. Seven didn't give his answer much thought. "Yes, but not very well," He blurted out. He then felt the need to expand on his..."predicament." See the former slave was extremely strong, at least physically. He was exceptionally fast as well, but he did not know how to manipulate his Ki very well at all. In fact, he was unable to make even a basic ball of Ki energy. It just wasn't his forte and no one had took the time to teach him how to manifest his Ki in such a way. Flight was a much easier concept for him to pick up on in comparison but he never actively sought to get better at it. "I'm not very good at controlling my Ki, so, I won't be anywhere near as good as you are, Praetor sir," Seven explained. |
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| Old Frieza | Sep 14 2016, 03:08 PM Post #5 |
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PTO Praetor // Cold Clan Heir
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Cooler led them along the main walk way for a quarter of an hour, and that only allowed them to cross half the ship. The main walk was ironically on the very outside of the circular ship. Along its inside wall was many more corridors that were about half the width, enough for two people to walk down shoulder to shoulder. These smaller hallways led to the various facilities and rooms that scattered the ships city like expanse, and in the very center was the gravity room connected to Cooler's private chambers. On the outer wall of their walk way was mostly a rotating pattern of windows, metal walls, and doors. Rather plain, but it kept people from being distracted. Cooler knew damn well that some of his soldiers of any rank could easily wish to escape and head out to explore what ever planet they were on at the time. And that was actually encouraged on every planet but this one, and planet Vegeta-sei. The Praetor gave all grunts one of every ten days off, although he knew that their commanding officers sometimes forced them to keep working. The prince had made a statement before the ships last voyage that if anyone was being forced to work overtime by their brute officers, they needed to report it to either Cooler him self, or Douza his right hand man. However, it seemed that most of the grunts were too scared to rat out their officers, and would rather suffer no free time than the wrath of their commanders. Additionally, every Brute or officer would get one out of every seven days off. Cooler had given all of his soldiers permission to explore on their free time, but cause no trouble, there must be no acts of war committed, and report any findings of information you have to his information squad. At the behest of his father, the changeling Praetor had begun to specify each legion , squad, and pair to specialize in something. So far it had worked well. Anyone at the rank of lieutenant had one out of every three days off if not on a mission, which was most of the time. The cold family payed well enough that anyone who made it to this rank was often rich beyond their needs, and would rather continue their adventurous life than rest. Only six people of the one hundred and twenty four on Coolers ship were above that ranking, and they were free to do what every they pleased. Upon reaching one of the door ways to the out side, Cooler opened it and had the two step forward through the archway and into the outside. After proceeding down the extending walkway onto the frozen arctic, the Praetor turned to Seven. " Good." he said on the subject of the grunt-now tribune's abilities with ki. "Let me explain your new title to you Seven." making sure to use his new tribune's name. Seven was now a person to him, not a tool, which is what being a good conqueror was all about. " I picked you as a tribune because you look more humanoid than any on my ship, and that is useful to me. Do not be mistaken, you are still my soldier, and I still need you in my army." Again, he made sure to make the grunt feel important. " As tribune, you will act as a sort of emissary for me. For the next three weeks, Styker is no longer the man you report to. Before I explain, let me tell you your mission. I need you to infiltrate the turtle hermit school and join their ranks. They are not our enemies Seven, but I want to learn from these people. How does the old man make such a better warrior than our own quarter masters? How does he teach? What is it that makes him different. You see Seven, I need you to help not only me, but the entire Planet Trade Empire in this. I want us to create better soldiers, and this Master Roshi seems to make students that are worth ten of my soldiers." he said, now walking along the snow scattered tundra that his ship was seated on. " Luckily, what we are doing is in no way an act of war, trespassing, or true espionage. The Saiyan Empire would not be too fond of us being here, but I am not sure that this Roshi character cares too much about the empire that rules his planet, he cares about the people. Now, onto how you will go about this. You will need this" he said, taking the scouter off his face and handing the green shielded piece of technology to the grunt boy. "The co-ordinates are plugged into the scouter already, but be careful not to wear this device when around the turtle hermit students. You are merely needed to use it to locate the island that Roshi teaches on, and use the reprogrammed communication channel to report to my information team anything you deem useful. He finished, and nodded forward into the distance. Not far from where they stopped pacing was a hover car of a newer earth model, to prevent the grunt from freezing to death should he try and walk the adventure. " This is your second test Seven. Succeed in it, and I will make sure that your rewarded properly. As tribune, you are one of my hand selected people for tasks like these. Don't make me regret that." Cooler said, now lifting off from the ground at where he stood. He gave the grunt one last look of approval, then flew off at high speeds enough that he could leave the polar ice cap of the planet in mere minutes. While Seven was on this task, Cooler would begin preparing for his new tribunes next mission. OOC: Sorry for all the filler
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| Rhaemon Targos | Sep 14 2016, 09:54 PM Post #6 |
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Man Of Honor
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Seven followed within length of Cooler's strides as they walked around the large circular vessel together. The main walkway was situated on the outer fringes of the ship and on it's interior were where the hallway further branched off into several different corridors that were spacious enough for the Changeling Prince and the now PTO Tribune to walk side by side with one another. The glass windows displayed the natural beauty of Earth, and made Seven recall the time of when he snuck out of the ship and traversed the Diablo Desert. He had a wonderful time, and it was exactly what he had in mind when he thought about the many adventures that awaited him on the planet. It was exhilarating to think that there would be more in store for him, and he couldn't wait for his mission to start so that he could continue to explore and see all of the sights that Earth had to offer. It was unfortunate that Seven's division was ran by those who wanted to work their personnel to death. They didn't seem to have very much trust in their Grunts at all, and as such, they often times secured liberty completely. Still, Seven was resourceful, and as such he did what he did best and found a way around the rules than to comply to them like a "good" soldier would. Though, he wouldn't dream of pulling a stunt like that to Praetor Cooler. He had far too much respect for him. "Let me explain your new title to you Seven," Cooler began to say as they reached the doors that lead to the outside frozen tundra that mimicked the ones seen on Planet Frieza. The fact that the Praetor used the former slave's name made him feel giddy inside. If he could, then he would have cried tears of joy, but he didn't want to make such an unsightly scene in front of the Praetor. " I picked you as a tribune because you look more humanoid than any on my ship, and that is useful to me. Do not be mistaken, you are still my soldier, and I still need you in my army. As tribune, you will act as a sort of emissary for me. For the next three weeks, Styker is no longer the man you report to. Before I explain, let me tell you your mission. This was it! The moment that he had been waiting for! A personal message from Lord Praetor Cooler himself. He was so glad that he wasn't dreaming, because if he was then he'd probably cry himself back to sleep again. To be trusted by a member of the Cold Clan was extremely rare and an honor that Seven took to heart. "I need you to infiltrate the turtle hermit school and join their ranks. They are not our enemies Seven, but I want to learn from these people. How does the old man make such a better warrior than our own quarter masters? How does he teach? What is it that makes him different. You see Seven, I need you to help not only me, but the entire Planet Trade Empire in this. I want us to create better soldiers, and this Master Roshi seems to make students that are worth ten of my soldiers." Seven walked along the frozen tundra ice caps alongside Cooler as he thought about the details he was given. So this Master Roshi guy was strong? Really? That was great! That meant if Seven could learn from him, then he'd get stronger as well! Perhaps stronger than he'd ever been! "Luckily, what we are doing is in no way an act of war, trespassing, or true espionage. The Saiyan Empire would not be too fond of us being here, but I am not sure that this Roshi character cares too much about the empire that rules his planet, he cares about the people. Now, onto how you will go about this. You will need this," Cooler said as he removed his scouter from his visage and handed it to Seven, who gingerly put it on and activated it. He had never really used a scouter, however he had seen his superiors use it countless times, so he was familiar enough with it. When he did turn it on, it flashed an arrow that pointed toward the opposite end of the frozen tundra, just over the horizon of the ice caps. "The co-ordinates are plugged into the scouter already, but be careful not to wear this device when around the turtle hermit students. You are merely needed to use it to locate the island that Roshi teaches on, and use the reprogrammed communication channel to report to my information team anything you deem useful." Seven nodded. He had to be sure that he didn't arouse suspicion, but at the same time he had to act as natural as possible. It wasn't a tall task so to speak. He was used to being upfront and honest, and he really was eagered to learn as much as he could from the venerable Turtle Hermit. "This is your second test Seven. Succeed in it, and I will make sure that your rewarded properly. As tribune, you are one of my hand selected people for tasks like these. Don't make me regret that." Seven stood up tall and saluted him. "Yes sir, you will not regret it sir!" --- After the PTO Tribune took about an hour and a half's time to learn how to operate the vehicle, he followed the coordinates on his scouter toward the small, desolate island located far past the frozen tundra in which he journeyed from. He heeded Cooler's advice and tossed his scouter as soon as the island came into view, and he parked his car just onto the sandy shores as carefully as possible. Feeling satisfied with his handiwork, he exited the vehicle and took in a deep breathe to inhale the sweet nectar of the salt water. Seven never smelled anything like it, yet he loved it. He walked toward the front door of the small, modest home that had the word "KAME" plastered upon it's facade and gave a soft knock on the door. "Hello?! Is Master Roshi home!?" He called out. |
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| Old Frieza | Sep 15 2016, 12:17 AM Post #7 |
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PTO Praetor // Cold Clan Heir
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Cooler had begun flying through the white clouds of the planet with a bit of fun, dipping in and out of them like one of those strange dolphin things he had seen on the oceans. The lizard like humanoid alien barely got any time at all to enjoy him self, so on the few occasions he actually got alone like this, he took advantage of them. Despite his position in the planet trade army, his status as a royal, and his demeanor among his people, Cooler was still a child at heart. Most changelings lived to be nearly a thousand years old if they survived it, and Cooler was only forty eight earth years him self. He was akin to that of a teenager among his species, but nobody ever knew that. Changelings were fully grown after only fifteen years of the suns rotation, and by that time they were expected to act like they appeared. His father, King Cold, was nearly three hundred years old if the stories were true. So in comparison, the praetor didn't want to be nearly as boring by that age. He dipped in and out of the white fluffy moisture clouds with glee, and then realized that he was nearly upon his destination. His fun was over, and he descended from the higher altitude downwards with gentle intentions. The Saiyan Empire was expecting him, so there should not have been any alarm at a high power level entering the capital city....... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Dosu had been training with the turtle hermit for nearly four months now. Four months he had survived under the sociopaths reign, and for those months he had become all the closer to being the top pupil. The dark skinned man looked around at the other students who were training on the island. Most were sparring in pairs, some firing energy wave into the ocean hoping to create a wave effect. Nearly every student wore an orange gi with the turtle hermit signature on the back, sporting the master that had trained them to their current expertise. It was said around Earth that you needed ten thousand hours of practice to become an expert in something. If that saying were true, then all of the other students truly would be martial arts experts, some even able to use their ki in manipulation to perform external body attacks or levitate from the ground. But not Dosu. Dosu didn't have his gi yet. Dosu did not know anything about ki manipulation or what that even meant. He had been raised in the indian mountains to be a warrior, and had become the greatest his tribe had ever seen. Dosu was a true student for the psat four months, and was runner up for the next orange garment that would label him as a true martial artist. The human had been glaring at the others when he noticed a blink in the sky. A small pebble that became a ship, then landed down upon their shores. An outsider. One who waltz right up to the doors and knocked on it as if he hadn't seen the two dozen people fighting and training outside on the sandy shores. This was his change! Dosu walked right up to the stranger and growled with pride. "Who do you think you are asking for the great and honorable master Roshi?!" |
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| Rhaemon Targos | Sep 15 2016, 09:50 PM Post #8 |
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"Who do you think you are asking for the great and honorable master Roshi?!" Seven heard a stern voice call out to him in question. The PTO Tribune turned to gaze upon a man with much darker skin than his own. He didn't seem very friendly, but his stand-offish attitude rolled off of Seven, who was never one to be rude or disrespectful. Respect within the PTO ranks was an extremely big deal and showing respect as a slave was an even bigger one. As such Seven strove to always be as courteous as possible, even to those who, upon first impression, may not deserve it. "My name's Seven and I'm here to train with Master Roshi!" He exclaimed with a noticeable amount of excitement within his voice. Though, there was something about the man before him that struck him as pretty odd. Now, Seven wasn't the most observant person one would ever meet. He was extremely absent-minded as well as one-track minded so it was easy for him to gloss over details no matter how big or small. Even when it came to something as obvious as the dozens of students that trained with one another upon the beach's shores. When he arrived he didn't really notice them, but yet they all had one thing in common, they wore an orange karate gi. Yet the dark skinned man that questioned him did not. "Hey, what's your name and why don't you have on what everyone else does?" Seven asked with genuine curiosity. Again, he meant no disrespect, he just pointed out something that he felt was odd. Several different scenarios ran through his mind as to why the man didn't have on the gi. Either he simply didn't feel like wearing it, had lost or misplaced his own, or he perhaps wasn't a student at all. The possibility that he hadn't "earned" the write to wear the gi hadn't cross his mind at all. |
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| Old Frieza | Sep 16 2016, 07:04 PM Post #9 |
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Cooler's Story Will be posted in a separate thread from this point on. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Dosu eyed the man with an aggressive expression. Man was an over statement, this was a kid. A boy, no bigger than one of orange city high's freshman. It caused some slight irritation that he just landed down and waltzed up to the Kame house for training, but then again, dozens had done that over the last four months. Some of that number were even here wearing the orange gi's that were a taunting to the dark skinned human. But he listened to the kid named Seven, odd name that was a number, and calmed down a bit as he recited his own trance mantra in his head. Then the taunt of the orange clothing around him was brought up and his voice became polite, but stern. " My name is Dosu. Those around you who wear the orange Gi have proven them selves true students of the turtle hermit school. I have yet to attain this proof of excellence, and as such wear these garbs." He said, gesturing at the green gi he wore instead. |
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| Rhaemon Targos | Sep 18 2016, 09:48 PM Post #10 |
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Seven seemed completely oblivious to the man's over-aggressive posturing. Instead, his ears perked up at a conversation that a couple of other students were having not far from where he stood. Apparently, they had a disagreement of sorts with one another. Something along the lines of which one of them got to have first dibs on trying to talk to a female student. Whatever the case was, they seemed extremely pumped up about it, and as such they stood on open ends of one another and put both of their fists behind them. The PTO Tribune heard them murmur, "First comes rock," and in the next instant, as they brought both of their fists forward, they continued their chant. "Janken!" One of the students roared. "Janken!" The other student simultaneously bellowed. "Paper!" "Scissors!" One of the student's hands was an open palm, the one who said paper. The other, who said scissors, had his forefingers pointed outward. He bowed his head in defeat as the other student gave a haughty laugh of victory. "Haha! Scissors beats paper! Looks like I'll be the one to get first dibs on her!" He exclaimed as he ran off toward the opposite side of the sandy beach, leaving the other student to wallow in his own shame. Seven didn't know why he was so intrigued by that exchange, but it truly caught his attention. Not only did that game of sorts look fun, but he felt that it could also be deadly as well. "My name is Dosu. Those around you who wear the orange Gi have proven them selves true students of the turtle hermit school. I have yet to attain this proof of excellence, and as such wear these garbs." Dosu's words snapped Seven's attention back towards him. So he was just an apprentice? That was no good. "Why should I listen to you if you're just an apprentice?" Seven asked as he seemingly blew him off and knocked on the door once more. |
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| Old Frieza | Sep 20 2016, 05:06 PM Post #11 |
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------------- Dosu eyed the young one with a fury that was a constant mosquito to him. He had never been one to stay in mediation long, as was much a disruption to the rest of his village. It was the reason he had sought the life of a fighter, as well as the reason he was not a student of master Roshi's yet. His eyes narrowed into a glare and his teeth barred at the insult, like that of a jackal. Even this small boy wouldn't take him seriously. The other warriors on the island would not train with him, Master Roshi would not train him until he had proven his calm, and his village had shoo'd him away. Like anyone who held rage within them selves, the cork of the bottle was a loose and fickle thing. Just when Dosu thought that he had begun to learn himself on this island, he had been upstarted in less than five minutes. It was as if all his last weeks of meditation had gone to waste. It wasn't even the boy named Seven who had been the center of all his anger, just the one who had dropped the match onto the pool of oil that his entire life had caused. "That's it! I'm done with this island! You little shits can keep your turtle turds, I'm going to find an even better master." He yelled to no one in particular. He then ran to the edge of the sands and took off in an aura'd flight, internally fueled with rage. He was sure that somewhere out there, another master would take him in to train. It would not be the last time Seven would see Dosu. COOLER WORD COUNT: 3,001 SEVEN WORD COUNT: 2,520 OOC: I am going to end the thread here. We each have a decent word count, and we need to get Obsidian included in things now as well. |
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