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Desert of Mother Fu...
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Topic Started: Apr 23 2015, 12:29 AM (1,498 Views)
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Post #1
Apr 23 2015, 12:29 AM
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Daze
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Yesterday was... different. Very rarely did Daze meet someone so unique let alone have the experience he had. It was a good day. But that day was over and Daze didn't live in the past. He pressed on and found the present always to be more interesting than anything yesterday could offer. Making sure to put his pants on, Daze left his room and went down the stairs wearing incredibly tight but stretchy jean pants and a pair of orange goggles on his head, nothing more.
"Hot! HOT! HOT!!!" a voice shouted from the backroom of a rather large pub. "Why on Earth is it always SO DAMN HOT!!!" he shouted again, taking a step through the backroom door. His skin was dark, but hair light. He seemed to be focused on nothing in particular, but his path was clear... something to drink.
"Oi... up this early, eh Daze? Heard what you did last night. You sounded like a champ," the man behind the bar sighed.
"Shut yer, fuckin' mouth and give me something to drink," Daze replied, kicking the chair away from the table so there was room for him to sit between the table and seat.
"Don't talk to me like that, this is my bar!" the bartender and apparent owner said.
"Yea!? Well I'm your fuckin' customer! and if I want to talk to you like that, you'll just have to fuckin' take it, ain't that right?" Daze said, sounding almost sarcastic. He pulled on his goggles and rested them aroundhis neck , acting as a necklace of some sorts. "And make it cold this time Bruce, I hate drinkin' hot liquor on a hot day!"
"I should kick you out of here one of these days, you know that?" Bruce replied, shaking his head as he poured Daze a drink. It didn't appear to be that way, but the two go far back. Daze has kicked out every ruffian who has tried to show their ugly mug in this little quinsy bar. He's volunteered himself as the bar's bouncer but he prefer's to call himself the king of the pub. "Here you go, drink up."
"Don't mind if I do!" Daze replied with a big shit eating grin, grabbing at theshot and downing it as fast as he can so that that the burn only lasted for a brief second. His throat was still a bit sore from all the shots from last night.
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Post #2
Apr 27 2015, 02:32 PM
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Roots
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The door opened, for a minute letting in the hot, blazing rays of the sun into the bar which would surely piss off at least a few drinkers. Through the doorway stepped a hooded figure with a sigh, who let the door close behind him. As his eyes got accustomed to the lower level of light, he grinned. This was certainly the place. Probably the best place in this desert town to get a drink. He had made it into Oasis by traveling with a caravan of supplies. He paid them back by dealing with all the bandits on the trip, which turned out to be zero. Roots had made it inside the bar quickly enough to hear the tail end of Daze’s conversation, and he watched him drink. The Saiyan rolled up to the bar, taking a seat with a grin.
“Yeah, just gimme something…heavy,” Was all he said to the bartender, glancing over at the dark skinned male to his left. Something felt a little off about this one. He sniffed, rubbing his nose, glancing around the bar again before his drink, a dark liquor, was placed in front of him. He began to nurse it, but wasn’t impressed. The motor oil shit he stole from bandits was higher in alcohol content than anything he had found human-made.
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Post #3
Apr 27 2015, 02:45 PM
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Daze
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"Who the fuck?" Daze muttered as a man with a strange tail, thick black hair and way more clothes on than anyone in their right mind would wear entered the bar. He watched him approach the bar and request a drink. Which in normal circumstances would have been perfectly fine. But Daze was here, so nothing was ever fine. Nothing was simple, everything HAD to be complicated. Not to mention fun.
"HEY!" Daze shouted, kicking his feet up on the table, knocking his shot glass onto the ground. It shattered into several fragments, all too small to be anything but a mess. "You're new. So leme explain a few things," Daze chuckled, leaning back with his hands behind his head, elbows up. "You pay up after you finish your drink. Sort of a barter system here. You ain't god goods, you don't get more booze an' I toss you on yer ass," Daze had a large grin on his face, he moved his hands from his head to place his goggles over his eyes and returned them to their previous position.
Daze had a lot of scars riddled all over his body along with various tattoo markings. The curious thing about his psychic was the two faintly glowing marks in his forearms: One in each arm. Daze was definitely different. Not many people walked around with no shoes, socks, shirt or underwear on. Just jeans that didn't have a functioning button. They only stayed on because they may as well be tights. He was a cocky asshole and wasn't ashamed on his body. In fact he was quite proud of it and proud of his attitude.
"You got me?" Daze added
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Post #4
Apr 27 2015, 02:56 PM
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Roots
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"HEY!" The figure next to him began to speak. Well, he wasn't speaking, he was fuckin' yelling. He knew it, he knew, fuckin’ knew that this mother fucker wasn’t going to sit there and say nothing.
"You're new. So leme explain a few things," Roots sat back, letting his drink sit on the table in front of him. Fair enough, I guess,
"You pay up after you finish your drink. Sort of a barter system here. You ain't god goods, you don't get more booze an' I toss you on yer ass,"
"You got me?" Roots stopped for a moment, unsure of what exactly to say. To be perfectly honest, no, he didn’t get Daze, because as far as he could tell he hadn’t broke his rule yet. His drink wasn’t finished yet, so he didn’t have to pay for anything yet. What he had in his pack were pretty much only things he had stolen from bandits he had slaughtered.
The Saiyan reached forward, grabbing his drink, and downed the entire thing in a single session, resting it on the table in front of him. It was heavy, definitely heavy for human standards but was lighter in Roots’ book. He was just happy knowing if he got at least six of them he’d be at least buzzed.
“Uh, no, buddy, honestly, I’m not sure I have any idea what the fuck you’re talkin’ about. But my drink’s finished, and uh…” He glanced down at the mess on the ground.
“Your drink seems finished too, so, mister veteran, show me what happens now,”
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Post #5
Apr 27 2015, 03:02 PM
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Alright.
So she couldn't find her way out of the desert on foot. So she ran into a freak of a Namekian. So she had come back to this watering hole; no shame in it, right? She'd just get a ride back to the ruins where she'd found Daze from the man himself, and that'd be her ticket out of this burning hot hell hole called Earth. She wanted to be queen of the whole planet but... damn, this was where she was going to send prisoners if she took any. They could sweat it out for the rest of their life for all she cared. The girl wandered through town, tugging at her shirt to fan her chest.
And no sooner did she find the entrance did she hear two voices she already knew. It hadn't even been a full day since she and Daze fucked, and... roots seemed to have show up every time she closed her eyes. The girl pushed through the door, entering the establishment with a smile. It sounded like they were about to fight! Her eyes fell on Daze -- the man hadn't even gotten dressed yet, apparently -- and then on Roots.
"I wouldn't mind seeing you losers knock each others teeth out and wrestle until you can't move."
It would be nice to know what the fuck they were fighting about though. Did he steal Daze's drink or something? That thought made her wonder if he even noticed the missing bottle of water today.
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Post #6
Apr 27 2015, 03:17 PM
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Daze
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“Your drink seems finished too, so, mister veteran, show me what happens now,” Daze stood straight up, knocking his chair onto the ground. He began to chuckle which turned into a laughter.
"VETERAN!?" Daze shouted at the top of his lungs, continuing to laugh. He stood up and pointed at his chest with his thumb. "I"m the Fuckin' King!" Daze had another retort, but his excitement about being able to proclaim his status of the pub caused him to forget what Roots said already. It probably wasn't important anyways.
That's when a very familiar voice reached his ears from the entrance. Hell it hadn't even been a full day. Granted, for Daze it was only like a few hours. He only woke up an hour ago, still smelling like the booze and sex from the night before. They were actually very lucky Daze decided to even put his pants back on. He was in quite a daze [hah] when he woke up trying to remember the details.
"I wouldn't mind seeing you losers knock each others teeth out and wrestle until you can't move." Daze turned to see none other than Azuki standing before him. He did everything he could to hold back the urge to smile and failed.
"Hey babe," Daze said with the same shit eating grin on his face. "Hope you didn't get lost"
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Post #7
Apr 27 2015, 03:24 PM
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Roots
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He stood up, and Roots’ first thought was defensive. He hadn’t stood yet, but his arms tensed, quickly, and he felt his ki, just to make sure it was nice and healthy that afternoon. With a devilish grin, he confirmed it was.
"VETERAN!?"…. "I"m the Fuckin' King!" The Saiyan couldn’t help but laugh, nodding. He believed it, honestly. Daze seemed like the type to enjoy a drink. He was about to go ahead and order another drink, turning to the bartender, when a familiar voice reached his beastly saiyan ears. They perked, and he turned. He was right.
"I wouldn't mind seeing you losers knock each others teeth out and wrestle until you can't move." To be honest, Roots wouldn’t mind a brawl today. He hadn’t had a good fight in a few days, probably Azuki was his last decent one. All the others were a shattering of bones and an over display of blood. He turned back to the barkeep, pulling out a couple bullets and putting them on the counter, asking for another drink. He had a feeling he’d need them to lubricate the next couple hours.
"Hey babe,"… "Hope you didn't get lost" There was something there Roots was missing, but all he got from the initial was that they knew each other. His enhanced ears picked up the slight changes in tone, though. He couldn’t help but laugh, taking his drink in his hand as it was placed down, taking pretty much all of it again in one gulp.
“Ain’t this a fuckin’ party. Azuki, you rude bitch, introduce us!” He was kidding, but he honestly wasn't sure how well it would come off. To be perfectly honest, Roots was still thinking about fighting. Mmmm...
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Post #8
Apr 27 2015, 03:34 PM
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Azuki Ikura
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Her cheeks flushed. Luckily, Roots was there to save the day.
"Roots. Daze. Daze. Roots." She said lazily, crossing her arms. "I didn't get lost. I just decided that it'd be easier to have you use your car to get me out of this shitty desert." What had she heard it be called earlier? The Diablo Desert? She didn't know much about Diablo's, but the name seemed fitting if Diablo was a raging fucking furnace with no off switch. The girl grabbed a paper plate nearby and used it as a fan. She narrowed her eyes at Roots.
"And callin' me a bitch is how you end up with a stomach full of sand." She warned him.
Calling her names was a quick way to a brawl, alright.
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Apr 27 2015, 03:50 PM
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Daze
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“Ain’t this a fuckin’ party. Azuki, you rude bitch, introduce us!” Daze's eyes lit ablaze with rage. Bitch!? Daze hadn't known Azuki for very long and they had an... interment night. She was Daze's mate now and one thing you don't do is call Daze's mates names. Call him what you want and say whatever you like to him, but he wasn't going to let you talk to any of his mates like that.
Without much warning Daze's arms began to glow a bright blue, very violently. They were reacting to his emotions. Suddely a purple vortex opened up around Daze and he was gone. As if he had Fadeded from this world. He wasn't sure how he was doing this, it was a second nature to him; this magic shit. Not more than a second after he faded he reappeared directly behind Roots, placing a single hand on his shoulder.
"Apologize," he said. "While I still have the temperament not to break your face," No smirk, no smiles and no laughs. Daze was pissed in a way that he hasn't experienced before. He didn't know why he felt this way. He's never really had someone he could call his mate before. Most people never lived up to the offer. Azuki however lived up to it... and then a little bit more. It was confusing for him, but no time to think about that.
Unfortunately for Daze he didn't hear much what Azuki said. He was technically not there for some of it and his anger didn't allow his brain to process anything right now. He was tunnel visioned on Roots.
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Apr 27 2015, 06:10 PM
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Roots
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Daze. Daze. Daaaaaaze. Days? Days. Daze.
Roots was making a lot of assumptions about this character already. One, was that he was worth something. Maybe not. Azuki had called him a loser. But he was pretty sure she called everyone a loser. The second assumption was that he was probably some kind of crazy motherfucker. Roots knew himself that he wasn't that sane either, though.
"And callin' me a bitch is how you end up with a stomach full of sand." He was focused enough to get a good grip on that, which brought him back to reality. She had a certain way of sending mild threats in every one of her remarks. It was really something. He began lighting a cigarette, placing it in his mouth.
It only at this moment that Roots noticed Daze was glowing blue. As the flame from his lighter met the smoke, a portal appeared behind the dark skinned man, and the next thing Roots knew he had a hand on his left shoulder. It he hadn’t been smoking he might have tried to throw him immediately.
"Apologize, while I still have the temperament not to break your face," It was a threat, alright. Perhaps not as well crafted as Azuki’s, but much more valid at this point. He glanced over at Azuki, who Roots was pretty sure was loving what was happening, and then spoke.
“Look here, bud. This can go two ways at this point. Way 1, we make a deal. You two tell me how ya know each other, I’ll tell you how I know Azuki, and then I’ll apologize. You’ve got my word. We’ll drink, smoke, have a fuckin’ laugh about it, too,” He let his ki surge through his body. If Daze cared at all (probably not) his hand on his shoulder would be able to feel it.
“Way 2 is, I guess we fight. I hope not in this fine fuckin’ establishment, though. Best human liquor I’ve ever had,”
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Post #11
Apr 27 2015, 06:20 PM
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Azuki Ikura
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And she was loving it. Azuki didn't need a champion or a white knight to stand up for her, of course. She was a saiyan warrior. A brutal killer. An efficient fighter. The paragon of evolution with unlimited potential. But... watching two sweaty guys fight each other over something one had said to her was definitely at the top of her to-do list right now, so she attempted no action to try and calm the situation from exploding.
She crossed her arms, leaning against the wall to watch, and see how it played out.
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Post #12
Apr 27 2015, 06:32 PM
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Daze
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Daze was oblivious to Roots aura. Daze didn't know what Ki, energy or an Aura even was. He knew punches and he sort of not really kind of knew magic. Even then he didn't think about it much, it just sort of happened. He never bothered learning much else about his powers and was just pleased to have them. Daze did however get a strange feeling in his gut. This guy is going to wreck me...
"Outside," Daze said, pointing to the door with his thumb. With that, Daze's portal opened up and he was gone again. Quicker than Roots could make it out the door a loud sound began to blare from outside the pub. Bruce couldn't help but sigh and shake his head.
Daze had moved to his room to grabbed his boots, some batteries and a spare vest. He was outside near his car with his Boom Box now blaring some choice music. Daze was a CD collector and had only a few passions in life: Drinking, Brawling, Music and being Free of laws. Sure Daze has his own set of rules he likes to follow, but that's different. Daze is his own master.
When and if Roots made it outside he would be greeted to Daze about ten feet from the entrance pointing at him and saying...

"Alright, I don't have all day for a full out brawl so let's have a contest instead," Daze clambered on. "If I win, you'll buy me some drinks, apologize and we'll tell some stories," Daze shouted. "If you win, I'll buy you some Drinks, say something stupid and tell you what you want to know about Azuki and I," Daze reached up took his goggles off completely and dropped them in the car. Daze waited for Roots' response before he told him the rules. He was being strangely patient today. Probably because he's been drinking already and he thinks he looks and sounds much cooler than he actually does.
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Apr 27 2015, 06:48 PM
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"Outside," Daze had made his choice. Roots sighed, taking a long drag from his smoke. He was gone immediately in a flash again, and Roots leaned forward, motioning to the barkeep.
“Gimme like, 8 shots in a to go cup." He reached into his bag and pulled out a semi-clean pistol, lying it on the bar.
“It’s in good shape, I swear. Uh...actually had it shot at me,” The bartender didn’t seem to have an issue taking care of Roots’ request, and taking his payment.
“Good luck out there…” Was the only thing the bartender told him. He took his large, closed mug, shooting Azuki a smirk as he began to walk outside. (Assuming she hadn’t already run out there) Either way, once he saw her, he spoke.
“If you wanna watch me fight your new boyfriend, here ya go,” He seemed to be in a good mood. The cigarette and his now very large mug of heavy alcohol was making it so. And then he heard…music. Something he hadn’t heard in a long time. Robotic, exotic, so unique.
"Alright, I don't have all day for a full out brawl so let's have a contest instead... if I win, you'll buy me some drinks, apologize and we'll tell some stories," Sounds good already
"If you win, I'll buy you some Drinks, say something stupid and tell you what you want to know about Azuki and I," That sounded pretty much like what Roots wanted to hear. He took a long drink from his large mug, with a grin. He was getting buzzed, just what he wanted.
“Deal, and you’re being so fuckin’ nice I’ll apologize to Azuki either way,”
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Post #14
Apr 27 2015, 07:09 PM
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Azuki Ikura
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Azuki wrinkled her nose at the fact he was pawning off a pistol. Why did he take that weapon? Those things were so useless. She could catch bullets shoot at her. And if she couldn't, it didn't matter. They often just bounced right off. Human weapons were the most worthless things she'd ever seen. And even if they worked, a regeneration tank would have helped up every lick of damage they could do anyway.
"He's not my boyfriend." The girl replied evenly, slipping out the door and back to the outside. She put her hands behind her head and posted up against a wall to watch. She really couldn't tell what the difference was going to be between Daze winning or losing, apart from who was paying for drinks. Well... maybe spending one more night here wouldn't be the end of the world. It wasn't like she was on any time table but her own, and this seemed fun.
"Don't cheat." She warned Roots.
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Apr 27 2015, 07:21 PM
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Daze
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“Deal, and you’re being so fuckin’ nice I’ll apologize to Azuki either way,” Daze face lit up with his usual shit eating grin.
"ALRIGHT!!" He shouted, "Here's the game. You hit me with EVERYTHING you got knock my ass to the ground. I wont fight back," Daze tapped his index finger on his chest. "Then I in turn do the same to you, we compare battle wounds and determine who's the toughest shit!!"
Daze walked several steps closer towards roots and began to unbutton his vest. If Roots hits nearly as hard as Azuki he'd just get it torn up again anyway. There were a great number of scars all over Daze's body, one particularly fresh looking across his gut. If Roots had the eyes for it he could also see what looked like scratch marks marks on his chest, fresh looking too.
"Don't cheat." Daze smirked at the words. He took it as if she wanted Daze to win the small contest. Regardless if that was the truth or not.
"Alright, come at me when you're ready!!!" Daze shouted, tossing his vest behind him towards his car. Yes he just got dressed just to take it off. As soon as Roots began his attack Daze was going to summon up his defenses. That was his plan, he had an ace up his sleeve to put the new guy in his place and hopefully teach him to be more respectful to Humans.
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Post #16
Apr 27 2015, 07:33 PM
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"ALRIGHT!! Here's the game. You hit me with EVERYTHING you got knock my ass to the ground. I wont fight back. Then I in turn do the same to you, we compare battle wounds and determine who's the toughest shit!!" Roots nodded once, twice. It made sense. He took another long chug from his mug, and took a long drag from his smoke. He paced several steps to his right, setting both down.
"Don't cheat,"
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" He muttered back, loud enough for Azuki to hear.
"Alright, come at me when you're ready!!!" The dark human had taken some of his clothes off and Roots’ eyes focused. He had a pretty scarred up physical form, he had been in quite a lot of rough squabs. Perhaps a Saiyan level of squabs. Either way, Roots was eager, and honestly fairly lubricated at this point. He crouched down, taking a deep breath, and then took off.
He was right in front of Daze in an instant, and he immediately drove his right knee into the human’s chest, sending him flying upwards, rapidly. Roaring, the Saiyan flew up into the air, faster than he had launched his target, doing a flip in the air and as he came around he slammed both of his hands, clasped together, in a brutal overhead swing that sent Daze flying to the ground with a crash He wasn’t done yet, though. Taking in a sharp breath, he felt his hands get hot, his ki forming in his hands. Building, building, and then he finally let the tension go…
“Haaaaaa!!!!” The Saiyan roared, sending a bright yellow ki blast at the ground below with an explosion of dust, debris, and dirt. As the smoke cleared, Roots panted softly as he floated to the ground. He had hit him pretty fuckin' hard. How’d he do?
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Post #17
Apr 27 2015, 07:38 PM
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She didn't answer. If he didn't think of flying as cheating, well... that was up to him. The rules of the competition meant he probably wasn't likely to weaponize flight anyway. And, after having fought Daze, she knew he'd already lost anyway. Good. Roots needed some fucking humbling. She made sure to steer clear of the alley of hurt that was being drawn up. Here she was, thinking that he wasn't going to remember to weaponize flight... and he launched Daze into the air and slammed him back down into the ground.
And then he shot a fucking energy blast at Daze. That made her mad. She didn't know if he could survive an attack afterwards. The girl was going to say something, but then she realized --
Why the hell should it make her mad? If he died that easily... then he wasn't worth knowing, right?
She waited to see him stand up as the smoke cleared, fully expecting such.
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Apr 27 2015, 07:58 PM
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Daze laid in a crater covered in dust, dirt, rock and roots[hah]. He was motionless for a brief moment before he let out a small groan. His technique worked, but it didn't do much to stop the shock of impact. His brain was still human and freaked out when he gets sent flying downwards at such a high velocity. Not to mention the ki blast was rather warm and singed a few on his hairs. Sure enough, Daze got back onto his feet once the technique wore off. It had such a weird delay, slightly inconvenient.
"Can you even hurt me?" Daze chuckled, announcing the name of his technique. "My turn I'm assuming, I'll go when you're ready" Daze announced, walking out of the crater about five feet away from Roots. He had a couple ideas how to go about this, but instead he decided just to dig deep into his magical powers and use as many of his tricks as he could in one swing.
"You're going to want to watch this kid," Daze said with a shit eating grin. A blue light exploded from both of the circles in his arms. The tattoos on his body began to glow a bright and violent blue as a reaction to the glowing orbs. Slowly his muscles grew to a slightly larger size. Daze could only hope that Roots was patient as he had one more trick to pull before his attack. "Now This is What I Call Power!!" Daze shouted as his entire body began to begin glowing a different shade of blue than the tattoos and almost fade out of the real world while surrounding by a much darker blue aura. The only part of his body remaining unchanged was his white hair and the white of his eyes.
"HAA!!!!" Daze dashed towards Roots as fast as his body could take him. Rocks began to form around his right arm which he cocked up for a hay maker. Just before the punch the rocks became ethereal as well and Daze said, "Can you even keep up?" before launching a punch to the side of his head that was faster than their eyes could follow.
Spoiler: click to toggle For the record. Daze's punch does 131 Damage XD
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Post #19
Apr 27 2015, 08:14 PM
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The dust cleared, slowly, and Daze stood up. Roots couldn’t help but smile. Of course he could take a hit like that. Someone doesn’t make a bet like the one Daze did without being able to take a hit like that. Hell, someone like Daze wouldn’t survive without the immense power that came with the title. And as the smoke cleared further, Roots let out a chuckle as he saw Daze was relatively unscathed.
“Well god damn,” A devilish grin already scattered across Roots’ face. Now it was his turn.
"Can you even hurt me?....My turn I'm assuming, I'll go when you're ready" He waltzed out of the small crater like he hadn’t even been attacked. The Saiyan rubbed his nose. He was a little concerned at this point. Mostly because Daze smiled the way Roots did before he ripped the throat out of someone’s body, all the time. He had that level of...carnage, on his mind, just as the standard amount.
Daze would be a powerful ally, Roots had already decided.
"You're going to want to watch this kid," And watch he did. The human’s body crackled with energy from his tattoos. In a straight fight, Roots probably would have done his best to take advantage of his competitors weak moments, but they had agreed to a contest and Roots wouldn’t cheat. He glanced over at Azuki, who he was assuming had some sort of bitchy look on her face because of what he had done to her boyfriend, but quickly put his eyes back on Daze.
"Now This is What I Call Power!!" It was all coming out, the blue got darker and darker, and Roots actually smiled. He had a good idea that this was going to hurt, though. He had something that might have stopped the pain, but he had already decided he had lost this game. Daze was entirely unscathed.
Either way, Roots couldn’t stop his instincts. He did his best to protect his head and vitals. For all he knew Daze was going to kill him right now, he was powerful enough to take the brunt of Roots’ attack and shrug it off. He didn’t even hear Daze, only made out his general form. He actually managed to catch the blow with his hands, but it didn’t help much.
Roots’ body violently jerked backwards, his feet digging into the ground before he couldn’t hold it anymore and he tumbled at high velocity, smashing into a large fruit sand on the other side of the small street. His vision, blurred, did little to help him as he stumbled out of the wreckage, fruit juices covering his body.
He reached up to touch his face, and felt blood on the left side of his face. Slightly swollen already, and when he looked at his hand he saw blood. He began to chuckle, softly, which then turned into a moderate hoot, which then turned into a hearty laugh.
“That was fuckin’ somethin alright!” And then let out a cheer, and a roar, and beat his chest. As cheerful as Roots had been in awhile.
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Post #20
Apr 27 2015, 08:20 PM
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"You lose!" She shouted to Roots. "You're bleeding. He ain't." She said, to justify it before Roots made some bitchy comment about her sounding too excited. His response was natural, the only response a saiyan had to a strong attack like that -- laugh, rush with adrenaline, and get back up. Saiyan's only knew how to do two things when they got rocked that hard: Almost die, or get back up and act like it was the best thing someone could have done for them.
She eyed Daze; He'd cheated. But... she had a better question for him. A delicate one.
"Did you know that shit yesterday?"
She was about to be majorly insulted if he hadn't used it on her yesterday, despite knowing it.
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