[D] Fusion re-visits Port Karolin

[Burter]

PCs: King Vegeta, Reijin, Pigero, Grandpa Gohan, Akane

[Reijin]

Returning to the Port Town, Reijin could see that not much had changed. For the most part, the battles that they had endured had been on different ground, all a distance away, but the end result really hadn't affected these people. To be fair, he could only shrug it off as simple mindedness. These people wouldn't be affected until their use had arisen and the time for their call to arms had come forth. Until then, they would live their lives in the background, never sure what would happen until the armies came blazing to their villages.

He slowly strode through the town, his Saibaman following closely behind, as he looked at villager upon villager. By now the townspeople had seemed to grow somewhat familiar with their company, but they still didn't seem to be all that happy with them being nearby. The winds had grown cooler, and the fisherman had begun to wear thicker clothing as the cold weather was washing upon him. He somewhat wondered how they got by during the cold weather, and whether or not the fish was an all year catch, but he was still having trouble understanding the entire "random village with people on a normally empty planet" idea. The best he could think of was that these people were somehow generated in a "world creation" manner to fill the planet with life and an implanted history and set of ambitions, just to give them a purpose.

Purposes... He had been told that the girl that he'd fought during the Syntech skirmish had joined them under their flag. Akane Kimidori. Reijin cleared himself a place among the leaves under a tree before leaning back, feeling Saiba leap into his lap expectedly. Begrudgingly, he offered it support and began to stroke it behind its ear, showing it a rare moment of subconcious affection. The girl had apparently been taken prisoner for a bit before Broli had decided that she fit better with the Dante forces than to be left for dead. Reijin hadn't agreed nor disagreed. He'd noticed her lack of synergy with Syntech as well, but regardless, it was a competition and the defeated were better left dead.

He saw her in the distance walking amongst the townsfolk as she eyed them with interest. He had no idea as to what her intentions were, but as best as he could surmise, she simply wished to observe the town and was only looking to enjoy her time through the tournament with causing the least amount of mortal strikes possible. To each their own, he supposed. He leaned his head back, and as the day came about to an end, Reijin slept beneath the cover of his cloak.

[Old Pigero]

It was back to Port Karolin for the forces of Dante. The boy wasn?t happy that they were in the town, but he did need the rest for now. After all he had just been in a hard battle not too long before. If his commander was correct, the he they would be entering another very soon. As much as the thought of a battle excited the battle happy fighter, his more sensible side knew it could be his last. After all, the powers he had seen in the battle were immense! He hadn?t dared to try and scan them with his machinery due to the warning signaled by the DA: C officials.

Pigero paced through the town, briskly taking in the scenery around him. A grin slid over his facial structure, it was peaceful. It was nice for once to have peace, and not have to have your guard up. His journeys lately had been hard, tiresome, and dangerous. The boy enjoyed them, but sometimes they scared him a little bit. Each one he nearly got killed in, and death wasn?t something he had planned right now.

?Yo! Captain!? yelled a voice from behind the teenager.

He gritted his teeth after hearing the word captain, no matter how cool it sounded it just didn?t fit him. The boy?s body swung around and he cocked an eyebrow trying to find out who had yelled at him. He quickly found out who it was, even though he didn?t know him. The blue clothing was a distinct give-away, he was a soldier of Dante.

?Ho Solider,? the boy stated, standing up straight.

?Ho Captain,? the soldier replied.

?Well, what is it??

?I was wondering, if you knew anything about that new recruit, the girl, Akane I think?? the youngster stammered.

?What?s to know? She?s-?

?Taken??
The captain of Dante?s forces paused, he blinked trying to comprehend
what the boy was saying. He opened his mouth but nothing arrived at his lungs.

?Excuse me??

?Well, I mean. You know man, she?s kinda hot!?

?Whatever,?

After that the captain pushed past the boy, and plunged deeper into the town.

[Nori]

?So your telling me, Mr. Apu, that because I am a soldier of all that is XTREME, that you will give me free peaches, for as long as I stay in this town? Your telling me that they are fresh, juicy, and straight off of a tree? In this town that smells of fish?? The merchant who had been smiling at first at Akane suddenly began to grimace, and before knowing what was wrong he proceeded to thrust several peaches into her chest, which she grabbed with haste. Not to her surprise they were juicy, but to her surprise the man stormed off, back inside of his small shop. Deciding it would be best to apologize for the insult she had caused him the young peach loving, vegetable devouring, meat detesting, pacifist hailing, seasoned pie dicing, maiden fell on the stairs, scattering her peaches all about her.

?Noooo.? She called out as she hit the ground, not worrying about the pain that had come from the fall. Indeed, her first thoughts went for the lovely peaches. Diving left and right she quickly grabbed them, her hands a blur. A rather large crowd of Dante soldiers began to form around her, all attempting to help her. Akane refused their help politely, although it was quite apparent that all of them had hearing problems. Thirty minutes and half a dozen bruised peaches later the young soldier had commandeered her fruit, heading off in a ally to devour her prize.

Sitting down on a couch that littered the small stoned visage she relaxed, despite the conditions of the coach. She didn?t mind the holes of the furniture; the rips of ages, the smells of mildew. She had sat on worse. Eating peach after peach she gorged herself, before stopping. Looking down at her right leg she noticed a furry animal chewing on her shoes, and bending over, Akane offered it a peach. Much to her surprise the creature ate the peach in several nibbles, and despite butter judgment, the girl picked up the animal.

Holding the puppy in her arms for several moments she decided to place her, or so the soldier guessed, on the couch next to her. Splitting the last peach with the puppy Akane drew herself on to her feet and walked out of the ally, unknown to her that the dog was following her. Turning the corner of a building the young angel was nipped at the back of her heel by the puppy, and in turning around she had slammed into a Dante Soldier, knocking them both backwards. Akane proceeded to blush at her predicament, although the man merely smiled at her, slightly dazed.

A rush of wind was heard by Akane, as well as the barking of a dog. Rushing past her came the puppy, spiffy and robust, bounding after the assailant of her friend. Gather himself the soldier ran away quickly in spite of the dogs claims of authority, and after a short time the dog appeared back in front of the female warrior, tail wagging. Picking her up Akane walked away, back to where she was staying, playing with the puppy in her arms.


(It was bad, but I kinda just wanted to throw a roleplay in.)

[Burter]

OCB:

Outland has arrived

[Grandpa Gohan]

For the past couple of days Gohan had been enjoying himself, Captain of the Fusion Unit, he had moved up the ranks, even if it had only been the next highest rank. Although enjoying the off time, he was definitely bored with himself, unknowing of what to do. He kept his fox mask in his pocket, it being brushed aside when not in wartime.

Gramps spent most of his time down by the dock, enjoying the sounds and sights of the ocean, it was serene, much unlike the battlefield. Last time Gohan had been to Port Karolin, he had to do battle. The land just outside of the port was bloodstained, many Syntech soldiers fell that day, along with many of his fellow soldiers of Dante.

Activity was steady, many soldiers were running about, doing what they had to do before they were released for the day. Gohan?s only duty, aside from moving a few objects here and there, was supervising.

The old man had become somewhat of a hermit the past couple days, as soon as he got off ?work? he would retreat back to the dock to watch and listen to the waves. He could get used to it, it relaxed his mind and his old muscles.

OOC: Short, I know. Ill post more later, I have a splitting headache. Ill make up for the length by tomarrow.

[Kirano]

The most awesome team, also known as Outland, birthed another mission. Their new assignment was to head to Port Karolin. ?Port Karolin,? said Bulma to Minoshia. ?What is up with all these weird names?? The male youth shrugged, with a frown. He did not have an answer. Why would she ask such a question to him? What the young Konat could not figure out was how the cyan-haired girl managed to break bones, go through a bloody war, yet remain cheerful. It was as if she was oblivious to her actions. The girl proved to be intelligent, but came across as someone who lacked sense. This was another thing that puzzled him. What was her secret? Did the question even have an answer?

Unlike Fusion, Broli?s unit were not familiar with the territory they were heading. The unit moved in an organized fashion, assembled in giant squares, like the Romans back in time. Their plan was to meet up with Unit Fusion once more. The last time the two teams formed, was to take down Syntech, which they managed to do successfully. The battle was a number of days ago, but the self-proclaimed most powerful human of the feminine species, remembered it like yesterday. The excitement of taking them apart never exited her mind.

As usual, Outland came to aid Fusion. It seemed as if Outland?s purpose was to back them. The girl believed her unit were Fusion?s rescuers. Other colleagues saw it to be excessively too. ?YOUR SAVIOURS ARE HERE,? boomed the girl from the top of her voice, joyfully as she skipped forward like a little schoolgirl on ecstasy. How did a little schoolgirl on ecstasy behave anyway? The two units were once again reunited.

[Minoshia]

As usual the Konat walked alongside his new ally, the cyan haired youth with the pretty face. He was astounded, and slightly frustrated, with how cheerful she had been throughout the war. Sure, Minoshia was cheerful sometimes, but only when he was tearing a victim limb from limb, she enjoyed the marching; she enjoyed the little things between battles. He simply couldn?t understand it, she enjoyed the downtime when they weren?t fighting, and she preferred it to the blood baths that were sure to ensue. If befuddled him, but maybe that?s why she was so interesting.

Momentarily sidetracked from both the construction of Port Karolin and the girl who continued to speak in his ear, the prince looked towards the soldier who marched slightly behind him. Last night he?d assigned the soldier a special task, he remembered as he glanced at the large burlap sack that hung over his shoulder. The young lad was tilting forward, struggling to keep the large mass airborne as he carried it over the hard streets below his feet.

The dark child scorned at the weakness of the boy and quickened his own pace, forcing the boy to keep up. Weakness could not be tolerated, it would not be allowed. The prince of evil moved towards the boy, grabbing the sack from his hands and thrusting it onto the ground. Opening it up he looked at the boiled hunk of metal, Minoshia immediately was thrust backwards into the events of the night before, and it had been a good nigh.

$ Incomprehensible yells echoed through the small basement, shackles slapped against the metal structure of the robot. Minoshia cackled hysterically as he continuously poured fire onto Bradley. The metal humanoid shimmered with brown liquid, his body catching like a pile of over dried hay. A black canister lay empty on the table behind the location where the Konat stood, marked repeatedly with flammable symbols. Some sort of gasoline, Minoshia hadn?t inspected it thoroughly, he simply say the fire symbol and splashed it on the metal outer casing of Bradley, the Syntech Robot.

Fire torched from his fingertips, colliding with the metal and boiling it to bubbling silver ooze. The Konat pushed on with a malicious laugh until the metal being had been reduced to a small heap of metal, slowly drying. $

The Konat smiled, then stowed his sword, and his satchel inside of the large sack as well, before lifting it back up and smiling at the lad, who sighed and took up his task once more. The dark prince continued on, feeling a lot less weight towing on his own back, and caught back up with Bulma.

OOC- Ugh.

[Vejita I]

Vejita slumped upon the village wall with only his brain in possession of activity. The effects of war were tumbling upon the king's shoulders with disregard with such an extensive amount. His thoughts were inconsistant with the predictable theme however; neglecting the agonizing strolls of undirected movements and the lingering thoughts of satisfaction due to the salivation of a chilling liquid enriching his tongue with it's delicate moisture. No, these effects were shuffled into obscurity and overwhelmed with brute strength by the overshadowing reminder of his previous endeavors. The strength that murmured it's hypnotising and authoritive voice upon his ears with a passion that chilled his very bones.

All known fibers of the saiya-jin warrior were screeching at a shattering volume of intensity in demand for this power. The super saiya-jin strength was the unattainable and unapproachable chunk of him that had been dissected and obstructed of it's usuage. A device had been shackled upon his neck with its only goal in binding the powers he once held, compelling an unseen bow of submissiveness before his abducters by him.

King Vejita's logic was misconstrewed without the capability of reparations. He percieved the super saiya-jin strength as the level at which would project him into a status of immortality. It was an ascension that mocked above him with his fingers inching to clasp such an amazing power. It was undetermined whether this was due to the eternal legend branding it's significance into his brain and subjecting King Vejita eternally to view its power at this false magnitude. Perhaps, this was his determination to reestablish an equal power to subsitute for his kingship. Even though, with all of the emotions that had constructed and brewed beneath the inner chambers of his soul, he had embraced a splendid power with grace and dignity long ago. Unfortunately, the powers that he had been snatched of him, consisted of the super saiya-jin strength.

His brain was resuming with these ideas that were swelling his brain and shunning the glorious sight of Port Karolin, or so he tried. The villagers smiles were graciously inviting with absolute compassion, but not through the eyes of Vejita I. The saiya-jin's pupils zoomed accurately with a squint that outlined the wrinkles below his eyes. He viewed only deciete and a lack of loyalty, which were provoking the undying animosity that seemed to be constructing in him. It branched outwards throughout his entire self, clinging to the compassion that he once possessed and entangling it upon strangling without an inch of breath. The butcherings of the men of Syntech, Zarbon, were manipulating his thought process. Their demise could only soldify his arrogance and mental visualization of the former Vejita I that witheld authority over his race so long ago. The sensation of glory however had been abolished.

In what was originally percieved as an amazing accomplishment had been molded and formed into the initiation of a presence of utter darkness. "Am I truly ashamed of this...this...feeling? My brain swells of its 'poison', while my heart is enriched of its power. The darkness guides me unwillingly, but the dream - it spoke with such passion. It foretold of my power and its resurrection; could I really deny this feeling? If with this hatred I shall assume the strength of legend to my people once again, then I'll accept it with open arms. Let my craving for blood be greeted without question." His lips were only enabled of a murmur with his energy limited under the harsh conditions of this war. King Vejita's arms resided in their casual style, tucked securely underneath one another with his back leaning upon a village structure.

Slumber, starvation, and thirst were inflicting themselves upon him, but only this dispicable craving was entitled of his focus. It was his only neccessity.

OOC: Shitty RP, I know. Oonly n it 2 stai aliv. If one of you wants to talk to me, go for it.