Pakcho // OOC NAME
28 POSTS // DATA
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Oozaru [+18] // Transformations
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Post by Pakcho on Feb 25, 2017 20:08:40 GMT
We’re not supposed to be here.
That would most likely be the primary thought for anyone who hadn’t grown up inside of Cress. It was especially the prevailing sentiment for anyone visiting the slums. It had rained here recently, very hard, and puddles dotted the cracked and broken pavement. There was hardly a soul to be seen. To any traveler, this place would feel like a ghost town and for good reason. Not a single light could be seen in any window. Hell, most of the windows didn’t even have glass. The only building that looked half-sturdy was Djerko’s Market. Conveniently, it was the only building with a sign. A bright orange one that was faintly visible, even at this late hour. Dark clouds swirled overhead, obscuring the moon. Perhaps the darkness would help conceal the very obvious signs of battle that littered the streets leading towards Djerko’s Market. There were several craters, collapsed buildings, and shattered glass. This part of Cress looked less like a town and more like a warzone. The large glass panes of Djerko’s Market were untouched, though it was pitch black inside. Is this really where you would find the contact you had heard about? A high-rise apartment building was nestled up against the market which created an enclosed alleyway. It was almost thirty feet long and it was impossible to see the end of it. Supposedly, this was the place you were to meet this contact. Even a fool would realize it would be an excellent area for a trap, but fools wouldn’t have come this far. Welcome to Cress.
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Tyler // OOC NAME
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Post by Tsuana on Feb 26, 2017 13:50:06 GMT
Home sweet home.
Tsuana was a wanderer at heart, but he'd been born in Cress. Born there during his Citru mother's time with his father and kept there and raised there under the harsh guidance of his father. It was his, for all purposes, his home However, walking in the slums made him feel almost uneasy, shifting ever so slightly to make sure the blade on his back was still there and that his tail was wrapped snug around his waist. One never knew what would lurch out of an alley. But still, his golden eyes did not flinch as he advanced through the city; he knew the streets. What did catch his attention, however, was the gathered rainfall on the ground. How nice. The city could use some rain. Normally it was a dry place, dusty and all cracked up by baking sunlight. As he moved through the dark, moonless night, he could not help put step in the stuff and soak his boots thoroughly through.
Tsuana came to a dead stop.The night around him was still, like he'd wandered away from the cityscape and into some abandoned part of the city. Not even the urban noises struck him on this night. Grim tidings to be sure. For a moment, just a moment, he considered what he was doing. Whenever he came back to Cress, he was struck by the rampant crime and chaos in the streets. Even now, he had friends here who oft complained about the situation. The young hybrid had always wanted to give back, clean up the streets a little, and now was his chance. Why did he feel so uneasy? Shaking his head, he blamed it on the night.
Guided by the faint glow of an orange sign, the only light on this night, Tsuana went around the side and stepped into a black alley, as per the rumor. "Hello?" He asked aloud, hoping this so-called contact was as good as the grapevine-talk said.
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Chris // OOC NAME
21 POSTS // DATA
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Post by Yuki on Feb 27, 2017 4:44:00 GMT
"What is this place?" Thought to himself as he walked the dark streets of Cress as his eyes darted all over the place. Yuki lived most of his life not caring about what was around him, but this was just ridiculous. Yuki was born three years after the planets merged so he didn't know much about what was happening until recently. This job would give him the chance to see what this place was like, but this wasn't what he was expecting. Instead of residential areas, he was met with a warzone of sorts in the middle of a street. How can anyone live here. It just gave him all the more reason to leave as soon as possible. "Let's hope this contact doesn't take too long to show." Yuki said aloud as he walked up to Tsuana from behind.
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Ed // OOC NAME
7 POSTS // DATA
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Post by Majin Hand on Feb 27, 2017 10:43:52 GMT
[ Majin Hand @ Level 1 ]
Another had soon arrived. Their Ki would read as... Unique, to say the least. With the swish of a full cloak and gentle tapping of boots through the puddles that were scattered along the streets they made a decisive stride forward. The concealed individual found the state of this area far more than just 'sad'. It was just... Painful. Why the locals simply allowed this to persist was mind-boggling. Yet, it wasn't their fault if they were afraid of the true cause; the sudden spike in criminal activity and carelessness of random ne'er-do-wells. If they had anything to say on the matter; this cloaked figure would probably guess there's someone behind all of it, pulling the strings; making those that would previously be petty thieving bandits to more concerning threats. Stride uninterrupted, they continued, their resolve steeled as they reassured themselves. 'I'll put a stop to this. I have to.'
When they reached the right alleyway, they noticed two others... What were they here for? Neither of them looked like the typical thug given the area they were in. This left two options. Either they were here to put a stop to this chaos and meet with the same person in Djerko's Market... Or they criminals and in on the whole thing. Disguising their voice, the cloaked person slinked into the alleyway and spoke in a hushed tone. Might as well be direct. "Hello. Are you here to solve a problem?"
STATSTotal Level: 4 [1 + 'Base Form' Permanent Transformation] Ki: 113 [FEAT] KI DISGUISE -- Ki Disguise allows the user to manipulate their energy in such a way, thereby altering how it is perceived by ki-sensitive individuals or devices; effectively making them seem like someone else entirely! The users level of strength will remain as it is, and function at exactly the same level. |
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Pakcho // OOC NAME
28 POSTS // DATA
1 // Level
0 // Zeni
Oozaru [+18] // Transformations
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Post by Pakcho on Feb 27, 2017 13:40:50 GMT
A smattering of heavy footfalls broke the silence in the darkness of the alley. They came to an abrupt halt, only a few yards from where the trio of adventurers had gathered. It was so dark that they could hardly see their own feet, let alone whoever was coming towards them. “ Were you followed?” Concern was imbued in the voice. The hidden figure did not wait for a response. “ It matters not, I suppose. Follow me, quickly. There are too many unkind ears in this town.” There was a crackling of electricity as a small sphere of ki materialized in an outstretched palm from the darkness. The crimson partially lit up the alley. The figure that had spoken to the three of them was cloaked, their face concealed. Their free hand, which beckoned them to follow, was heavily bandaged. The figure turned, and walked with an obvious limp back into the alley. Shuffling to a seemingly unexceptional portion of brick wall, he slammed his bandaged hand twice onto it. There was a creaking noise and the wall gave way, swinging open to a descending set of stairs which was lit by several hanging light bulbs. “ If you’re here to fix this mess, then please come with me.” The figure passed through the opening and shambled down the stairs. There was a green wooden door at the bottom with a bronze knob. The figure opened it and went inside. The stairwell smelled acrid. This secret passage was clearly below street level and most likely was adjacent to the sewer system.
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Tyler // OOC NAME
117 POSTS // DATA
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Oozaru [+18] // Transformations
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Post by Tsuana on Feb 28, 2017 1:42:06 GMT
Tsuana gave a start as another being arrived behind him. He swiveled around to face it, but it was no use: it was too dark. The man spoke of a contact. "Aye," muttered Tsuana, "Let's hope."
Another ki signature fell in line.It slipped in along side them, sly as a weasel. But it did not seem unkind, asking if they were here to solve a problem. Tsuana slowly licked his lips. "I am," he said quietly and urgently, as if they were doing something clandestine, "I think we all are."
Footfall echoed in the alley, but came to an abrupt halt a few short feet away from the newly formed trio. A voice broke out of the darkness suddenly, the only sign of life in an otherwise pitch black hole. It asked if they were followed, but before Tsuana could even think to answer, it dismissed its own question. It lit a ki-light, revealing its indistinct form, face masked by a heavy cloak. It beckoned with a bandaged hand. Wounds?
It began to move and Tsuana followed, stepping blindly into the darkness. Before long, they reached a doorway, descending below the streets of Cress. The contact beckoned they followed and Tsuana did without hesitation, but as the smell hit him and his nose wrinkled in displeasure, he could not help but feel he was descending into Hell. Tsuana took careful steps after the man, following him down into darkness.
"So," he asked in a pained whisper, "Are you the one who has been leaking all this info?"
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Chris // OOC NAME
21 POSTS // DATA
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Hi-Tension [+6] // Transformations
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Post by Yuki on Mar 9, 2017 0:14:52 GMT
Yuki took quick glances at the other two present, but wouldn't bring much up as he didn't seem to care about them at the moment. He seemed more focused on their employer at the moment then anything else. Yuki would silently follow the man shrouded in darkness while taking mental notes of the scenery. Not really a ideal place a person would live if he had so himself.
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Ed // OOC NAME
7 POSTS // DATA
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Post by Majin Hand on Mar 14, 2017 9:05:23 GMT
"Fixing this mess? Indeed. That is what I am here for, at least." Seeing no immediate threat in the two that had gathered. Anyone that would attempt to be less than kind would have to be ready to catch some fearsome hands. The first cloaked figure noted the presence of the second; as well as their... Less than stellar condition. Those bandages were used to patch up wounds, where the ones this enigmatic hero hid were made for another purpose; general utility and easy access, but also to look cool. "If you are the one leaking the information as our acquaintance here assumes; you are rather brave. I respect that." They followed quietly speaking with a hushed whisper of their own. He spoke in such a way that he would not need to experience the foul stench as much, beyond it being close to having a tangible form.
'Sewers. It's always sewers.'
STATS
Total Level: 4 [1 + 'Base Form' Permanent Transformation]
Ki: 113
[FEAT] KI DISGUISE -- Ki Disguise allows the user to manipulate their energy in such a way, thereby altering how it is perceived by ki-sensitive individuals or devices; effectively making them seem like someone else entirely! The users level of strength will remain as it is, and function at exactly the same level.
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Pakcho // OOC NAME
28 POSTS // DATA
1 // Level
0 // Zeni
Oozaru [+18] // Transformations
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Post by Pakcho on Mar 14, 2017 18:30:00 GMT
The trio of warriors that followed him would see a rather unremarkable room. It was dimly lit with only a few of the same hanging lightbulbs from the stairwell. There was a small circular coffee table, quite worn, fixed in the center of the room. Several short stools were positioned around it. The cloaked figure shambled to one and hastily plopped himself down. With an open hand, he motioned for the other three to be seated around the table. “ I have been the one dispensing details. I wasn’t sure how many, if any, would come. The slums of Cress have never drawn much attention from those on the outside.” The figure’s voice was no longer hushed. It seemed they could speak freely in this hidden place without fear of eavesdropping from their foes. The figure’s bandaged hand reached up towards the cloak and softly tugged the fabric backwards. Upon the revealing of his face, some things became apparent. One, this was not some old man. It was a youth, though the left side of his face was badly scarred, as if from battle. Even in the dingy haze of the room, you could see that beneath the cloak that he was rather well put together. Any one of average intelligence could put the bandages and wounds together. He was clearly a fighter. “ My name is Pakcho. I’d give you an elaborate backstory, but what you’re about to do is rather time sensitive.” He paused for a moment, making eye contact with the three who had decided to assist him. “ This is our biggest problem.” He produced a small red pill and placed it at the center of the table. “ There’s a crime syndicate here in the slums. They call themselves the Sanguine Association. They’ve been raiding local businesses and warehouses for chemical supplies to make this.” He pointed to the pill again. “ When anyone with Saiyan blood in them ingests this pill, it rapidly increases their power level and causes them to go into a rage.” He gestured to his face with his bandaged hand. “ Three no-name fighters did this to me after they all popped one of those. My only saving grace was that this thing has bad side effects. It burns you up from the inside out. The weaker you are, the less your body can tolerate it.” He was about to go into more detail, about his battle with Callio but there was no time. “ My sources tell me they’re going to hit a warehouse tonight. I want you three to stop them, and figure out what the hell’s in this stuff. I’d come along but I’m a bit wrecked, as you can see.” He produced a folded map from the side of his cloak and spread it out over the table, removing the red pill. After a moment of scanning, he placed two fingers on the map, about seven blocks apart. “ We’re here, and the warehouse is here.” He paused, hoping they could process the distance and direction they had to go. “I f you can slip in early and lay an ambush, that’d be your best bet. I don’t know how many are coming. Questions?”
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