POWER LEVEL
2,372
Tech Points
0/6
Zeni
1,092
Namekian
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Aug 16, 2024 21:28:10 GMT
Post by Scargot on Aug 16, 2024 21:28:10 GMT
Scargot, sat at his desk in a cabin closing his book and leaving it on the table in front of him, groaning in frustration. Trying to decipher it whatever the hell Elder Bassoon was saying was a pain in the ass. His writings were one of the only things he managed to take with him when Porunga whisked everyone away. The Elder sure loved to be old-fashioned, even to a detriment. The series of events he describes in the texts occurred approximately 1000 years ago. Bassoon was old. Very old. Because of that, his Namekian was very archaic and had very unusual syntax. It required a tremendous mental load to engage in the readings.
Having been at this for two hours now, even he needed a break. The Namekian looked down to his right, seeing his bow and quiver leaning against the table. The Sun was out and birds were chirping. Now was a good time to go and shoot a few targets. Standing up from his seat and heading out front, there would be a there were would be three targets lined up next to each other 150 meters across from his front door. He calmed himself, taking a deep breath and entered an almost meditative state as he focused and took an archer’s stance and drew back his bow, focusing on the middle target.
WC: 225
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POWER LEVEL
2,841
Tech Points
0/6
Forms
Majin Anger [x2.5]
Zeni
1,181
Majin
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Aug 17, 2024 21:26:58 GMT
Post by Majin Liari on Aug 17, 2024 21:26:58 GMT
PL: 2841
The mountains... were cold. Liari wandered through the twisting crags and gnarled rocks of the Northern Mountains, cradling her arms around herself to trap in the heat. Majin had a lot of advantages when it came to the cold. They could generate steam within themselves to keep the temperatures up and with ki, one could block out most of the cold but EVEN WITH ALL THAT... Liari could still feel it. She let out a puff of steam as she shuffled through the mountain snow, the heat of the blast melting away the ice and snow around... before the cold SLAPPED the thickened air back on her as near ICE!
"Hate... cold..." The Majin muttered, letting out a great shiver. "Wanna... go... to sleep..." Her eyelids hung dangerously low as she stumbled upon... a cabin... Liari stared at it from a distance, her silver eyes blinking slowly as if to bat away a hallucination! Could it be...? She raised her hands up to her eyes, rubbing them intensely before looking again...
It was still there.
"Yes!" She cried! A PLACE TO REST! It seemed as if the weather was starting to pick up to fore, as she drew closer, the sun would come out from behind the clouds, bathing it's golden light upon the land... and the Majin. It was a small comfort up here in the north, the air still nipping at her skin but it's presence seemed to revitalize the Majin like a charger in a battery! She moved faster as her muscles unfroze, her shuffle breaking into a walk, breaking into a run! Before she knew it, the Majin had scaled the the mountain to where the cabin resided... and outside stood a tall green man, pointing a twig across a long curved twig at a target of some kind!
Weird... But he must've been the owner of this place. Liari would approach the man from the side, drawing in as close as RIGHT NEXT TO HIM if he didn't acknowledge her, poking his shin with the toe of her boot if even THEN he said nothing.
"Hey." She would grumble, letting out a very VISUAL shiver as a gust of cold wind fell over the cabin. "Wanna... go inside. Let me.... Please...?"
WC: 376
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