The Lost and their search to be Found.

by Kage Tue Sep 22, 2009 12:56 pm

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The Lost and their search to be Found.

by Kage Tue Sep 22, 2009 12:56 pm

((This will be my characters 'activity' thread. This particular post is the aftermath of his first fight, and the interlude before his following android fight.))

The breathtaking waterfall, and its accompanying Lake...Such a timid, mocking place for the Saiyan to be left. An entire day would pass before his body mustered the will to remind him of his previous days misfortunes. The lake is calm, and the translucent falls providing a most exquisite backround hum mixed with the other assorted melodies of the forest.

"The only reason you're still breathing is because I've let you.."These words cut through his mind and his rest as swiftly as a scythe through a field of wheat.. His body jerks upwards slightly, back arched as the immediate signs of shock showed during the battle resurface. His gut still horribly bruised and unable to allow full-breathes, wreaking havoc on the primal instincts mixed with shock to breath quick and heavily. "I could kill you in the blink of an eye with one attack...But I choose not to" Breaking past this barrier he emits an audible, but brief shout before his torso retracts fiercely to the ground. "..murdering an unworthy opponent is pointless.." Kage grasps the ground with his left hand, throwing his right over his body and taking ahold as well, pulling himself over to his side, and most uncomfortably to a stance on all fours..

"Sh..Shut up."

The maddening rush of a thrill that was starting to settle upon him from the aches that felt as if he was out cold no more than a few minutes, begins withering away at his mind; "..did you honestly think you had a chance?"He reaches and grasps a handful of hair with each hand, forehead now set calmly upon the ground. And still the echoing voice continues, repeating itself over and over. Its relentless nature continues despite the deteriorating state of the Saiyans sanity, and physical health; he rears his head up and a fit of a cough strides in gleefully, finishing with a large clot of blood being spewed from his mouth. Kage reluctantly reaches for his belt-cloth, dipping inside it with a trembling hand and pulling out one of two beans in his possession and slipping it into his mouth. His mouth which is hard to inch open, a stinging pain cutting through its entirety, nevermind the pain from trying to chew down the bean. "How does it feel?"In a matter of moments a thrusting wind emits off the Saiyans form, rushing out and disturbing the entire local area in one shockwave-esque blow. The pain resides, and visible wounds are no longer a trouble to his ransacked nerves.

" I said...Shut up.."He spews past gritted teeth, though the comments still resurface, each taking its pleasing turn in lining up and running at him again. His eyes finally open, locking on the waterfall. The other quite beautiful, miscellaneous features of the area are taken in, though it is done frantically, no time spared to admire any of it."I want you to strive for power.."

"shut up..Shut up...Shut Up!"However, his growing submission to exactly what was said continues, and his paranoia climbs through the roof. "..feel the thirst and hunger for it.." In an instant he cast out his right hand, a freely tossed red orb darting for the waterfall, piercing through it and expanding on exact command. The edges of the gargantuan object husk through the waters before the explosion settles in, erasing the face of the falls and throwing chunks of boulders into the lake itself. "..stop at nothing to attain it!"

It is here when the fine line is crossed. Turning around in a fire of belief she is still around, the first object to make a confirmed audible noise is his target for-.. his other hand jets out and hurls a cascading beam towards a tree and the most disruptive avian inhabitants taking perch. However as this is the usual normal story for a forest, his spared sanctuary gets the better of him. With his eyes locking onto tree after tree, the lake itself, the crumbling noise of rocks still colliding amongst one another from the falls...Each is given a number and stood in a line, a line to be introduced to a fisted orb.

The action itself is quite quick, taking place in a matter of seconds, dozens of explosions riddling the forest in a domino effect(from the inside out, starting at his immediate location). Dust, fire, and debris begin to litter and fill the air...It takes several minutes of this seemingly endless, brutal retaliation, but he finally draws to his peak.. Expended of all strength but that which was needed to still function appropriately, he stands facing where the event began...The waterfall. It seems to be the only thing to have survived, throwing a reckless Gravimetric Destruction and still not bringing it completely down; he figured it was pointless to try with anything weaker..And as an emerald light surrounds and consumes his body, there is one final mocking remark from the faceless voice.. A bid-farewell just before the Saiyan takes to flight, to escape his own Hell-induced trauma that caught up to him in a place to be described as nothing less than a split image of Heaven.. "Until then, you will be casted aside like the weakling you are..."

by Kage Tue Sep 22, 2009 11:17 pm

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Re: The Lost and their search to be Found.

by Kage Tue Sep 22, 2009 11:17 pm

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((Scrap the alignment reward, please.))

A rainy day, most appropriate given the rather lulled-mood that this Saiyan was in. Without any other real place to go, wide sight-seeing took his mood for a bit. And today had brought him to the grand-canyon.. With hands kept to his coats pocket, and hood drawn over his head most of his facial features are hidden from view. Unlike most of the other tourists though, he's negated to remain at the cliffs set aside for their viewing. Approaching the edge of one such cliff in the park, he reaches for his hood with one hand and removes a neatly placed jag from above his head, putting it to his lips and lifting a single glowing finger to its end for but a few seconds. A crisp orange glow follows the end. He inhales once and lets it sit a while before pushing it out, gaze held to whichever part of the opposing canyon draws his attention the most; it changes after a few moments.

This gray peace doesn't last long, however.. As a rather primitive, jagged pod drops from the clouded heavens. Almost on cue a single bolt of light strikes through the sky, the pod followed by a crackling storm of similar indigo-hued bolts. The pod collides against the earth, embedding itself deeply and sending a shockwave of thrashes throughout this portion of the canyon.

The Saiyan is reluctant to do much of anything but watch, however.. It wasn't his planet, so it wasn't his problem.. Right?

..Wrong..The Pod's walls collapse, each of the five pieces(alltogether) collapsing to the ground and stirring a blinding shroud of dust, hiding its contents quite well..Savor one thing, the ear-shattering roar it bellows in greet to the world it hopes to consume. The beast stands well over six stories tall, a coppery tone to its rippled skin, or what parts of it that are exposed; it is clad in a metallic looking armor..Covering its slightly elongated skull and muscle-drowned neck. This headpiece collides with the two that cover its arm-like appendages, obscuring any sight of what they really look like, as they are also completely covered in armor extending all the way to the appendages ends, which are simply two rounded pieces of the metal-material. There is a split down each rounded piece, and several blunt studs cover its surface. There is an armored loin-piece, covering a chainmail like pair of metallic, tattered shorts. Legs are exposed from the top of its calf until mid-thigh, the lower parts of its legs clad in armor as well.... The monster draws to a crouched state in its hidden cloud, bursting upwards and launching itself what seemed to be at least a mile into the sky.

Kage continues his silent observation, He had a horrible gut-wrenching feeling; His ability to sense power, which he hadn't quite honed yet and so he really does not comprehend the scale of power this things capable of, other then what he may pickup as being "Holy-freaking-stronger" than in comparison to himself.. He lifts the lit stick to his mouth again, not quite fond of getting himself too drenched; he refrains from lifting his head to follow the beasts ascent, and figures gravity will bring it back into view soon enough..

And that it does, With another thundering clash it lands on flat, un-canyon obstructed ground, bellowing another roar before one of its rounded fist-pieces seperates at the seam down its center, revealing a...Rather overkill-sized barrel housed in its core. It cackles with streams of electricity at its end, before being raised starward in an intimidating fashion and releasing a colossal arc of energy. The beams immensity and size tears through a chunk of the endless overcloud. After a few short moments of this, however, the beast lowers his arm, attack still in play..And the lancing beam scythes over the landscape, in a clock-wise arc that starts drawing, inevitably, towards the Saiyan.

It is with a heavy sigh that this sight is witnessed, apparently all of the planets goodies weren't going to show up.. Rather annoyed he didn't get to finish his cancer stick, he takes one last drag before casting it over the cliffs edge, and begins his own ascent to avoid collision with the arcing beam. Leave it to the lazy to do nothing and claim all the glory..Not that he cared much.. Grasping the front of his coat he tears it off, his normal fatigues taking to the rain quite well. The jackets dropped and is all but vaporized in the beam that now passes under the Saiyan and continues its route... He sits and waits. Allowing the beast to turn its back before summoning his aura and speeding(lol, hes muscle-ridden fat, not too fast..) towards the Monster. The aura cuts in a flash within a hundred yards, and the Saiyan throws himself into an uncontrollable, though seemingly timed spin. And when the last few yards draw near, thrusts out a leg, attempting to imbed it into the unarmored back of the beast. His steel-soled boot makes its hit, however it does nothing else..It seemed the muscle of this beast acted-likewise as armor..

The slight prick has the beast cease its cascading beam, the boulder-like fist mechanism closing. With a speed that seems too ridiculous for something this large, it skips forward, turning and throwing a wide-armed arc of the mechanism towards Kage. The Saiyan, far too prideful of what he calls his own strength to try and dodge, throws up his arms to try and halt it, but to no avail. The saiyan is thrusted like a pebble into the dirt, followed swiftly by the other fortress of a fist, turning over the earth and embedding him well over twenty feet into the ground..

No time nor room to emit any audible objection to the attack, the Saiyan has no choice but to 'enjoy' the ride. A ride that ends shortly.

The Fist is removed from the earth, and the beast starts to tread forward, hastily assuming his vermin of a foe has been vanquished.

This is not the case, however.. And once the fist was removed the Saiyan regurgitates his aura and shoots from the crater he was buried in. Thick-headedly he hurls a continuous beam of energy towards the creature, a lack of any real aim to it has it lance off its shoulder and all but deflect upward and away from it. Being as it had no real collision the beast ignores it.. Not Kage though, he ceases his output and immediately chases the end of the beam, screaming past its trail and gaining some distance on it. With a raised arm he throws it into his own attack, re-deflecting it back into a downward spiral towards the creatures head... The same result takes place again in result, the beam lancing off and coming straight back for the heavens at a different angle. This process begins to repeat itself, in a combat-ridden game of pong. Kage moving to deflect his attack only to have it resent upward in a different direction.. By the twelfth time he simply cuts straight through it, dissipating the energy and taking a moment to ponder another solution..

In the mean time, the monster just kept its thundering steps forward, its mind too primitive to pay attention to the low-key noise of Kage's attack pelting off its armor.

Frustratedly he speeds off again, straight toward the ground and coming to a ninety degree change in course, again for the rear of the monster. He throws a fist into the back of its knee, not waiting for any rebuttal and continuing his assault. Jetting around to its front a kick is glanced at its abdominal region, zipping afterwards to its direct-back and bringing a two-fist grasp over his head and hammering it down against its back.

The miniscule Saiyans attacks imbed into the creatures flesh, only for it to rebound with no real effect shown. And again the creatures fury is stirred, the epic scale of its form whirring around, catching Kage unintentionally with its elbow. Pushing off from the intertial weight given the speed he was traveling poised against its arm, when out from the enormous arms path the creatures image whizzes by, and the Saiyan is struck by the (intended) other arm held outward in the swing. The armored appendage riddles the entire front of Kage’s body with the familiar sting he’s become so close too these past troubling times. The arm is swung upwards, the Saiyan once again along for the ride as it reaches its peak and as suddenly as it perches..Drops. Brought down and buried once again into the barren earth, this time the attack has a more lasting effect, as when the armored weapon of a fist lifts, there is no sign of the brash Saiyan getting up.

In the smoldering ruins of the crater the Saiyan sits and takes a timeout with himself..This was not the way he intended this to go, then again the last couple encounters didn’t either. Something different was needed. A clever trick circles about in his head..Figuring it was the best shot he had yet, he picks himself up and crawls from the crater, inching his way to its crevice, when he reaches it he takes to the skies once again. With a single lobbed orb of energy the creature is struck in its exposed back portions, drawing its shattering march to a halt. Kage hurls another, and then casts a beam on a slanted angle towards the ground. Within moments its cut through to the face of the cliff, wasting no time he maintains the beam which has now struck the opposing cliff-wall, dragging it across the ground until hes carved a single piece from the canyon, held in place only by the sheer weight of the beast. Drawing himself to a higher altitude, he then begins scatter-shotting blasts all along the ground, attempting to break as much of it apart as possible. Shortly after the ground, as expected, begins to crumble, and in a single shift from the creature to maintain it’s balance…Landslides into the canyon. The fall and the creatures inability to maintain flight draw it to a towering tilt, then to a shattering freefall to an untimely collapse upon the floor of the canyon on its stomach. Taking himself even higher, Kage musters a familiar, but small red orb.. And in a single thrust releases it towards the only worthy target across this plain.. And with a single thought.. Epicular scaled orb clashes against the defenseless back of the creature. Smoldering flesh turns an auburn hue, being melted and cut through, though it is not as easy as it should be..

A shrieking roar beckons the walls of the canyon, causing the Saiyan to close his eyes, and almost to release his hold on his attack, but he refrains. The pace isn’t fast enough for Kage’s liking.. Another orb conjures in his palm and shoots down towards its relative. The collision is without effect, the larger orb being consumed before it expands, causing a whirl of a wind to blow through the canyon and upwards. The scaved flesh is torn easily, and the form of the creature begins to take in the attack. The line of its spine ruptures, the pipe that ran through it, and fed the monster its source of energy for its fist weapons fractures, causing the canyon, the creature, and Kage’s attacks to explode vibrantly in a brilliant display of cataclysmic light.

The Saiyan’s balance is thrown off by the force emitted from the mixture of powers. Cast aside as easily as a paper doll back to the ground. The shriek had stopped, as had any movement from over the cliff and into the canyon.. Kage presumes that the nature of the area being attacked had, at the very least..Rendered the creature inoperational for the time being.. He picks himself up slowly, the exhaustion from the relentless energy that the attack consumed has left him far overdrawn than what he’d find comforting.. Not waiting for the creature to maybe survive and regather itself, he begins a slow tread away from the Canyon.. Muttering and swearing to himself.. Heroes are overrated

by Krillin Tue Sep 22, 2009 11:38 pm

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Re: The Lost and their search to be Found.

by Krillin Tue Sep 22, 2009 11:38 pm

Dang... nice, very nice quality. +5000 From the Quest itself +5000 because that was awesome.

by Kage Wed Sep 23, 2009 11:35 pm

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Re: The Lost and their search to be Found.

by Kage Wed Sep 23, 2009 11:35 pm

Spoiler:

Another boring day treading through another worthless, forgotten town.. This one was different, however.. Everywhere he looked he found, or rather didn’t find that which he expected. Which was life. People, bustling and hurrying to further their incompetent, worthless lives. His timid steps take him past a peculiar street, one that emit’s a most ear-aching noise to the Saiyan’s ears. The sound?…Cheers, praises, and positive-influenced musical notes. Kage’s gaze peers down the street, however the reasoning behind such a horrible sight is blocked by a horde of individuals crowding a single street.. Curiously, he changes his course, pale lips passing a toothpick back and forth from one corner to the next; his only real means of entertainment throughout the day..

When he’s reached the back of the crowd, his size allows quite ease in making his way to the second row, and eventually meeting a metal rail, one that stretches both sides of the road, and kept orderly by law enforcement officers posted every thirty feet or so. Finally able to bare witness to the reasoning behind this gathering, he is met by a most disgusting answer.. There-a quarter mile down the closed highway.. A rather bulky, over-sized semi and trailer haul a raised, and waving middle to middle-late aged man, waving freely at the melting crowds who throw their affections freely…. The small splinter of wood snaps between his lips, and he casts them to the ground in a blatantly displayed spit.. The Officer closest to him; roughly five feet away, shoots him a glare but refrains from saying or moving in any other way. The rather snobbish way the crowd is acting boils beneath the Saiyan’s skin.. Almost to the point of actual enragement. Keeping his cool he decides to stand and pretend to watch, sticking out like a sore thumb from his lack of ambition to join in on the crowds cheering.

It is only when the vehicle is within throwing distance that, a most extraordinaire idea slips into the Saiyan’s conscience. With a most wry grin and a single nod in approval, he steps forward.. The nearby officer immediately obstructs his path, placing a hand on his chest and pushing forcefully. ”Hey Buddy, Where Do Yo-” It is when his mouth takes the shape of the ‘O’ in his last word that a fist rises and collides against the Officers face, casting him halfway into the street with no effort whatsoever. By the time Kage has taken center stage in the center of the road, the semi has nearly gone off course, screeching to a halt and almost throwing its onboard hero overboard. The Hero in question glances around at the startled, and drawn-silent crowd.. Shifting its fake determined gaze to Kage he leaps off the truck and lands within arms reach. He clears his throat, speaking in an audible manner; clearly trying to show off to his fans. ”You! Who do you think you are? You could’ve hurt someone, Remove yourself from these streets or I will have to aprehend you…The Hard Way..”

The smug grin remains carved into the Saiyan’s face. The same face that towers roughly a foot higher than the Hero’s.. An intimidating note that is most definitely realized by said being. Kage crosses his arms over his chest, leaning over and staring into his opponents eyes on his level. ”The Hard Way? Is that a promise..?” With a rather insulted look planted on his face the Hero throws a punch towards Kage’s face, striking it heavily and turning it off to one shoulder. Grinning through the grudging fist and the familiar sting, he allows his strength to shine through, appropriately rising from a base power level of Fifty to a solid Three-Thousand.. ”..My turn.” He whispers gently, easily overpowering the outstretched arm and closing in enough to lunge his fist into the unsuspecting Hero’s gut. The crowd gasps and is drawn to a silent hum, meanwhile the Saiyan straightens his form to a plain stand, raising the same arm as the Hero cradled his gut, and thrusted his elbow into the side of his lowered head, sending him with a one-way ticket into cement-induced crash landing.

Another gasp, the Hero is tougher than he looks however, and steadily gets up.. Much to Kage’s pleasure of course. After catching his breath a moment the Hero rebounds, leaping towards the Saiyan and throwing a flattened hand towards his neck. The chop is visible effective, drawing a slight wince and dragging Kage down; knees bending a few inches before rising again and throwing another clenched fist at the Hero. In equally-leveled fashion the Hero manages to avoid the punch, jumping into the air and spinning on his axis once before dipping a leg out towards the Saiyan’s head. Not one to ruin the fun Kage allows it, being spun rapidly and cast to the ground equally as easily as he had done to the Hero. He pushes himself up with his arms, and mockingly begins doing very slow, melodically pushups. Before shooting a quick glance upward, Kage lowers himself straight to the ground, swiftly drawing in his legs and rolling over himself, hand-standing and tipping over, following through into a propelled drop-kick, one that finds its mark squarely on the Hero’s torso. Whilst airborne, a wind violently erupts off Kage, signaling an unknown raise in the level at which he decided to now fight in. It is not even a second later though that the Hero sees the behemoth of a Saiyan come into view over himself, then being thrown onto the cement again, feeling the fisted-blow to his gut a second time only after hes grounded..

This punch is much more damaging however, drawing a plentiful mix of saliva and blood from the Hero’s mouth while a look of disbelief floods his face. He picks himself off the ground, still holding his gut with one arm as he glances over the awe-struck crowd. With sweat and humiliation taking over him, he turns and attempts to run the other way. After passing his own throne-poached caravan he trips over himself, falling flat on the single area struck twice, and leaving him temporarily paralyzed as pain flooded his mind. Following at a paced walk, it is only after passing a shield held to the side of this vehicles trailer with two spears that he halts… A single arm outstretches and rips the wooden, iron-tipped pole from its mount, and thrusts it out towards the Hero. It is an intentional miss, lancing past his head and embedding itself hilt-deep into the concrete. Mistaking the Saiyan for an overly-confident fool, the Hero believes a weapon might be just the tip he needs to reclaim his glory yet. Again he dutifully picks himself up, and struggles with taking out the spear, but manages it after a few moments. Turning back to face the Saiyan, and in a more professional stance with the weapon in both hands, he regains confidence.. As false as it is, Kage refrains from any voicings as of yet. Grin still planted even as he’s charged by the weapon and its new weilder. An overhead swing; held swiftly by the forearm of Kage.. Repelled into a side-arced swing; also blocked by the same arm…and finally a hip-level thrust; dodged in a split-second shift, and death gripped by the Saiyan closing his arm around the pole, hand sliding and taking a grip much to the same effect as the Hero’s two.

With a single twist the shaft is snapped, and the Hero is left with the jagged, splintered butt-end of the polearm.. He casts it aside immediately and draws the second one that crossed the last on the side of the trailer. His attacks continue, proving to only simply consume the hero’s endurance, and ultimately strength, while having no visible sign of gain against his unknown opponent. The same tricks grow old, however, and this see-sawing battle begins to draw boredom to Kage’s mind. In the midst of another thrust, this one much quicker given the Hero’s earlier lesson, the shaft is caught again, and the spear all but ripped from the Hero’s hands. Once again fear-struck, the Hero abandons all hope of gain and again begins running, this time in the direction the fight had started. Amazingly, the Hero possessed incredible speed, despite the endurance-draining portion of the futile fight. And is well close to a hundred yards and gaining in distance between himself and Kage. The distance is clear however, and all straight-away… And so, the eyeing of his target is hardly a challenge. His stance lowers, supported on his right leg, his left stretched out before him.. With his left arm held straight and aimed level with the ground, he tips the spear with his right arm upward on an angle…Moving into a gentle trot, after the fourth step off his right foot, his entire right side of his body shifts forward, arm hurling the spear in a blinding display of brutality at the still running Hero.

The polearm enters the back of his neck, exits no more than an inch below his adam’s apple..And he is struck to a dead-halt(all puns aside).. He immediately grasps for his neck, able to clearly grasp the ironed-point of the polarm and even some wood.. Blood seeps into his airways, and any desire to cry for help is drowned amidst the life-force that the Hero called his very own.. It is by this time, that the crowd begins releasing maddening shrieks and yells, screams and hollers, dispersing(Police and all) in every which direction to try and avoid what they thought was to be a street-massacre. Hardly in the mood for such, he ignores the crowd, for now.. And when the hero is brought to his knees, and eventually to the ground, he begins a calm, gradually paced climb into the skies.

He offers one last bellow to the escaping crowds, ”Seventy-Two Hours!…Enjoy Them!!!” And in a whispered coo to himself, ”..For they are your last” Before finally obtaining the altitude desired to abandon the city..

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by Melissia Thu Sep 24, 2009 8:13 pm

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Re: The Lost and their search to be Found.

by Melissia Thu Sep 24, 2009 8:13 pm

[OoC Note] Kage, can you please avoid using black text? Black text on a black background is invisible.

by Kage Fri Sep 25, 2009 10:17 am

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Re: The Lost and their search to be Found.

by Kage Fri Sep 25, 2009 10:17 am

((Apologies, my color settings allow black to be more than visible here, colors noted for future reference.))

by Miyamoto Musashi Mon Sep 28, 2009 1:00 am

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Re: The Lost and their search to be Found.

by Miyamoto Musashi Mon Sep 28, 2009 1:00 am

Sry Melissia but was this Updated?

by Kage Mon Sep 28, 2009 1:13 am

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Re: The Lost and their search to be Found.

by Kage Mon Sep 28, 2009 1:13 am

(It was not. Started with 1k. 4k from my graded fight with Revan, 10k from the previous training post.)

by Miyamoto Musashi Mon Sep 28, 2009 1:28 am

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Re: The Lost and their search to be Found.

by Miyamoto Musashi Mon Sep 28, 2009 1:28 am

Updated +4,000 pl
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by Kage Thu Oct 01, 2009 1:03 am

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Re: The Lost and their search to be Found.

by Kage Thu Oct 01, 2009 1:03 am

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Seventy-three hours…This was the ample warning he gave the town that housed the over-confident, recently exterminated Hero.. And so, on the seventy-second hour; exact, Kage embarked on his journey back to the Gauntlet of a town that he had encountered. It was drawing late, as it was when he first arrived several days earlier. This is what he wanted though. Night; what had once been a time of uncertainty and insecurity had grown to be the opposite, safety and livelihood. For most of the trip Kage had been in flight, until arriving on the outer edges of the town, after which he landed and finished his journey on foot. Or perhaps by car? Landing outright on a speeding car, his weight shoots through its roof and stops it with an explosive, firey demise. With a dozen other cars lining both lanes of the road until he’d make it to the actual first out skirting building, he leaps off, each landing hitting its intended mark and drowning away another vehicle in tombs of fire.

Only when he’s within the city boundries does this stop. By this time however it seemed traffic was all but gone, seems he just hit a ‘speed bump’ of the evening traffic. With hands in secluded pockets he makes his casual way down the main street, passing what appeared to be a most crowded, and lively pub. Taking out a box from his left pocket and removing a white thin stick of paper and placing it to his lips, he lights the end with a single finger before changing his course and entering the pub..He had some time to spare, Why not?.. What he steps into is indeed a crowded bar, at the very least..Though it expands quite larger than first expected into what is definitely a club. Flourescent lights dancing about the floor and ceiling, a dark blue hue flooding the entirety of its environment, various activities taking place at every square foot of its innards. The counter was lined up with patrons, several tables filled to capacity as well with laughing and rowdy inhabitants, the floor filled to capacity and more with dancing individuals, poised before the grand stadium that was home to the nights DJ.. And the single booth in the corner, occupied by two individuals….A Man and a woman, on the eve of their anniversary. Their daughter was well tucked away in bed, and so they thought it wise to head out for a few hours, enjoy themselves a bit. Let loose… Nothing wrong with that, Right? Kage makes his way to the bar counter, finding a worthy spot to approach, albeit stool-less, and lean against, glancing about the nights activities but keeps finding his gaze drifting back over to the booth.. The man was garbed in an old flight-jacket, the woman was facing away from Kage so he found her attire to be unrecognizable, moreso due to the poor lighting quality. The man gets up, heading towards the floor after mouthing something the Saiyan wasn’t able to hear. He weaves in and out through the sporadic dancers, until finally taking his place also at the counter, no more than several patrons down, one of which was a strikingly attractive young lady, had to be the same age as the one he was at the booth with. A friendly kiss is exchanged between them both, before the man removes his coat and offers it genuinely to his second guest, who accepts it with no hesitation. He escorts her towards the floor, where as one would expect they begin to dance together. Kage thought it strange, from the way he acted and the looks he gave at the booth, he could’ve swore that was for sure a woman he was courting… Curiosity settles on his mind and he pushes off from the counter.

Casually making his way around the crowd, he arrives at the booth, grasping the edge of its table with a hand and sliding into the same seat, across from the woman, that the obviously occupied man had taken. She glances up from her staring gaze at the table, a rather puzzled look overcoming her facial features, before she hesitantly states ”I..I’m sorry, but someone’s-” ”My Name’s James..” Kage turns his head and offers a friendly, faked smile.. ”And your name isss…?” To which she, again in a hesitant manner replies, ”Its…My Name’s Tracy, I’m terribly sorry but someone’s sitting there..You’ll have t-.” He calmly lifts his hand and reaches across the table, she leans back but hit’s the back of the booth… She must’ve been weak-willed, as there was no audible objection whatsoever to the hand that pressed gently on her chin, turning her head towards the dance floor. ”You mean…Him?”

She furrows her brows slightly, still outright lost at why this man had sat at her booth and why he had turned her head. Nevertheless as asked she glances over the dance floor, spotting the man that was her life after a few short moments and… He was.. Dancing with another woman? This perhaps wouldn’t have bothered her any other night, it was a club afterall, she figures at first he might’ve just been enjoying himself…But, the way he was dancing with her..And-, Was that his coat on her? ..The woman’s breathing takes a noticing jump, each one larger and deeper than the last, it is here that the confusion seeps off her face, and it is no longer needed for the stranger to keep her head turned in that direction. She reaches up and pries his hand away with ease, and he retracts it, glancing from her to the floor and back again, his smile warping to a grin, a single brow perking for a moment before he leans into his newly aquired seat. After a while she figures she’s endured enough of the torture, and turns away quickly, eyes locked on the table as they had been before he sat down. Apparently there had been more disappointment before this, but again; weak-willed.. She likely didn’t have the guts to act on any of it… Good, that’d make this all the more feasible for him. She glances up at her new guest again, any opposition to his new chosen seat all but gone. ”James..Was it?..Do you dance?” Just as she asked, Kage timingly noticed the man in question walking past them and down a blackened hall by himself, his guess was to the restrooms..With a gentle chuckle he gives a half nod, straightening up and standing, ”I do now..I’m going to go tend to myself a moment, Go have some fun, I’ll be right back..”

He slides out of the booths confines and takes his sweet, slow time down the hall. Coming to two doors, each with a dark-red hued light highlighting symbols on each, one for men, and the other respectively for women.. He pushes past the door into the mens room, just on time(as he suspected) to find the said man washing his hands. Kage takes his place to his right, turning on the faucet of the adjacent sink and taking a handful of cold water to his face. ”You know, You have a beautiful wife..” The man glances over and stares at rooms second occupant a few moments before pushing forward a smile and taking out some paper towels to begin drying his hands. ”Wife?..Naah, Girlfriend! I’m too smart for that move. Kage had started to make his way to the door, stopping behind the man just as he made his last comment. He was reaching for his wallet, taking it out and fumbling with it over the sink. It is here the small grin on his face dissipates.. He reaches and grasps the back of the mans collar tightly, ripping his arm tightly and throwing him into a closed stall-door, causing his wallet to flip out of his hands and fall into the sink. Stunned from the maneuver and rebounding with enough force to have him catch himself against the large rectangular mirror that stretches across all four sinks, he’s about to shout an audible ‘Hey!’ before the Saiyan grasps the back of his head, and before he can grasp any sight, it’s thrusted through the glass, shattering the mirror all down its length. His face collides against cement-tiled wall, raising his arms to brace and try and press back, it is to no avail.. He is not strong enough to accomplish such. When the desired effect isn’t achieved, Kage pushes aggressively forward even harder, grinding his face harder into the wall until eventually, the man stops moving all together. Still not satisfied he holds him there a few moments longer, before releasing him to his slouching, floor-laiden grave. With the same arm he reaches over and takes up the wallet, starting to sift through it…. A fair amount of money; he simply takes it all out, spreading the bills with the same hand before throwing them all aimlessly over his shoulder.. ID; also discarded, several assorted cards; dropped as well… After pulling apart one layer of leather, a single yellow tablet slips out and falls to the ground. Stopping his search and bending down he picks up the pill, standing straight again and glancing over it in the light.. It is with a wry smirk that he shakes his head, spotting the X-eyed smiley face on its surface. He keeps it in palm, searching the same flap again only to find two more of the same tablets. ”And somehow I expected this..Smart indeed my friend, Smart..Indeed..” He coos to himself, keeping all three in the same palm before tossing the emptied wallet into the toilet of the stall that was opened with the throw. He makes his way out of the restroom quarters, and back out to the respective club and to the bar. He goes to its corner, and takes a seat next to a pre-chosen loner drowning himself away in insurmountable amounts of alcohol. With his free hand he reaches it over his shoulder, grasping the lone man as he would a friend, and slamming him face-first into the counter, leaning over with him and squeezing out a good-sized laugh. The man is dead on the spot, blunt-trauma to his head having enough concussive force for a dozen men of his size. Kage gets up from the spot and pats him on the back still rolling forth the chuckle.. ”You are too much my friend…Have a good night..” A few nearby patrons had worriedly glanced over at the shake that end of the bar-counter had felt, but go back to their business after hearing the accompanying words. Kage waves down a bartender while moving back to his original unoccupied and seatless spot. ”Two Kamikazes, And see to my friend down there..He was having a terrible migrane and started dozing off, Would you?”

The Bartender wordlessly sees that his second helper tends to the drinks while he throws a towel over his shoulder and makes his way down to try and undo the work Kage had flawlessly put into place. The helper slides two glasses of the hard mixed liquor beverage to its intended patron, being flagged down by another before he can tell him what he owed.. Flawless? Kage takes the drinks and steps away from the bar, the drink in the occupied palm fed the three tablets that almost instantly dissolve into the contents. Once there he sets the questionable drink in front of the woman, taking his seat again. She’d been carelessly watching the other woman, the one wearing the long-gone man’s flight jacket. Without any idea whatsoever at what was at play she takes the drink in hand, letting a generous amount of the liquid fill her mouth before swallowing it down. Still she watches, her face wouldn’t have left anyone a clue at the thoughts running through her head, but her eyes.. Were nothing short of open doors, and the seething hatred that spiraled in miniscule amounts were as bright as day. This feeling is relentlessly amplified by the substances slipped into the drink, and it isn’t long before she finds herself more interested in the stranger that’s offered her the nights worth of compassion. Surprisingly, even though it was a small glass, the drink is finished to the last drop in only its second serving, much to Kage’s delight. The rush and adrenaline-mixed anxiety that settles in uneases her a bit, but she scoffs it off as simply the rather downturn of events that had taken place. ”Well..I should probably go, Leave him to his fun and all..Thank you for the company, James..” With a grin played on his face the entire time he lifts his shoulders gently, ”It was no trouble really, My pleasure infact.. Mayhaps you’d enjoy company on the way home..?” Her mind says no, Shouts even. But the short glimpses at the woman with the jacket overpowers this voice, and she smiles while getting up from the booth. Taking the silent gesture as her answer the Saiyan does the same, and the two make their way through the aimlessly dancing crowd and out of the facility outright. The distance isn’t long, or so she says. Much of the trip is without conversation, Kage didn’t need to say anything really.. The image he’d shown her was suffice enough to leave her wrapped in her own destructive thoughts for the rest of the week. He walks with her all the way to her door, her hands grabbing her key from her purse and sliding it into the lock. She was about to turn and offer thanks for the offered compassion, however it is here that this peaceful walk takes its one-eighty turn. With furrowed eyes Kage eyes the single porch-light, which buzzes quite audibly before shorting out, and exploding outright, casting shadow to the front of the house. He draws himself close, swiftly moving an arm around her neck and grasping very tightly, collapsing the airway in her neck. Breathless, and completely taken by surprise, there is little to be done on her part. His hand reaches around and takes the door handle, thumb and ring-finger slithering beneath her palm and twisting the key until the doors unlocked. Using her own hand to open the door he steps inside, the powerless guest merely along for the ride. Once inside the house-proper he kicks the door shut. Already, the rather weightless feeling she’d been dwindling over on the walk home pairs deadly with the lack of air. It is only a few moments longer before her conscience fades to black, and the hand that tried to grasp and pull away his arm fell weakly to her side.

Recklessly he casts her to the floor, making his way calmly towards the stairs, two steps and then a landing.. To which a most shocking fact is known; They possessed a daughter..! His head tilts curiously, left hand reaching into his pocket, right extending its pointer finger to the bottom of the frame, lifted it up, and letting it drop.. He repeats this for every picture lined up going up the stairs, each falling with a satisfying thump against the carpeted steps. When he reaches the top he’s met with a small hallway, at the end of which there is a visibly pink door, with the sign ‘Halie’s Haven’ hung at its center. With a few quiet steps he closes the distance, raising a hand to give two gentle knocks before his other turns the handle and pushes forward. The girl was awake, very much so.. In fact as soon as the front door had opened for the two she’d awoken. He doesn’t give her the option to question him at all, she’d been standing, and was no more than six feet away from him. ”Helloooo there..I’m a friend of your mother’s, she sent me up here to make sure you were in bed. You got school in the morning, ya know..” It was a longshot of a guess on his part, but he knew what the parenting was like.. The casual year-round school schedules.. It wasn’t too hard. And with a sulking sigh his guess is reaffirmed to be a correct one. ”Is she coming up to read me my bedtime story..? She never did it before she left..” He smiles to himself, something left unseen given the room was almost pitch black, save for a small hue of light illuminating from the two large curtained doors leading to a patio on the opposite side of the room from its hallway door. ”She knew all the long, sweety…That is why she sent me up, to make sure it alllll got squared away..Now go lay down, and I’ll see what I can muster.”

Without hesitation the girl slides into her bed, and Kage meanders over and takes a seat on its side.. ”Hmm..Now let’s see here. Ah-I got just the one…. Once upon a time” His voice mellowed out, drew soft, and might’ve even held a small hint of a caring compassion in it, something not even he realized at first, ”There was a man and a woman, whom loved each other verrry very much.. They had a daughter, a sweet daughter. One they loved and gave their world for. They all lived in a merry, beautiful house, on the empty, majestic planes; surrounded on all sides by a sea of tall-grass. When the sun shined, this home of theirs was perfection, heaven incarnate.. When the wind blew, it really did seem like a sea, waves passing through the grass and carrying on for as far as the eye could see. There were trees, an apple-tree even, one that was -soo- big, it shadowed their house on the hottest of days.. And on this tree was a swing, a secure twine rope held to an old unused tire. They’d all spend their days out walking the fields… Pushing their lovely princess on her swing, and there wasn’t a worry in the world.. No one could harm them there, and their life went on for years and years, as Happy as could be.. It is here when he stops, the child had long grown tired and drew near complete sleep by this time, but wasn’t quite satisfied. ”Wha-..What happens next Mister?..Finish the storrrry..” Kage offers a soft chuckle, ”Why not make your own ending? Go to sleep, dear..The quicker you do, the quicker you’ll dream the ending..” With a simple yawn in reply the girl turned over.. Kage reached over and lightly grasped her arm, his other hand lifting the covers and slipping it under, pulling them as far up as her neck and letting the ends go. He got up from the bed, the second to last request coming to quiet, sleep-filled vocal chords to his ears.. ”C..Could you, turn my nightlight on before you go? I can’t..sleep, without it..” His back was now fully turned. Obsidian gaze slid down to his hands, which were now warm and aching, sweating even.. He turns some ninety degrees and lays one hand out in front of himself, palm facing the ceiling. His other lays ontop, and without any sound, he musters enough energy to conjure a single, seemingly harmless orb between the two. His palms break apart slowly, eventually leaving the orb to float freely in front of him, and no more than four feet away from the bed, casting a dark, but vibrant eerily-hued red lights all over the room, nothing straining-ly bright however. He turns his head towards the patio door, the rest of his body following suit. But before he can take anymore than one step, the voice speaks up again.. ”Mister..What’s your name?” He was brought to a dead stop, physically and emotionally.. And for the first time since he was awoken, he is left without an answer, with no words in return.. It is only after a snapping blink that draws him from this dumbfounded stare that he replies, though it takes several attempts. ”K..-k..Kage.. To which she readily replies just as she drifts off to sleep, ”Tell Mommy I love her, Please?”

It is here that the string of binary thoughts that went through his head nonstop cease, replaced by a single image, the one described to exact detail in his ‘story’.. The little girl on her swing, and a familiar hulking figure with its back turned to his vision pushing her eagerly. A flood of echoing laughter fills his head, young and healthy, almost entrancing by sound alone.. Locked gaze tightens to killing stare, and with the same image only repeating itself over and over in his head, his steps continue without interruption to the doors, which are opened swiftly. The orb; begins crackling and turning over, small similarly hued bolts of its own contents slipping over its smooth surface before plunging beneath its concealed surface. No aura this time.. He would not wake the girl. He takes to silent flight, slowly inching his way up until he’s more than cleared the house’s peak. Here he speeds, races even, going as fast as he is capable of, taking a safe altitude over the well-sized town still in the early stages of its nightlife. He is sweating, gasping by the time he stops, finally turning to view the single house lost in the sea of the rest, disbelief overcoming his face. There was doubt, opposition even, a small sliver of dissent over the predominating will to completely and utterly raze the town. But dissent was not what he was about, it was not in his mind to stop himself, he couldn’t.. Even if with every ounce of will he had demanded it… There was only the monster, the quick-sand of insanity that quickly dealt and disposed of the weaknesses that became of him.. The Compassion, The Love, The Pity, The Despair.. None of these words held any definition to him, and therefore were not important. There were feelings, but they were foreign, confusing, and sickening. A prevailing voice booms in his head; that of his own, shouting the single word ‘Silence’ for what seemed to be an eternity. And eventually, the laughter obeyed. The image remained though, a stain on his conscience as his right hand raised horizontal to his chest, open palm coming to skin-cutting fist and flying outwards in a motion similar to the way one would elbow a neighbor. With a single blinking flash the originating house erupts in a crimson-filled dome, which expands and consumes several square blocks. His eyes lock immediately upon the club, the same right arm stretching out before him and casting out another orb at immense velocity, consuming that area in a crimson dome of fire as well. His left arm joins its sibling, and together the duo begin the troubling task of leading tonight’s orchestra of death and destruction. One after another, emerald flashes eminate from palm-centers, no concentration given at all to what he was aiming at, the Town was what stood before the imaginary crosshair that laid between his hands, and that was as good of aiming as he deemed necessary. One after another, the unrelenting barrage begins, each green saucer twisting and turning, displaying a rather magnificent dance before homing into the ground and erupting in an empowering demise. Minutes pass and still he continues, ensuring that every square yard of the city was riddled with either craters or a blazing fire. Defiantly one building remains unscathed, stretching almost as equally high into the sky as himself, at the city’s center. When all else fell to the consuming wrath of the elements, he ceased. And for his final touching note, two pulsating streams of energy erupt from the ends of his palms, aimed dead-center near this sky-scrapers base, and cutting through the shell of glass and steel-beams as easily as a hot knife through butter. Another explosion, the dignifying sign that his aim was true, but not true enough to satisfy him. With a raging grunt the intensity of the two beams is amplified, its girth tripling in size down the entirety of its length. When this new surge of power reaches the building, it all but cuts through what’s left, a hulking scream of steel-against steel bellowing out, the open wound against its side belching fire as it slid off its base and struck its nearest neighbor, crumbling over and casting a blinding cloud of dust several hundred yards in all directions; although nowhere near where Kage was.

So it finishes, the final quartet of strings, winds, brass and all… A final farewell to the enticed crowd; Kage lands on the same two-laned stretch of road that he took in, the only way in or out of the town.. With another twenty inhabitants still in vehicles parked and watching in complete awe-struck dumbfoundedness at what they had witnessed, Kage sees to it that these individuals, some of which were now staring at him, would not be left out of the fun.. He lances towards them a single cascading stream of energy, one that cuts straight through their vehicles without a single sign of phasement being shown. Each vehicle erupts one by one, consuming or completely obliterating the nearby/inside occupants within seconds..

And as the worlds blanket of clouds began to cover the lands, they would be joined by distant relatives, as streaming, endless pumes of smoke arose and took their place in the heavens.. A distant glow is casted on the bottom of the clouds, perhaps a sign as to how thorough the extent of the damage was. And the Saiyan? Left standing with a worthless feel about him, staring coldly at nothing in particular on the road.. There was some comfort, that he managed to grasp out of all the deaths and carnage that he’d just enacted…. And that was, on as cold as a night as this, he was warm.. This was to be the only gratifying thought he’d come across for the entire night, the entire night that he’d spend in that very spot, without sleep nor wavering will to move..

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