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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2013 0:24:11 GMT -5
Dawn had had a very dull morning, as she had spent her time sleeping in a tree, since she had no place to stay as of yet, and was planning on building a home for herself from parts of her pod, and from the local forest that she rested on the edge on. As the suns rays poured through the trees, She yawned as she quietly ventured out to where her ship had crashed, and she started to pick up the larger pieces that a normal human would have difficulty with.
"Note to self, practice landing with ship..." She said to herself as she used a larger piece of the burned hull to pile stuff ontop of, before she slowly started to drag it towards the forest. If anyone came to the crater, they could easily see her trying to make off with parts of the crashed ship.
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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Dec 18, 2013 18:59:47 GMT -5
The trip home had proven to be filled with many unexpected stops and unforeseen meetings with people that he had never would have dreamed about running into. Kurosanai even decided to forego the tradition of the Muzai clan’s mightiest warriors choosing not to use weighted clothing in their training. Tradition dictated that the Muzai had to know how their bodies properly moved in the most natural of settings. And normally Kuro would have adhered to this tradition but he found that it might have been worth the investment after witnessing the condition that Conri Lane was in. He seemed to be much stronger than he would have been if he had never purchased his weights. After that the idea slowly began to grow in his mind that it might be a good idea and then when he found a used set of weighted clothing being sold at a significant discount he couldn’t help but spring for it. He had swapped out his jacket for a near identical one which carried the weights in it, a much heavier t-shirt than it appeared and a pair of leg weights which strapped to his shins. Instantly Kurosanai could feel the difference and he found it actually somewhat annoying but knew that it was worth whatever annoyance they created.
The prodigy of the Muzai figured a good way in order for him to get used to the weighted clothing was to walk the rest of the way back to the Muzai compound over hitching a ride on one of the buses or by the train. He still was not overly confident flying long distances as it was an ability he didn’t use often and had just mastered in the tournament in the Omega Collective. He didn’t feel like trying to fly back home only to find himself midair and no longer able to fly then to have him crashing down to Earth. Kuro did not really feel like breaking any limbs so close to returning home, he did not have the luxury of the increased healing chambers that Omega had. Kuro made a note to himself quickly, buy one of those pods for the compound.
As he was walking he happened to notice a young woman dragging a rather large piece of metal across an open field to the tree line. Now she could have been a scrapper that enjoyed looking for downed ships in order to turn a quick buck, a woman body builder who was working out for her next competition or even a prostitute trying to set up shop in the middle of nowhere. From the distance he was at Kurosanai had to determine that it was the final option. He had heard stories about women out this way that were creating quite a ruckus. She must have been thinking about starting up a village of her own, they had been formed around strangers. After a brief moment of trying to determine whether or not he should help out the hooker he let out a sigh and began walking over towards her.
“Miss! Miss! Do you need help with that? I can help you set up our shelter and campsite there is no reason for you to stay out in the cold no matter what you profession.” Kuro yelled out across the landscape. Even prostitute’s needed somewhere to sleep and it was only in Kuro’s kharma to help her set up shop.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2013 22:44:10 GMT -5
Dawn was grunting with each pull she did on the heavy piece of her remaining space pod, before she felt a powerful energy approach her. She tried to hurry up dragging the pieces of wreckage into the forest, but when she heard a voice seemingly friendly, she stopped where she was and let the metal go, allowing Kuro to see her Saiyan outfit that had been modified for her... beautiful figure.
A small gust of wind made her hair fly into her face, as she cursed under her breath as she fought with the wind to get her hair out of her face. She turned to face Kuro as her gaze locked onto him as she called back to him. "Who are you?" She asked, as she clench a fist incase he was a hostile man. But when Kuro drew closer, she could see how handsome he was, as her cheeks blushed softly as she cleared her throat. "Erm... Sorry." She said, clearing her throat as she unclenched her fist. "Your not here to hurt me are you?"
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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Dec 22, 2013 1:52:14 GMT -5
As Kuro approached the woman that had been pulling the giant hunk of metal he was able to get a better look at her. She had long dark hair, the typical set of Saiyan armor that a grunt might wear due to the lack of other options for wardrobe and then the typical “clothing” that a woman of her trade might wear. What Kurosanai meant by that is that there was barely anything to it. In fact it sort of reminded him of video game armor or even cartoon armor that he had seen. The men would often time wear these massive suits of armor that would protect them from all sorts of damage which of course would make sense, it was a giant fucking set of armor. But when it came to women’s outfits with the same stats it would be a battle bikini. He never understood it except for the fact that it was meant for the perverted fan boys playing the games. Those must be the type of people that sat in their mother’s basements acting like they knew how women acted and talked when in real life they had barely interacted with them. But Kuro was starting to get on a tangent, what the prostitute was wearing was barely a step above a battle bikini.
When she seemed to see Kuro standing there she pulled away and her face seemed to glow red. It must have been one of her tactics to seduce men into paying for her services. The prodigy of the Muzai had to admit she was pretty but something was off. It was that one thing that was off that seemed to keep him from being attracted to her. He couldn’t put his finger on it. Maybe it was because she was a prostitute and Kurosanai felt like it was beneath him to purchase the services of such a professional. He didn’t have the burning desire to catch something that would make his crotch itch.
“My name is Kurosanai Muzai, miss. I am competitor of the galactic tournament and the prodigy of the famous Muzai clan. The very same clan that helped stand against the threats of this planet centuries ago and continues to do so today.” Kurosanai announced proudly. He figured that the worst that was going to happen was that the prostitute was going to offer him some form of discount for her services, which was not needed as he would not be accepting them. “And I am not going to hurt you. Well that is unless you are here to try and destroy the world through use of your ‘skills’. Then I would have to stop you in the name of that is sanitary.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2013 21:10:15 GMT -5
Dawn listened to his words, and what he chose to use made her a bit confused. "Oh the galactic tournament? I saw parts of it on the viewscreen of my pod, Your really wonderful. But I cant say I know of your family Mr Kurosanai, I do apologize."She said, as she grabbed onto the metal she was dragging earlier. The sun glimmered off of the metal of her sword, but she stopped when she heard him say that he would stop her if she used her 'skills'. She gave him an odd look, as she asked "The fuck are you talking about?" with an irritated tone as she dropped the metal and stormed up to Kuro.
It was then Kuro would feel that Dawn would have a much higher powerlevel then any prostitute should ever have. She glared Kuro in the eyes, as she added "Watch your next words Mister, They could be your last!"
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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Dec 25, 2013 0:57:51 GMT -5
Apparently the ‘Lady of the Night’ did not enjoy being called such a thing. Maybe it was for the fact that she had not come to terms with being a woman that managed to get around and paid her way with her body. But Kuro could understand it was not exactly the most honorable of trades though he had seen numerous signs on Omega advertising the so called ‘Largest Brothels in the Galaxy’ that any fetish and any race would be available to the purchaser. Kurosanai had made the mistake to let his curiosity get the better of him and he saw some very strange things that still haunted his dreams at night. People had very strange tastes in sex and the prodigy of the Muzai wanted absolutely none of it.
Kurosanai shook his head violently from side to side erasing the image of the man with the furry tentacles…NO! Kuro refused to think back on that moment and the images that he saw. He actually felt his stomach turn violently as the thoughts of dealing with situations like that again made his knees weak. His reaction was so physical that his stomach actually began to dry heave causing him to double over in pain. Kuro never even seemed to notice the spike in power level from the prostitute that was standing right in front of him. It was out of no disrespect to the hooker but the images in his mind were much too disgusting to fathom.
Finally after a moment of uncertainty over whether or not he would lose his lunch that he had purchased with the money that his parents had forwarded to him upon his arrival back on the planet he looked up. The prostitute now had an aura of power that would no doubt have scared many but Kuro kind of chuckled at it. He closed his eyes and shook his head; even here on Earth it seemed that he still had that knack to get into fights with whoever he interacted with. This was no exception except that Kurosanai would not take the bait and release his power. Instead he kept his power close to what a human would display; the prodigy of the Muzai figured he was going to have a little fun with the prostitute.
“You know coming from a prostitute I must say threats appear to sound more like some kind of perverted request. Listen, Miss I am not into that sort of thing and I really don’t want to procure your services I don’t need to stoop that low. I was just trying to help you with that overly large piece of metal but I guess I can’t…” Kurosanai said with a shrug of his shoulders. As he lowered his hands to his sides the prodigy of the Muzai subtly cracked each one of his fingers with his thumbs. Maybe now was going to be a good chance to find out how good these new training weights were.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2013 15:17:12 GMT -5
Dawn waited for his next words, as she was infuriated with him. But when he mentioned the word Prostitute, she knew that he was referring to her, causing her rage to reach its new height, as her current power level tripled. "Y-You think...Im a...a...WHORE?!" she said while she grinded her teeth and clenched her fist.
She tried to contain her anger, but it bubbled over the top thanks to her Saiyan and Noran upbringing. So she clenched her fist hard, and sent the full force of her rage into a solid right hook and attempted to smash it into Kuros face. Not only for payback for the insults, but to show Kuro that Dawn was not to be trifled with. "You bastard! Im not a Whore! I am Duchess!" she screamed at him as she attacked him with everything she had in one punch.
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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Dec 26, 2013 1:35:25 GMT -5
When she roared in disgust if became all too clear to Kuro. This girl was definitely not comfortable with her profession, it was a shame really. The prodigy of the Muzai could honestly care less what the girl did with her body. It was none of his concern what people did unless it directly affected him. So if someone wanted to have a same sex lover, do some weird kinky stuff or other completely unmentionable items. None of it was his business and as such he could care less. The same thing applied to the hooker that was standing in front of him. What was such a shame was the fact that she should take pride in whatever she did and try and do it so that no one could rival her. Kuro shook at the idea of what that might entail but it didn’t matter.
The hooker made the mistake of letting her anger get the better of her though. Without thinking right after she yelled about how her name was Duchess she threw a large right looping hook. As the punch was drawing ever closer to his face Kurosanai decided he was going to make a point that fighting was far from the proper way to deal with someone who happened to be spouting off things you didn’t want to hear. So instead of dodging or blocking the punch, which would have been easy since it was telegraphed so badly that a blind person could see it coming, the prodigy of the Muzai was going to let the fist collide with the side of his face. And that was exactly what happened. His head was forced slightly to the right but he was far from forced into a stumbling motion. His eyes remained on the hooker trying to evaluate exactly what he was going to say. It had to have some wit to it otherwise this little display would have been for naught.
“So Duchess is your street name? Interesting, now was that the first street you lived on or your first pet’s name? Also that is how you come up for hooker names correct? First street you lived on and first pet name?” Kurosanai asked with the fist still resting on his cheek. It was a crying shame that a pretty girl had to resort to selling her body for money or that she liked to punch people for talking about her trade. It must have been hard to keep clients then. Perhaps that was a boon though.
With ease Kuro’s right hand would circle around the hooker’s wrist before ripping her done towards the ground. Once her face was smashed into the dirt Kuro would plant his boot on her right shoulder effectively pinning her to the ground. He would then began to pull her arm backward until he felt the restraint of her muscles preventing her arm from going any further. Even the slightest move would be dealt with her right arm being ripped backwards either breaking it or ripping it clear out its socket. Once she was pinned to the ground though Kuro would say, “I am guessing that is a favorite position for your clients to see you in? By the way don’t move I don’t want to put you out of work because of a busted right arm.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2013 1:48:34 GMT -5
"Duchess is my title! Not Street name!" She yelled back at Kuro. She was about to make a grab for her sword that was firmly strapped to her back, but Kuro made a swift movement, grabbed her wrist, and effectively threw her down, and pinned her into the dirt. She wanted to resist Kuro, as she had considered his actions an assault on both her honour, and her physical being.
"Ngh, Release me you bastard! If we were on Nor, Your head would be impaled on a spike by sundown!" She said with a grunt, as she felt the pressure on her arm. It was then she heard his warning, making her clench her teeth but she then let out a huff. She didnt want to lose her arm, as it would be extremely painful. She had to admit defeat now... "What a day this had turned out to be. Fucking Humans are all hostile as far as I know!" She thought, as she waited to see what Kuro would do next.
"Let go of my arm, I promise I will not punch you again..." She said, trying to breathe without inhaling the dirt her face was pinned in.
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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Dec 31, 2013 3:24:54 GMT -5
The promise was a little vague for Kuro’s taste. The prostitute could easily attack him in any other manner such as a kick, head butt or some form of a burning crotch attack. From what the prodigy of the Muzai had heard women of ill repute were often not very cleanly. As he pondered all of the different possibilities it was then that Kurosanai noticed the sword that was strapped to Dawn’s back. He was not sure how he first had missed it when he saw her but perhaps it was because his kindess was being spited and thrown right back in his face.
“If I release you, you have to make a promise greater than that you won’t punch me. You have to promise not to attack me. I have shown you nothing but kindness since arriving and you have only been ruder and ruder to me.” Kurosanai lectured. “You should take pride in your job not disparage it as a meaningless profession. I know many of men that need help releasing their stress and without women like yourself aiding them.” He added in with a tone of respect for a profession he really didn’t care much about.
In either case he was going to have to disarm her in order to make sure she didn’t immediately rise to her feet and attack him. Now disarm was a rather ambiguous phrase as it would either be Kurosanai taking the sword from the lady of the night or he was going to break his arm by popping it out of its socket leaving her with only one good arm. Carefully he dropped to one knee pressing his weight down in the center of the hooker’s back so even if she made a dash for freedom he would still have more than enough time to rip her arm out of its socket. Once there he undid the sword and returned to standing. After a brief moment of making sure that she would not attack Kurosanai he would let go of the lady of the night’s arm and hop back several steps. There he would admire the sword, it was far from anything impressive as Kurosanai had seen fancier decorative pieces but it must have been worth something. After all a John had paid her with it no doubt.
“So tell me. What did you have to do for a John in order to be paid with this hunk of metal?” Kuro asked as he swung the sword around trying to gain the weight of it. He was not much one for swords, they seemed barbaric in nature and too much of a pain to lug around with him. “Also is Nor the whore house you hail from? If so is it clean? You really shouldn’t work in an unhygienic especially in a profession such as yours.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2013 11:29:02 GMT -5
Dawn sighed as she was let back up to her feet after she had felt pressure on her back, but when she saw Kuro holding her blade, her eyes went wide with fear. "G-Give that back please! That sword has been in my family for over 1000 years!" She said, trying to reach for it, but with Kuro swinging it around, she had to be careful.
It somewhat infuriated Dawn that Kuro was calling Nor a whore house, but she had a feeling that he did not know any better. So she replied "Nor is my homeplanet! I just arrived here on Earth not even a week ago! My space ship crashed, and I was trying to salvage the parts from it until you showed up!" but she realized that she had kept refering to someone named John, so she asked "And who the heck is this John you speak of? Only people I met since I came to this planet are 2 women, and a little girl... Almost got killed by a girl who also had a sword, aaaand met a farmer...whos not around anymore..." as she remembered the farmer she accidently killed when she first arrived on Earth.
"May I please have my sword back? It means alot to me..."
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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Jan 4, 2014 20:15:00 GMT -5
“And who the heck is this John you speak of? Only people I met since I came to this planet are 2 women, and a little girl... Almost got killed by a girl who also had a sword, aaaand met a farmer...whos not around anymore..." The prostitute said with ambivalence. Kurosanai had frankly not been listening to what she had been saying up until the last part. What did she mean by a farmer who wasn’t around anymore? Did he move? Or more likely, did this prostitute murder the farmer in cold blood? His blood began to boil at the thought that this space hooker had enough gall to arrive on Earth and then murder a civilian for no justifiable cause. He knew if he pressed the prostitute on it she would try and side step any issue and try and turn it back on the poor farmer. He would have none of it and she would be punished for her crimes. “May I please have my sword back? It means alot to me...”
That was the tipping point. He would suffer the prostitute’s crime no longer. He could overlook the constant selling of her body, the fact that she no doubt stole from her clients including the sword that was in his hand, or even that she had no doubt arrived on the planet with bad intentions. But to murder an innocent farmer in cold blood and to care more about the mangy little sword in Kurosanai’s hands than the family she robbed. This meant that the only person that would be able to stop this lady of the night from murdering more innocent civilians would the prodigy of the Muzai.
“So tell me…why do you value this sword so much more than an innocent farmer’s life? What make this worthless hunk of metal more valuable than a man’s life which you cut down in cold blood?” Kurosanai asked with each passing word getting louder and louder. His anger was getting to him. “If you want the sword you are going to have to go through me! I will end your senseless slaughter right here and now!” Kurosanai proclaimed as he turned and threw the sword behind him as far as he could. It would soar end over end into the vast uninhabited wilderness until it ducked behind the tree line and out of sight. It would take her hours to find the blade if she somehow managed to get past the prodigy of the Muzai.
“Now whore…your vicious murdering ends now!” Kurosanai yelled as he sank into a fighting stance ready for what was about to come at him. Weights or no weights, this prostitute would not kill again if he had his way about it.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2014 23:30:21 GMT -5
Dawn was struck with horror as Kuro said that she murdered a man in cold blood. She knew that even though she panicked, it wasnt cold blood at all. All she was doing was defending herself. "It wasnt cold Blood! The bastard was trying to kill me! It was purely self defense!" She said, as she watched him take her sword, and throw it into the woods.
"Aaah!" she yelped, as she watched her precious family heirloom get thrown away, and get called a piece of junk. She stood there, wide eyed and still in shock as Kuro had gotten ready to fight her. It was a moment later when she snapped out of it, as rage filled her up. "T-That....was my mothers!" She said, as her aura flared up, and she suddenly threw several Ki blasts right at Kuro.
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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Jan 8, 2014 18:56:04 GMT -5
Just as Kurosanai had expected of the prostitute from another planet she was immediately fueled with rage over the loss of the sword. Sure it was a bit irrational to jump to the conclusion that this woman had murdered the poor farmer in cold blood but it was hard not to think about his family eating alone at a darkened dinner table with just bare scraps to eat in the cold because the head of the household was killed brutally for simply coming across this woman. Besides compared to how the ‘Mistress of Nor’ reacted to having the sword thrown into the woods. It was not like it was lost forever and besides it was a gift from her ‘mother’. Her ‘mother was probably the Madam of the brothel and the one that coached on this female from the side of the bed.
“I do not care who it is from! You will not use it again in order to harm someone!” Kurosanai yelled back at the woman as she charged up her power violently in front of the prodigy of the Muzai. The way she reacted you would think someone insulted her. After letting an aura blow away what little dust there was on the ground the woman charged up energy in her hands to fire the ki blasts. Instinctively Kurosanai saw this and leapt backwards so that he was not barraged by ki blasts at such close range. While he was midair he let his power surge a little bit as he ignited his Aoiro, his family’s special eye techniques. This was one gift that no one could take away from him not without them being seriously hurt by him in the process. He would literally take the phrase eye for an eye and place it into reality. The ki blasts launched from her hands and slammed into the prodigy of the Muzai. They had soared through the air much faster than he had expected. The force knocked him backwards through the air, mainly due to him still being in the air at the time, however he was quickly able to recover and popped back to his feet.
“Damn, these weights are definitely slowing my movements then I thought they would. This should be interesting.” Kurosanai mumbled to himself as he patted himself down for the dust that had been kicked up. He took a closer look at the prostitute. Her armor was not very guarding as it only seemed to cover her chest and that was it. Kuro understood the point to over armor the legs but he felt like this was just a cop out, with the lack of anything on them at all. With a deep breath he darted forward at close to the top speed Kurosanai could muster in this state. He would come in low and go for a leg sweep. If the attack landed then he would follow with a hard elbow to the sternum knocking her out of the air and into the ground hard. If the woman dodged the attack Kuro would launch a barrage of punches designated at both her head and her abdomen. The prodigy of the Muzai was going to close distance and show her what real power was.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2014 19:32:10 GMT -5
Dawn watched as Kuro was slammed by her ki attacks, knocking him down for a few moments, before he got back up. "Huh, You can take a beating, Ill give ya that..." She said, as Kuro had suddenly right at her, attempting to do a low sweep with his legs to knock her down.
But Luckily, Dawns instincts were to jump to avoid the attack, letting his leg sweep underneath her. But by jumping, She had left herself vulnerable to Kuro's secondary attack, but while his target was her head and gut, her jumping offset that, as the punches hit her lower gut and sent her sprawling backwards into the ground behind her. "Ow..." She said, slowly getting back to her feet as she glared at Kuro.
"That was low..." She growled, as she dusted herself off. Panting heavily, she decided to go all out on this prick. Her aura flared up as her Inner Strength power was activated, and her powerlevel quadrupled in strength. She then started to collect energy into her right fist, as she then rushed at Kuro, intending on slamming her fist right into his gut, as the energy around her fist erupted into a golden Ki dragon.
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