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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2014 22:09:39 GMT -5
BAM!
BOMP!
BADDABADDA DAAAA!!
The fanfare sounded! Trumpets, guitars and a great drum line sounded off as the greatest hero to ever live skipped into the scene. A blur of yellow and red dashing on top of a thin, needle that rest atop a large building. The Hero standing on one foot and his other resting on his thigh, knee bent for better balance while his arms cross and a smirk was visible on his mostly covered head. The hero, Ultra Saiyaguy III, took the chance and put his left fist to the stars, his right against his left aide and facing behind him! He was using one of his awesome poses that he saw on television!
He moved quickly, though, immediately jumping forward and tucking his body in to effectively spiral forward and onto the sidewalk beneath him. Landing easily and sprouting out, arms pointing out and legs spreading out the same with a firework exploding behind him to create a awesome entry! The people around him marveled at his amazingness, stopping and staggering a bit. Not amazed but..frightened and curious to what the heck this..'3' guy was doing. His pose didn't end there, though, as he still had one more in store.
He began his next pose by twisting around a full 180° and windmilling his arms down, his upper body following. He twisted his upper body around just before he could scrape the concrete and turned around, smiling wide with his arms pointing to his left! The Greatest Hero to ever live standing up filly before striking a generic superhero pose, fists against his belt and crimson cape flowing in the wind.
“HA-HA! Fear not, civilians! It is I, your new Sūpāhīrō!!” Rindohan bellowed, giving another laugh after. The Hero striking another pose, his legs spread still but his upper body leaned forward a little and his right hand out, palm open with his left arm flexed over his helmet with his fist balled and tight. His smirk wide and heroic, glimmering in the bright sun!
Ultra Saiyaguy III seemed like a really..cocky guy! But, his intentions were pure and heroic! Despite his numerous claims to be the greatest defender of all time. He simply hoped that evil would sprout some time soon so he could prove that he was the greatest hero ever! All he needed was his own Super Sentai and he'd be set! For now, he was solo! Just like Ultimate Deka Ranma II! He was a lone shadow, the defender in the darkest hour. It was pretty bright at the time, though..
“HMPH! Looks like your hero must be off, friends! Simply call 'SAIYAGUY!' and I will appear! Farewell, civilians!” He spoke again, dashing off. His speed incredible, arms bent and fingers together and straight to ensure speed. His sprint interrupted as he front flip on top of dumpsters to reach a rooftop and continue his search for evil! he looked so darn cool!!
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Saito Kito
Gohan
Master of the Crane School
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
Posts: 455
Base: 133,919
Focus State: 267,838
Phoenix: 1,339,190
Zeni: 877
Items: Kemuri's Sword, Motorcycle, Gravity Chamber (100x), Simulator 2.0, Spacepod
Ally: Sonya - PL:55,998 Full Power: 111,996
Ally 2: Itan Farth - PL:55,998 x3:167,994
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Post by Saito Kito on Dec 1, 2014 13:01:59 GMT -5
"Your coffee sir"
The waiter set down the trempling white cup. For some reason the man had chosen to hold it by the sides which clearly led to a painful rattling of the spoon inside. Saito would not be as dim witted and as the black and white teenager strode away, shaking his palms as he did, Saito picked up the cup by its handle as to avoid the heat. Taking a sip of the bitter drink, which had only recently been added to his pallet after spending time in his new apartment loft, He noticed instantly that though he could feel the scalding drinks warmth, he could not feel the sting. The poor waiter had nearly burned himself on the glass and yet as Saito drank, and the chugged his small coffee, he felt nothing more than a tickle. This was just one of many instances where the warrior noticed his body adapting. It had adapted in many ways. His skin no longer felt the rough sting of minor burns. Saito could put his hands around fire itself and yet only feel a slight sting. The stronger he became in battle the less trivial mortal problems seemed to be of any actual concern to him.
He stopped about halfway down the cup, determined to make his one trip out of the apartment last longer than ten minutes. Saito had sought refuge from his true life after the events on the lookout. He couldn't yet face the Kami of Earth. Surely the old man would teach him anything he asked, but the idea of continuing his path of combat was difficult. How could he go on with his plans knowing that this was no longer a game. That is after all what it had been up until a few nights ago. A game. He had trained and studied all for a chance at glory in the arena and instead he found himself engulfed in true combat. Just the thought of that day brought a chill to his spine. The smell of dog and perfume, his well groomed fur and perfectly trimmed nails. The hound had been an opponent Saito would never forget.
The thought made his eye itch, not the left one that was still firmly in its socket, but the missing one. He was still limited on what he could use to cover the gapping hole and so he settled for a bandage, as well as basic human street clothes from the local thrift shop. Saito had pulled his now bushy blond hair into a pony tail and wrapped the bandage carefully around his right eye before coming out into public. Although many would look at him, staring really, it would surely be worse to walk around without anything covering the battle wound. A tight T-shirt with no words, only the color grey, was plastered on his chest, revealing his abnormally large muscles, which again made people stare. But what was the most odd for Saito were the jeans he had purchased. They were a very light blue, lighter than his dark grey shirt. They were restrictive in nature so it was confusing to Saito why anyone would voluntarily where such a thing, but then again if pants were going to be his downfall in battle he surely wasn't a decent fighter. Last but certainly not least were the weights hidden under his clothing. Though his arm bracelets appeared small they were infact quite heavy, as was his leg bracers and belt. These together made for a weight that Saito knew released his true power. Though until that time he was limited to half of his strength...Half...What was half compared to what he once was. When he sought training on the lookout his power level had been no greater than his minimum power now. He had grown to an entirely new level facing off against the dog.
Lifting his glass again he found it shaking yet again. This time not because of the waiter, but rather the sudden appearance of a powerlevel. Saito had learned how to use his sensing in the past, but now it was his enemy. Anything with a power level exceeding 100 became a threat to the man, and the appearance of one that was in the thousands brought his muscles to tense, though not for long. The threat made itself known in a showy flamboyant manner. It was nothing more than a peacock come along to strut by with his feather blooming. Saito was not impressed. He gave a name that Saito thought was strange and then swore to protect all of them.
"Ignorant child. I bet he has never seen real combat"
Though he had meant for the comment to be personal in nature, a few of the other outdoor diners at the bistro overheard him and chuckled, entering their own conversations about the boy in costume. Though he had begun to leave, he wondered if perhaps the boy had heard him, and if so would he turn around? Kit hadn't meant to speak so loudly, however being alone had caused him to forget his volume control, and now he had just insulted the stranger. Never a good start to a relationship.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2014 19:55:47 GMT -5
He had to get moving. Jumping from rooftop to rooftop was all apart of his grand plan to change his outfit in a second. The superheroes feet tapping against the most narrow of needles and padding against every rooftop he scaled. He was sure it wouldn't take too long in order for him to gain the distance required to safely change his suit.
At last. The Super had achieved what he needed in order to switch out the getup and enter more civil wears. But..something bothered him. His fingers and thumb pinching the tiny capsule that withheld his orange and blue jacket, as well his blue tanker and jeans. No..someone had said something that bothered him intensely. That he didn't..know, what a real fight was. He wasn't an idiot, but still. It bothered him regardless. Shaking his head, Saiyaguy smiled and kneeled down onto one knee, opening the capsule to release his normy suit and switching it for his costume.
“Alright. I'll find out why that guy was a skeptic.” Rindohan mumbled, standing up as he ruffled out his spiky hair and slid down the side of the home he stood on. Beginning to run toward the café. He shoved the capsule into his pocket as he did so, swinging his arms to build speed as well use his own ki to boost up his physical prowess.
It took very little time. Rindo standing beside the larger, one-eyed man and crossing his arms. He looked up at him, giving a thumbs up. “Say, that Saiyaman, Guy, whatever, dude is pretty rad, huh?” He said, attempting to strike up conversation. Surely his super voice suffered from his normal voice?
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Saito Kito
Gohan
Master of the Crane School
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
Posts: 455
Base: 133,919
Focus State: 267,838
Phoenix: 1,339,190
Zeni: 877
Items: Kemuri's Sword, Motorcycle, Gravity Chamber (100x), Simulator 2.0, Spacepod
Ally: Sonya - PL:55,998 Full Power: 111,996
Ally 2: Itan Farth - PL:55,998 x3:167,994
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Post by Saito Kito on Dec 1, 2014 20:37:06 GMT -5
As quickly as it had disappeared, running off into the mid day sunlight, the power level returned. Curiously this time the holder of it was not flashy or noticeable but rather ordinary. Indeed the surrounding members of the cafe would not recognize him for the youth they had encountered just a moment ago. But they couldn't sense his power. To be fair Saito wasn't able to identify signatures perfectly. Had the hero come back Saito would have been corrected in his belief that these two were the same person. The fact remained however that in his week away from the lookout, he had not seen a powerlevel higher than one hundred, and today he had felt two. Inevitably the same person. He chose not to look at the boy, he wasn't much for conversation. The bandage covering his eye had been tied off in the back, the strips picking up in a casual flow with the wind. Finishing off the drink he had started only moments ago he exhaled, letting out a much more reasonably toned response.
"I'm unsure what...rad...means."
He said, standing from the chair revealing their sizeable height difference. Not to say that this young man was short, but Saito had about a foot on anyone he spoke with. He did not however turn to face the boy and instead chose to grab his thin leather jacket, one that he had slung over the back of his chair upon sitting down, and vacate the area, dropping a crisp zeni on the table to compensate for the drink. It was then that he actually looked at the boy. His hair and youthful face reminded him of Ethan, and so his heart hurt for a moment. Though his face wouldn't show it. The nasty scar that ran from his bottom lip all the way up to his cheek -only to be hidden at the tip by the bandages- prevented him from smiling often. Not that it hurt or that he was incapable, but he could feel the torn skin and again would be reminded of the battle. He didn't need more reminders, and so a stoic blandness was all he would allow his face to show.
"If the word means foolish, I would have to agree. The child doesn't know the first thing about combat...and if he did...he certainly wouldn't parade himself around the city like a target"
His words had not been to hurt the boy, but having a good idea that it was in fact the same person Saito hoped he could at least encourage the young talent not to paint such a vivid target on his back. He had come out in a ridiculous outfit and announced to the world that he was a fighter for good and justice. Just a few weeks prior Kemuri's spies would have had him gutted for even thinking about being a hero. He knew nothing of the world as it was, and the more he looked at the boy the more he was reminded of his younger brother. At least Ethan didn't show off publicly...though he was equally as cocky. It was tragic, but Saito knew that this boy was destined to die. Ethan at least had Saito...if Saito ever made it back to the dojo. This teen was alone with nothing but his dorky costume and a couple of weird one liners.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2014 20:56:50 GMT -5
The teens heart sank. Not because this elder gentleman didn't know what 'rad' meant, but rather that he thought of him as foolish. His alter ego, anyway. The young man's eyebrows curved in a manner that gave him a concerned or worried look. He hadn't any idea of what the bigger man had gone through from recent events but one could tell that he was a man of possible wisdom and knew what he was talking about. Rindohan swallowed, scratching behind his ear.
“Well, no. Not exactly..” He said, rather sheepishly. “Rad means good. Tight. Awesome.” He gave an example, waving his hand before putting his hands on his waist by force of habit, resembling the costumed individual that wad about only moments ago. He watched the older man take his cost and drop the coin of Zeni on the table, but walked before him to keep up the conversation.
“Huh. Well, mister, what if that Saiyaguy actually proved himself in battle!..” Rindo spoke up again, leaving out a key detail. He only knew how to fight from heritage and..well, watching every season and spinoff of the Super Sentai series as well ripping his own fighting style and modifying the silliness from the Hikkounen series. Otherwise, he was absolutely awful at fighting.
It was true. Both were thinking it, although the teenager didn't know that the elder was thinking of some Ethan fellow. What they thought in common was that, well, the costumed clown only had himself. Versus, Rindo having himself and his mother; he would never retreat to his parent out of fear of endangering a loved one- that would be most dishonorable and not so heroic.
“I don't think he was parading. But, just assuring these guys they have someone to fall back on.” Rindohan waved his hand, shifting his weight to his right leg.
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Saito Kito
Gohan
Master of the Crane School
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
Posts: 455
Base: 133,919
Focus State: 267,838
Phoenix: 1,339,190
Zeni: 877
Items: Kemuri's Sword, Motorcycle, Gravity Chamber (100x), Simulator 2.0, Spacepod
Ally: Sonya - PL:55,998 Full Power: 111,996
Ally 2: Itan Farth - PL:55,998 x3:167,994
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Post by Saito Kito on Dec 1, 2014 23:40:19 GMT -5
As he tried to leave the youth blocked his path, maneuvering quickly around the tables and stopping just a few inches away. This was at first annoying, why wouldn't this teen leave him alone? Was he that intent on proving what a bad ass he was? Did he really need the admiration of every person in the city? Surely his flashy costume and vibrant personality would get him plenty of attention. Not to mention his ability to run at twice the speed of the fastest human being. If all he wanted was to look the part of a comic book hero he had done his job. Though again looking at the smoothness of his face and being reminded of his own young brother, it occurred to Saito that perhaps he just...wanted to help. Yes he obviously craved the attention, but perhaps he truly wanted to be a hero to the people. That didn't change how foolish the boy was, and Saito couldn't blame him for that. Only a month ago Kit had felt the exact same way. He felt like an unstoppable protagonist in a story he had carved out on his own. Today however the world was much darker, and only half as bright from the one eyed man's point of view.
That was when the idea struck him. What this boy needed was guidance. Someone who could help him achieve his goal while keeping him alive in the process. He needed the Crane school. What had Saito been building it for all this time if not to share it with the fighting community? Whereas before the school had been his chance to train upcoming fighters for the games, it would not be his way to genuinely give back. He would help protect those, and train true and loyal warriors to fight on the side of good. Not a childish Carla or cowardly Alex. Not a traitor or a scoundrel. He would train worthy kids who just needed a little help.
All of that was well and good, but he would never know if this kid was capable of even handling himself until he tested him. What was he going to do? Fight him in the streets? No Saito wouldn't be a good opponent anyway. This young man needed someone his own age, and his own strength, and Saito needed to be there to observe it...
Ethan!
Ethan had been training alone and with Saito this entire time, but the boy would benefit greatly from facing off in a true sparring match. Perhaps he could kill two birds with one stone and learn the boy’s true strength by training his own brother.
"If the Saiyaman really wanted to know that he was ready, I think he would challenge Ethan of the Crane. A fight with a Crane student is a true test of skill. And if he truly means what you say...to protect the people of our planet, perhaps the master of that school would even teach him a thing or two..."
He wouldn't give anything else away. The crane school had of course been gone for some time, but Saito's advertisements had been placed around town nearly a month ago. The boy could easily locate the address and journey to the northern most part of the city. He could challenge Ethan in the dojo if he wanted to and Saito had planted the seed. He would watch the boy and see if he was true to his word. But for now he had nothing more to discuss with the teen. He refused to give anything away, and besides that his physical body was ready for a nap. Recovering from battle is tiring work. Stepping around the hero and putting his coat on, he casually walked over to his motorcycle, which had been parked right outside the bistro on the street. Getting on the hog and revving it several times he yelled out one last thing over the roar of the engine.
"No normal teenage boy could beat Ethan, but maybe this Saiyaman could"
The final challenge. Saito was certain beyond a doubt that this young teen was the Saiyaman they had seen before, but he would play along if it made the boy more comfortable. The last thing he needed was to scare him off. No, this would be the start of something spectacular. With that his bike flew out of its spot, his own Ki powering it and sending it off from zero to sixty instantly. With a shriek of the tires he was up the road and around the corner within seconds. Hopefully this would not be the last time the two would meet.
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Saito Kito
Gohan
Master of the Crane School
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
Posts: 455
Base: 133,919
Focus State: 267,838
Phoenix: 1,339,190
Zeni: 877
Items: Kemuri's Sword, Motorcycle, Gravity Chamber (100x), Simulator 2.0, Spacepod
Ally: Sonya - PL:55,998 Full Power: 111,996
Ally 2: Itan Farth - PL:55,998 x3:167,994
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Post by Saito Kito on Dec 1, 2014 23:42:54 GMT -5
(Exiting Thread: PL please)
(Good short thread! Kit isn't much of a talker, but I wanted to give you something to do. Ethan is ready and willing to roleplay with you, just make a thread at the crane school and challenge him! You could do that in the Central City area as long as you tag him in the title.)
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Post by graderr on Dec 13, 2014 21:38:41 GMT -5
1,381 PL Awarded to Kit, Waiting on request for Rindohan
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2014 19:04:47 GMT -5
'Pologies, Power Level here too.
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