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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2014 11:15:26 GMT -5
“What a luxury. I've returned my wondrous planet of Vegeta and now I'm finally free to readjust to my perfect customs. Earth was such a bother. Weaklings and the like a many.” Orion monologue to himself as dart through the moons atmosphere. The thought of returning to the perfect civilization being such a wonderful thing.
He rest himself down onto a sidewalk below. His chestnut tail whipping at the air as he begin walking among his people. A crude smile crossing his lips from the absolute pleasure of being surrounded among those not human nor abomination.
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Jaxine Caulie
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Post by Jaxine Caulie on Dec 7, 2014 13:56:04 GMT -5
After some light training over at the Kikoukenjutsu Dojo, Zeke decided to head over to Kazu's Bar for a drink. The Dojo had recently allowed some new blood to train with them, simple everyday people taking Novice level classes. Some more serious ones became apprentice swordsmen and were moving up into Zeke's personal Adept level to learn some of the Dojo's real skills. Then the true Master level students could train under the mysterious Grandmaster, the man said to be the absolute greatest swordsman in the universe, classes as a Supreme level swordsman. Zeke himself was currently the only "Master" level there was.
He walked along the sidewalk among the others, about a half a foot or more taller than the general populous at his seven feet tall. The rather tall Saiyan wore a sleeveless long coat and jeans with a pair of steel toed boots. Fighting gloves went up to his elbows, holding his heavy weights. All black, as usual. People knew him just by looking at him, knowing him under several names; The black swordsman, the angel of death, Hattori mercenary, Blademaster, the list went on and on.
A man in a similar, more shaggy coat appeared. He opened it up, the inside decorated with all kinds of items. "Wana buy a watch?" he asked. Zeke shook his head. "I don't wear watches." he told him. "How about a gun?" he asked. "Do I look like I'd need a gun?" he asked. "How about some Dragon Dust? Got lots of that." he said. That just pissed Zeke off. "Get rid of it. If i see you selling drugs around here... I'll end you." he threatened. He went to walk away. The man followed. "How about a knife!?" the man yelled, pulling out a knife.
In a flash of white light, the man found a sword to his throat. It came from nowhere, and luckily for him it hadn't broke shin yet. The man's little knife split in two and the blade fell to the ground. Before him was the Muramasa, a seventy-two inch (six foot) Katana with an eleven inch handle sporting a chrome blade and black guard. The handle was also decorated with a silky black cord wrapping. "I have a knife." was all he said. The man ran off quite fast. Zeke's sword vanished into thin air as he continued walking.
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