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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Jun 29, 2013 20:01:58 GMT -5
From one flamboyant Saiyan to carnies to a ki tiger man. The circus had most definitely arrived to town and Kurosanai loved every single moment of it. Back at the Muzai compound it was entirely boring. Everyone wore the same style and they all obeyed the rules that were passed on down to them. Well those that resided in the compound obeyed the rules and if they didn’t they simply disappeared. Kuro was never fully sure what ever happened to them he was almost certain they were not killed but it was hard to tell. Especially after Izanami had taken over the clan but here in the city everyone seemed to do as they pleased. A competition spontaneously erupted from the crowd and powerful people were showing themselves. This was what life should be like.
Kurosanai felt excitement growing causing his hands to shake as butterflies began to flip in his stomach. His mouth grew dry as he licked at his lips. Why was this happening? He had been in competitions before so why was this one so much different. Was it because he was finally going to help display the power that he possessed for someone outside of the clan? Was it the fact that he was surrounded by people who could be as strong as he was or that they were stronger? Kurosanai’s brain continued to wrack as he tried to figure out why he was so excited. Then one final question entered his head.
Was this all because of that woman?
It wouldn’t be unreasonable to think about seeing as how she was nothing like he had ever laid eyes upon. Perhaps the excitement’s true cause was because he was on some level hoping to impress the red haired woman. Her very presence made parts of his body tingle and his mind race. Now was the time to stand out from the ki bladed tiger man and the flamboyant Saiyan. So as the carnies ushered the three competitors onto the make shift stage as the strong man took center stage. Here Kurosanai was able to better observe the roaring crowd. These were the people he hoped one day would look up to him and herald him as a protector. That was the Muzai’s goal to protect the people of Earth from all threats planetary and galactic.
Then Mozoku started pushing his way through the crowd towards the stage. The look on his face was one of pure rage. No doubt it was in part for being left behind however the prodigy of the Muzai had a feeling it was more to do with the fact he was up on the stage at that given moment. Once he was at the base of the stage he could tell that he was trying to say something but the crowd’s sound simply muted his yells. Kurosanai to add fuel to the fire simply waved back at Mozoku and then shot him a thumbs up. This caused Mozoku to begin screaming furiously insults that were clearly not good for the children around him to hear. Kurosanai’s eyes went wide at his friend’s reaction. Instantly he began to look away and try to ignore him even at one point putting his hand to the side of his skull as to eliminate him from his view.
“I swear I don’t know that guy.” Kurosanai whispered leaning over to tiger man. Then leaning over to the flamboyant Saiyan he said, “I think he is trying to get your attention. From what I hear he is upset you are wearing that outfit for some reason. Personally I think that it ascents your eyes very well.” Kurosanai said with an innocent smile.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2013 2:09:43 GMT -5
As she called out her challenge, the crowd erupted into voices. She was about to quiet them when a stranger took care of it. A man in the crowd raised his hand, emitting what looked like tiger claws from his knuckles. Adrian raised a delicate brow. Things were getting more interesting by the second. He stepped up, coming to stand beside the other two. How had he done that? Was he human, or alien?
"No other contenders?" she shouted, smiling once more. Another boy ran up, shouting at the competitors. She followed his gaze to the tumbler. A tumbler who was currently whispering to the other two. Seeing as the boy in the crowd wasn't coming to the stage, she ignored him. Without looking, she put out her hand to Vincent who tossed his cane to her. She caught it, twirled it and set the end down. Ever the performer. To the side of them, the others had placed weights and bits of metal Malrick used in his act. She pointed the end of the cane at them.
"Right here we have items used in my Strongman's performance. My Strongman will preform with each item, the competitors must copy him and complete each task. Those who do not will be eliminated. He who wins gets a private tour and chance to preform in the show!" she called to the crowd. They cheered in excitement, some calling for the individual competitors to win. Adrien turned, nodding to Malrick. With a grin, he walked over and picked up a fifty pound weight with ease, rising it above his head. The crowd cheered and he turned, handing it first to the blue-haired man. Like requested, he was taking it slow at first. This was simply a warm-up, a way to weed out anyone who was no where near his talent. Though, all men were nicely built. Fifty should be at least relatively easy after all. All that was asked was that they raise the weight above their head.
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Post by Conri Lane on Jul 22, 2013 23:23:12 GMT -5
It seemed that there was another fun challenger in the ranks of the ordinary folks; he even came equipped with some handy dandy blades. When he was up on the stadium, the kid that had knocked into him started making comments about one of the people heading towards the stage. Something about the guy not liking his clothes or some such, “Why should I care what someone else thinks? I hope you don’t live your life letting what others think decide things for you.”
Really, if this guy was going to come up to him just to start trouble, then he would gladly show him just what he was dealing with. Otherwise he would just focus on what was at hand, which was pitting his strength against this strong man to see who between the two of them was better. The gear was brought out and the presentation was setup by the woman whom had been sitting on the wall. Not one for showmanship himself, he just wanted to get this started right away and it seemed that competition was thin. A bunch of people that seemed to have no desire to challenge themselves with something new and maybe try to get out of the boring linear lives they led.
The man named Malrick began with the easy fifty pound weight; lifting it over his head easily before handing it over to Conri. Unlike the others Conri had no reason to overexert himself on something like this and taking the weight in his hands, lifted it over his head with no effort. It wasn’t like none of the three here could lift this weight, but he supposed this was the circus, so he would just wait until the real competition got started. When he was done, he handed the weights over to the next person in the competition for them to perform the same deed.
Feeling that he was being a bit too impatient, he reached into his jacket pocket and grabbed a pack of cigarettes. Lighting it up he let out a puff of smoke into the air above him, feeling his body start to not feel as tensed as it was and his body relaxing once more. Now he would at least be able to wait for everyone to get a chance to perform this trick.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2013 23:13:28 GMT -5
As he waited for the competition to start, there seemed to be some kind of disturbance in the crowd. “Oh? Really?” Toshrio blinked in ignorance at the angry guy in the crowd, really the guy looked quite furious and he was really confused as to why, did he want to be on the stage too? Though he thought about Kurosanai’s explanation, it did seem logical. “Thanks for the compliment, but I see now, I guess it can’t be helped then. It wouldn’t go well if he disrupted the show…” He said in understanding or well, misunderstanding, since he suddenly took his shirt off to the shock of the crowd.
“That shouldn’t be a problem anymore, this is a contest of strength after all.” He said at a clever decision well done as he tied his shirt around his waist. Fitting with his cat like characteristics, he had a mildly toned but slim build, he honestly didn’t look as bulky, but he had other things that compensated for that.
A fifty pound weight huh, he was sure those boulders he used for training were a lot heavier. Then again it wouldn’t be a show if they went straight to the round of elimination, he could tell these circus people were professionals, they knew what the crowd wanted and would slowly give it to them. Being passed the weight over by the Saiyan, the human martial artist grabbed hold of it. Luckily, it wasn’t as heavy as he first thought to his relief. One careless slip due to surprise and he might have dropped it and caused some embarrassment, after all he really didn’t look like the muscle builder type.
“This good enough?” The young man glanced to the strongman with a smirk, having also easily raised the weight above his head, though he chose to use a little effort to show off the muscle a bit as the crowd cheered for him. Some gasped too in surprise, did he really look that normal before? Well it might also be his outfit; he was wearing typical civilian clothes.
“Here you go, good luck.” He said politely to the male who had addressed him earlier, being a prime example himself, he knew appearances were deceiving and this guy was probably a lot more stronger and adept than what he seemed with his entrance before.
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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Aug 16, 2013 23:48:38 GMT -5
The crowd watched as all three previous participants lifted the weight with ease. The blue haired man showed promise; the tiger man continued the trend that had been started by the strong man. It was fairly awe inspiring that to watch all men lift the weight easily and Kurosanai could feel the pressure starting to build on his shoulders as he watched the weight passed to him. He had no idea on how heavy it would in fact be as it was not in his training to lift weights. The Muzai trained more for speedy fighting rather than hitting hard with a huge muscle mass behind it. So lifting weights was a bit out of his element, he only hoped he was decent at it.
As the weight was brought to his hand gravity took hold and it dropped into his open palm. Surprising it was much lighter than he had expected. He lifted it up to his shoulder once and then lowered it back down to the ground. Kurosanai sighed a little bit as his expectations were easily blown away. He looked out to the crowd who did not seemed that enthusiastic about the show thus far. He couldn’t help but to feel like he was letting them down due to the fact that it was the circus and there was no spectacle. It was in that moment that he figured out how to entertain the crowd. He locked eyes with Mozoku for a brief moment who could tell that his best friend was up to something and began to shake his head violently no.
Kurosanai flipped the weight onto his foot and then tossed it into the air with ease. It twirled three times before Kuro caught it with his fingers tips and spun it three more times. This seemed to get the crowd in a cheer which only further egged on the young Muzai prodigy. Mozoku’s ranting was drowned out by the growing noise much to his best friend’s joy as he didn’t really want a chaperone at the current moment. The prodigy rolled the weight down his arm popped it up over his head and caught it before tossing it under his leg into the air once more. He managed to toss it high enough to give him enough time to do a back flip before catching it and striking a flashy pose.
“Now that is what you wanted to see right?” The crowd cheered at the flashy sight knowing full well that it was far over the top. He seemed to relish this kind of spot light where no one had expectations of him that he was only there to give a show. It was in that moment that his enthusiasm seemed to get the better of him. “Why don’t skip right to the main event? Let’s go all the way to the top! Strongman! Cut straight to the point! Lift as much as you can to see if we can match it!” Kurosana proclaimed as he pointed at the strongman at the end of the stage. The crowd seemed to love the idea and wanted to see the men put up or shut up.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2013 13:09:21 GMT -5
Of course, each contestant lifted the weight easily. In truth, she would be a bit stunned if one of these men failed to do even that. Especially since all that was asked of each of them was to lift the thing over their head. Adrien could tell the crowd was getting a bit restless. But that was all a part of it. Lower their expectations, then blow them out of the water. The next weight increased dramatically and as the last of the contestants lowered the weight to his side, she opened her mouth to introduce the next one. That was when the tumbler started showing off. He played with the weight, tossing it into the air, catching it, twirling it. Her eyes narrowed slightly, red flashing across them briefly. Showing off was good, what she encouraged her performers to do. After all, that's what she aid them to do. But showing off at the expense of her circus? Oh, no, no, no. It was time to teach this tumbler his place. She smiled brightly, though it had an air of wickedness to it. Jump straight to the end? Well...if he insists. She turned, eyeing Vincent.
"Vincent....would you mind getting the last item for the contest?" she asked sweetly at the crowd roared. His eyes went a bit wide before he nodded, rushing off. She turned back to the crowd, stepping forward.
"A challenge has been issued folks! If this boy here wants to see what my Strongman has, then let him! Vincent!" She turned, holding out an arm. An engine revved slightly as the snake-man pulled no a weight, but a large pickup truck into view. Once parked behind the contestants, he cut the engine and jumped out. Malrick cracked his knuckles, rolling his shoulders. Adrien stepped back, smiling. Let's see if the tumbler is so eager now. She watched as the hulking man strode behind the truck, kneeling behind it and disappearing mostly from view. Silence filled the air, the crowd holding their breaths. After a moment, grunts started to come from behind the truck. The metal groaned, the truck started to shake slightly. It began to lift. Slowly....slowly.... With a roar, the truck flew up, revealing Malrick standing under it, holding it up with both hands. The crowd went wild, cheering, screaming as the large man walked forward with it above his head. Neither his arms nor his legs shook and he was smirking confidently. With a grunt, he lowered the truck, coming around it to stand beside Adrien. She turned to the blue haired man.
"You're turn."
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Post by Conri Lane on Aug 23, 2013 22:46:28 GMT -5
The others had been able to pull of the weightlifting as well, which was good since it meant more competition. However, the guy at the end decided that he needed to show off for the crowd and started throwing the weight around. Conri didn't much care for it, no point in showing off for the people watching, he wasn't here for them. The only thing he was here for was to test his strength against someone that was mentioned to be incredibly strong. When the human then asked for the final act, Conri was in agreement on that part, not one for the whole show bit. He'd rather get this contest of strength over with, he wanted to know who was the strongest one here.
It seemed that the last item to be lifted was a truck, a rather strange item to be lifting. Though he supposed it require a bit more than just strength to lift normally as well. That made it a bit more interesting for an item that needed to be lifted, and he watched the carnival's strong man lift the thing. It seemed that he was able to lift the truck without too much effort, and the Half-Saiyan had to wonder how much it weighed. Was it a normal truck or one designed for the show, it could be interesting either way. The woman commented that it was his turn to lift the truck now and he moved towards the vehicle, to the same spot that Malrick had been.
Bending down, he made sure to get a proper grip on the truck before lifting up and using his legs. No point in lifting something heavy if you don't do it the right way now, and slowly he started to lift. This was the advantage of growing up on a farm, heavy lifting was technically a requirement of everyday living. Especially where his father had been concerned that he was slacking off or something, that was a pain. Focusing his strength, he began to lift the truck off the ground careful not to break anything either as he lifted it up high. He could feel the weight pressing against his body, but thankfully he had his legs supporting everything and they could handle the load.
Stepping forward, he figured he would show he could walk with it just like the strong man had. None of his limbs were shaking either, one of his main points was his strength as well. Returning to the previous position, he set the truck down once more and moved around it to stand where the crowd could see. He supposed it was partially his job to give the audience something. "How was that?" he smirked, he was curious if there was something else to lift as well. Maybe the next contest would be a bit different from the norm.
"Your turn," he spoke towards the kid that had those weird energy claw things.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2013 20:12:02 GMT -5
That other guy, he was unexpectedly strong and boasting. While that weight was a warm up after all, prompting them to go to the final object to test their strength was a bit extreme. Toshiro wouldn’t have a say though, the crowd bought it and went wild and wanted just that.
That was quite a jump, from a light weight to a truck, so the tiger man had his doubts. It wasn’t the matter of being able to lift the truck up, but how he was going to do it in such a way to show his strength. Luckily he didn’t go first, so he watched the first demonstration carefully, followed by Conri’s lift. Those two made it seem a lot easier than he thought, but could he really do that too?
He gave Conri a nod as he turn was called, so Toshiro approached the truck from the side. He figured it was the shortest point to hold the truck up by its centre, and then put his hands under it. But something was off though; he wasn’t lifting it up quite right. While he did the truck was tilted forward, making it more challenging to lift it up over him so he could go under it more. The tiger man ended up lifting on side of the truck, with the wheels on the other end just hovering above the ground.
“Crap, I’m going to drop it…”
He was visibly struggling to tilt it to the other side, he was going to break the truck at this rate. In desperation, a light green aura burst around him, effectively spiking his strength. He went all out with a split second and ended up throwing the truck high in the air, he looked up in horror at the carnage to come.
“White Tiger’s Shockwave!”
Toshiro quickly ran right under where the truck would hit and the pushed his palms towards the truck, this let rip a shockwave that propelled the truck to hover a little more before it would fall back due to gravity. The human then quickly flew up to it and held it from underneath, floating down carefully back to the stage.
There was an awkward silence with the close call, but then the crowd clapped and cheered, it was an unexpected performance to say the least, but still entertaining. Toshiro let a sigh of relief and put the truck down, that was something he wouldn’t forget in a hurry. “Your go, best of luck.” He said to Kurosanai, tapping him on the back as he passed him.
As he stood to the side, he reflected on what he had done. He wouldn’t call it a good gauge of his strength, it showed his inexperience and instability with it. Compared to the others before him, he struggled evidently even though he redeemed himself in the end. Oh well, he didn’t expect to win anyway, it was worth participating though.
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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Sept 4, 2013 11:27:28 GMT -5
A truck! Kurosanai nearly ruined his pants when the woman seemed to take pleasure in announcing that he would have to lift something that was near impossible for a normal man. How was he going to do it? The strongman seemed to lift it with ease, which was followed by the flamboyant Saiyan repeating the process, and then finally the tiger man attempted at lifting the truck. Kuro could only really use the word attempt as it was far from the most graceful thing in the world. Initially he lifted the truck into the air and then proceeded to almost drop it into the crowd which caused the first several rows to scream in terror. Luckily the cute little tiger man was able to leap into the crowd and catch the truck before any person was harmed. After a little more effort he returned the truck to the stage and then took his place back in line. “Your go, best of luck.”
Kurosanai would need all the luck he could get as it did not seem as if he had any kind of chance at lifting he would have to come up with something very quickly. So the prodigy of the Muzai took a deep breath and gingerly walked over to the truck. He stretched his arms backwards and rolled each one of his arms in a dramatic fashion hoping to get the crowd amped about his attempt. On the inside though his stomach was doing flips in his throat as he tried to contemplate some kind of way out of this conundrum he found himself in. He couldn't run off stage at this point as it would bring disgrace to the Muzai and make him look like a fool. Add to the fact that Mozoku would never let him live it down.
With a deep breath his fingers slipped under the lip of edge of the truck. A moment of silence fell over the crowd as they awaited Kurosanai to lift the truck. Then with a quick exhale and a grunt Kurosanai put all of his effort into lifting the truck off the ground. And nothing happened. He was left standing their straining his back as everyone stared him down. At first there was just an awkward silence, then some jeering from the crowd and then outright boos. And of course what happens when a rowdy crowd has food in their hands and they are witnessing something they don't like? They start throwing it at the unlucky performer on stage and that is exactly what was going on. Kurosanai ended up getting peppered with popcorn, barely dodged a flying soda and then got smacked in the face by a hot dog. He knew he wasn't going to hear the end of the innuendos from Mozoku on the last incident.
In an effort to try and get out of the barrage of food Kurosanai rolled underneath the truck. "Crap this is not what I had in mind when I challenged the strong man." Kuro thought fast and placed his hands on the bottom of the truck and out of desperation began to push upwards. He had to do something otherwise he was just going to be laughed off the stage and that was something that he could not let happen. With another grunt of effort he pushed with all his force but still nothing moved. "Come on...come on...come on..." Kurosanai continued to plead. Suddenly he felt a rush of wind shoot out from around him and energy fill his body like it never had before. Slowly the truck began to rise up in the air. As soon as the truck began to visibly be moving upwards the barrage of food stopped and the crowd fell silent. Then the applause erupted and people cheered loudly as the prodigy of the Muzai now held the truck clear above his head.
"Mozoku! Mozoku! Do you see this?! I lifted it! I lifted the truck in the air!" Kurosanai cheered as he saw the crowd getting behind him. Then with a gingerly touch the prodigy of the Muzai placed the truck down and began to ring his hands above his head and milk the crowd's approval. Mozoku would no doubt never live this story down.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2013 19:36:26 GMT -5
One by one they all stepped up.
The blue haired man lifted it with no trouble. A smile on his face as he worked the crowd.
The tiger boy lifted it, but almost killed the first row in his attempt. Not that she would have minded.
And the tumbler almost didn't make it, though seemed quite over-excited when he did.
With each man overcoming her task, her eyes turned a darker color. From olive green to blood red, though the crowd wouldn't be able to tell the difference. Illusions were handy like that. Nor would they see her hand clenching on her arm, her lips turned into a scowl. The crowd loved it, found the whole thing spectacular. It was good publicity. Was a good performance. But now, instead of entertaining one guest, she'd be entertaining three.
Not like that's a bad thing. Three more for the taking.
She felt him behind her, all iron covered in raven black skin. Without turning, she knew what she'd see. Scars covering him from head to toe, breaking up the black with shades of gray. Nails sharpened and covered in dried blood. Eyes the same red as her own, large red horns curled like a rams, one end missing. Violence. He didn't appear as often as the others, but he was her favorite. Her scowl was replaced with a slow smile, that spark of anger in her eyes turning to a gleam of satisfaction. Three for the taking. Three for the enjoyment.
Three to never return.
As the crowd finished cheering for the men, she stepped up, arms open wide with a graceful flourish.
"What a show, what a show! I must say, each of you far surpassed my expectations. And for that, your reward!" With a twist of her wrist, three tickets appeared in her hand. The crowd oohed at the display of "magic". Really, humans were so easy to fool. She stepped before each one, handing them a ticket.
"Front row seats and backstage passes to my circus. I hope to see you all there."
She stepped back, her carnies following in suit. With one last bow and the crowds roar, a purple-ish smoke seemed to appear, hiding them from view. The crowd cried out, cheering as the illusion over took them, hiding her performers as they left down an alley way away from the street. Only Adrien remained, watching the three men for a few moments longer before leaving herself.
PL si vous plait)
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Post by Conri Lane on Nov 9, 2013 13:15:07 GMT -5
Everyone had taken a turn lifting the truck, though the other two people from the crowd seemed to have a bit more difficulty with it than he had. Not that he would think less of them, he had a different upbringing that required more strength in general, so his body was adjusted for heavy lifting, and he was impressed with how the other two handled it. Although had the kid that went right after him had dropped it, he would have darted forward to catch it, no point in letting innocent people get hurt from a little competition. Although, he supposed that made the whole competition a bit strange as well that all three of them had one tickets and backstage passes, but that was alright.
Taking the gift graciously, he looked it over before placing it into his pocket, he could at the very least check out the show at some point to see what it was like. He had a bit of business to take care of though, so he would need to deal with that first before he went to this carnival, it might be a nice way to relax after it though. Extending his hand towards the other two, he figured that he would show good sportsmanship and shake hands with the others to congratulate them on their own winning of the tickets and passes. They had each passed the trials, so there wasn't any real hard feelings to be had, maybe later down the road he would challenge them to a friendly fight to see how strong they really were.
"Well, looks like the shows over. I'll see you guys later, got some stuff to take care of, next time we meet lets have a spar," he grinned, hoping that they would accept. With that he hopped down from the stage and walked over to his motorcycle before starting it up, he would be heading out of the city now, so the next time they met might be a while from now. Who knew where his life would take him, but not knowing was also part of the fun of living life, then again he was a bit adventurous or maybe a bit nuts. Either way, it made him want to see everything that was unknown regardless of the possible threat that it might be to his own health and safety. (Exit, pl please~)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2013 4:30:08 GMT -5
Toshiro watched the next contestant carefully, he was certain the truck lifting would showcase this man’s power, or prove that he was as normal as he seemed. He let out a light sigh, the poor guy was probably over his head after all. The crowd saw it too and started throwing things at him, hiding under the truck didn’t really help his image either. “Wow, I actually should have done that…” Toshiro realised as Kurosanai began slowly lifting the truck up from under it, then held it above him before placing it down. Well with that kind of surprise, the crowd cheered for him in the end too.
The tiger man’s heart sank though as the competition closed, he really looked the worst out of them three. He couldn’t help but grin when they all won those passes to the circus, it seemed like his efforts weren’t wasted after all. “Good, then I could investigate that ki while enjoying a free show.[/b][/font]” He thought to himself, admitting he had a fun yet still productive day.
Seeing Conri extend a hand to him in good sportsmanship, Toshiro smiled and shook it back. He could tell there was potentially great power from his grip added onto to his show of strength today, he wasn’t certainly not someone he wanted to fight against on bad terms. “Sure thing, that would be nice.” He replied, giving a nod as well.
He then gave a glance to Kurosanai as Conri left, giving a friendly smile. “He was talking to both of us, but I’d like to also extend that offer from me to you when we should meet again. You are certainly strong despite your civilian appearance, then again, I’m not one to talk either haha.” He said with a laugh, hoping he didn’t say something offensive. He took his leave while backing off the awkward situation he might have brought up, then lifted his hand up in the air and gave a wave.
“Seeya!”
OOC: PL please, thank you!
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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Nov 12, 2013 22:50:18 GMT -5
No one really seemed to want to stick around for the pleasantries that came with the win. The beautiful ring leader of the circus with a wave of her hand made tickets appear out of thin air. The crowd oooohed and ahhhed before she hand each one of the contestants a ticket before returning to her own crowd of carnies no doubt to scold the strong man for not being stronger. Meanwhile the flamboyant Saiyan extended an offer to train down the line, something Kurosanai would have to think about because it was forbidden to train outside of the Muzai for the young Prodidy. Before he could answer though or take his hand in congratulations before he took off. Kurosanai personally thought that it was a bit rude to do so but could not really do anything about it at this point as he had clearly just left. Meanwhile the tiger man did the same thing saying that he would be open to sparring but before he could respond he too took off into the distance flying away. Something Kurosanai had never tried before though envied the two of them for. He sighed and then dropped down of the stage as the crowd began to disperse.
They no longer seemed to have any curiosity in the prodigy of the Muzai despite his remarkable feat of strength. Apparently his fifteen seconds of fame were up and unfortunately Kurosanai was not able to truly enjoy it as he had to deal with almost dropping a truck on those very people that cheered him shortly after throwing various items of food at him unceremoniously.
“You idiot!” Mozoku yelled as he stormed up to Kurosanai. “You realize what kind of stupidity you just did? What would your parents do or old man Sarutobi if they found out you were part of this little farce?” Each of his words were laced with a bit of anger and frustration. He had been tasked with keeping Kurosanai in line when they went out in public which was a harder task then it sounded.
“Will you calm down already? I am fine. Everyone is fine. And I had a little fun albeit it being not exactly the most coordinated fun I have ever come up with.” Kurosanai laughed as he walked forward past Mozoku. “Besides my parents aren’t going to find out and neither is old man Sarutobi. Do you want to know why? Because then it will come out that you were not able to stop me from running around and doing as I please. And I know you really don’t want the uppers thinking that you are unable to perform a simple task.” Kurosanai stated as he shot his cousin a devious look over his shoulder. Most of the time he was normally a naïve young man but he did have a cunning and devious streak in him. Mozoku was clearly frustrated by him as he let out a grunt.
“Just get your ass in gear and let’s get home!” Mozoku said as he stormed past the prodigy of the Muzai.
“Can we stop to get corn dogs?” Kurosanai asked.
“No.”
“What about some cotton candy?” Kurosanai asked as he caught up to Mozoku.
“No!”
(PL please)
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Post by graderr on Nov 17, 2013 11:59:39 GMT -5
Adrien La'Moore - 1857 pl Conri Lane - 1954 pl Seiko - Awaiting decision... Kurosani Muzai - 2691 pl Toshiro Rei - 1652 pl Tenshi - Awaiting decision...
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Post by Tenshi on May 20, 2014 21:41:52 GMT -5
PL please
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