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| Abraham | Jan 5 2016, 10:25 PM Post #11 |
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Abel wasn't exactly subtle with his general movements upon leaving the dojo, as soon after a loud boom was heard. Abraham would stare at Bel for a few seconds before taking a seat on the floor with his legs criss-crossed, placing his hands on his own knees. Still fulfilling the roll as the smaller and 'younger' brother in the pair, he put on a youthful smile before putting his little sheet hood down. Lying out of his teeth wasn't exactly a specialty, however so far he was doing well enough to act as though "I was born in the snowy regions to the far north suffering from a genetic incompatibility roughly..." Abraham had to think for a moment, either considering how old he actually looked or simply the age difference between he and Abel on a physical level. "Sixteen years ago or so... I was born into a wealthy family of scientists and engineers..." "It took about, six years after I was born for the incompatibilities to take hold? Afterwards I began to experience abnormal scarring, seizures, heart palpitations... Bleeding from strange places. It took my family a bit to figure out that my blood was actually turning a black of sorts. Afterwards they spent the following days building machines and attempting to diagnose what was wrong, then my Big brother came along." Abraham would rub his eyes slightly before speaking once more, viewing Abel's little transgressions at various creamery locations and convenient stores over a period of four minutes or so. "Even my eyes changed colors." "When big brother Abel came to our household he wasn't very happy, or even remotely so when Dad found him barging in. I was upstairs at the time and dad was asking what and who he was, I don't think he knew Abel existed. It would explain where mom was. Abel wasn't happy and tore the place up pretty bad before finding me on life support. I can't really remember what he said but it was something like 'I am your brother and a superior'... I forget the rest. I was 7." It was probably better that Abel wasn't here to fill in the blanks as to what happened and what he said, namely because they wouldn't be trained if he didn't get the chocolate, but more so that the truth as to what happened was clouded by an apparent 16 year old's foggy memory. "When big brother got me out of there he managed to grab enough clothes... Shortly after leaving I started to feel a whole lot better! He took me back to where he was living and being trained. I think he was a soldier... After we left there I was 10 and we started to wander a lot. Then we got here." He was leaving out about nine years of information out, probably less important stuff. It had been at least eight minutes and Abel was still nowhere to be seen. "...Best chocolate in the entire city then? What kind is it? I like candy..." His attention span was likely waning from the subject, as he suddenly went on to candy right after. Abel was beginning to have trouble searching around the city, he had visited at least eight places so far and it was beginning to aggravate the simplified mind Abel actually had without Abraham's assistance. But still, Abraham saw through Abel's eyes... WC: 565 TWC: 1693 |
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| Bel Zephyra | Jan 5 2016, 10:55 PM Post #12 |
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The kai queen sat with her legs straight forward and crossed. She leaned back, set hands behind her, and balance her posture with the palms of her hands. Once she got comfortable, she listened to Abraham explain his story. Abruptly, older brother exited the dojo in search of the chocolate she craved. She predicted he'd take awhile. Abraham's story began with tragedy already. His life, even at such a young again, had hardships that no child should undergo. As a mother, her heart reached out for him because she'd give her life to protect her family without second thought. She'd never want them to suffer through pain. He went into the details on how he lived on life support and his old brother. She sighed in sadness at another sad story brought into her dojo. The teen barely remembered his past and struggled to tell his story in full detail. The blanks weren't filled, but they did not need to be for her to conclude that his life had been awful. Since she became a master, she trained a dozen students and each with a story to tell. The historical recounts of the lives' she listened to consisted of abandonment, a solitary life, and death. She witnessed on a daily basis how many orphans applied to be part of the Final Heaven programs and though they were given the best care provided by the General, as a request from her, they trained long hours. She counseled them and often discovered how helpless she felt at times. She couldn't ease their sorrow or erase the memories that haunted them of their pasts. Nevertheless, Abraham's story had a positive note to it which involved his older brother ABel. He had someone to rely on whereas most of the cadets at the academy had no one other than her and the superior officers of Final Heaven. ![]() Final Heaven prided itself on its open arms policy to individuals in need of a place to stay, but of course they had to pledge their loyalty to the cause of peace and the pursuit of happiness. Her facial expression softened as she gazed at her future student she wouldn't turn down even if the chocolate failed her taste standards. "I want you to know that you are welcomed here. You and your brother have a place to stay, to feel safe. Final Heaven was a place created to be a safe haven to those in search of one," she replied. WC: 434 TWC: 1,517 |
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| Abraham | Jan 5 2016, 11:40 PM Post #13 |
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Abraham would pause for a minute to take in the kind words of the Dojo's master with a smile on his face. "Oh, cool! Abel will be happy to hear that. His mood about the... Something something zeni worth of chocolate he likely bought is going to be better! Maybe he got his wings out..." The last part of course was muttered in silence, however Abraham would give a slight grin exposing his estranged teeth, while straight and otherwise lined up correctly, the right number in comparison to a human, the canines were abnormally sharp in comparison. He did say he had a genetic problem, that could explain his eyes and hair color. As well as those teeth... From the way Abraham was dressed, his actions and otherwise childish nature, it would've been easy to determine he lacked any form of formal education from another person's perspective. From the bits and pieces that were left out, the fact that Abel was barging in and taking his brother directly off life support. Whatever pieces Abraham was leaving out to ensure his little position was being held, it could be assumed that Abraham was likely not related to the 'family' he had. Just some stolen baby held in a rich place to study him for his own genetic positioning. What was worse was the possible fate that Abel had left the so called family on. Things to discuss with the older half of the pair later on, if ever. Probably a touchy subject for him. "Wait a minute..." Abraham muttered, his pupils began to dilate again for a few seconds before returning to the ordinary state of those glowing green cat eyes. On cue roughly moments later Abel was outside the door of the dojo, having trouble opening with his hands full with two bags filled with various items. One of them had A tent, some rations, a hot plate, a few cans of an assortment food, probably a few cans of peaches. Something that was easy to use when camping, whereas the other bag was filled with a various assortment of candy. It took a few moments to figure out to actually push the door open rather than just try and bump into it at random and expect it to be automatic. When entering the general proximity of Bel and Abraham a small flicker in Abel's eyes occurred, as did Abraham's, both of theirs glowed and began to sharpen slightly. Placing the bag down on the ground, Abel would sit down with the other two with a blank expression on his face. Everything in the bag on the right were things that someone would get if they were going on a trip or something in the woods, that or general supplies someone with a short background living would get. Abel would hand Abraham a can of what was clearly 'apple bits', before pushing the plastic bag over to Bel. "Abe I got us some stuff for the week, Master Bel there was an accumulated fifteen places in the general vicinity of the city that claimed to have the best 'chocolate'. I acquired a sample from each as well as a classic candy bar from a convenient store... Why does it smell like sad here?" Abel and Abraham's differences varied from a not so mature child in Abraham to something that was organized and almost like a human soldier in the other, however they shared the appearance and the 'muttering' of jumbled up words. WC: 581 TWC: 2284 |
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| Gatz | Jan 5 2016, 11:56 PM Post #14 |
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Wearing a black trench coat, a matching black dress shirt and pants, the General of Final Heaven had a vigilante gaze on the surviellance cameras he had in his office. A freak couldn't so much as piss in his base without him knowing about it. He had cameras everywhere, but more importantly in the dojo where his prized possession was.![]() The beast rose from his desk chair to an impressive six feet, appearing bigger because of his bulk. His golden arm band fit tightly around his bulging bicep, revealing his high ranking. He didn't like the sight of two freaks, sniffing around his Secretary of Defense. Making it a priority to investigate, he exited his office. The dojo was a mile north from the Final Heaven Headquarters. His hawk vision zeroed in on the big freak returning from his quest to get the terror's girl chocolate, suspecting it was her doing. He spotted the bigger one return with bags full of trash. Finding it suspicious and feeling the urge to protect what was his, he trotted towards to the dojo like a lion scouting his turf and followed in to check on her. wc: 195 Edited by Gatz, Jan 6 2016, 12:01 AM.
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| Bel Zephyra | Jan 6 2016, 05:57 AM Post #15 |
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Abel and Abraham were strange. They were unlike any human, saiyan, kai, or alien she encountered in the past. She sensed an oddity in their auras which made it troublesome to detect their morality. Nevertheless, her vision told her that the two were honest. "I cannot wait," she said delighted at the anticipation of her favorite snack. As if on cue, his santa claus pf a brother brother returned with sacks full of candy and supplies. Her pupils shrunk when Abel expressed that he couldn't choose due to the fifteen stores nifty advertisements. They each promised to have the best chocolate in the city. She witnessed Abraham's eyes flicker green, but the chocolate distracted her. "Wowie," she appreciated. In awe, she marveled at the many pieces of chocolate she had to try. The instant heat or gratification caused her to unbutton her military jacket. A coolness in the air bushed against her flat, bare abdomen. It relaxed her a moment before she thanked the taller man. ![]() "I, uh, yes thank you. This is excellent work. You have exceeded my expectations. You and your brother will be admitted into my dojo. I shall train you. I told your brother that both of you are welcomed to stay here. We provide food, water, clothes, and shelter," she kept her end of the bargain. While she pried through the chocolate, she wasn't aware that her General took an initiative to spy on her and that he drew nearer. WC: 244 TWC: 1,716 Edited by Bel Zephyra, Jan 6 2016, 06:03 AM.
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| Abraham | Jan 6 2016, 01:51 PM Post #16 |
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Abraham likely heard little of the words that Bel had actually said aside from the last ones, catching a few words here and there before hopping up after the last bit about 'You will be admitted to the dojo'. A proper response would be really however the way Abraham had been acting he actually just hopped up from his sitting position and began to run around Abel frantically before being picked up by the head and placed down right beside Abel, by Abel. It took a few moments of thinking before Abel would shake his head and sigh before speaking once more "Thank you, Ma'am." Still unaware of the spying himself, Abraham would will Abel to bow respectfully before standing up straight. Abraham was still being... Well, him. Humming some tune to what could only be presumed to be a show of sorts. "Thank you for agreeing to train us, Abraham however is getting a bit giddy about it..." Abel would lift up the bag of trash that was his own trash, the camping equipment and such all in a large black duffle bag. ""Abel, we don't have to leave though, we can stay here for a bit!... Did you get the food for the week too?" Abraham's tugging on his 'older brother's' arm was suddenly stopped, there wasn't anything happening. The sudden blank feeling in his head stopped Abraham from moving around all giddy again. His eyes would flicker before returning to an ordinary state again. Deciding to sit back down on the ground. "So you're going to train us from now on? Cool!" Abraham tried to focus, or at least pretend to try and focus on the situation at hand. Both Abel and Abraham of course, still oblivious to what was actually going on. WC: 296 TWC: 2580 |
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| Gatz | Jan 6 2016, 02:16 PM Post #17 |
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A fat cadet named Whaler reached into his uniform, pulling out a hidden dark chocolate candy bar. He walked to Mrs. Gatz’s dojo to avoid the General of Psychopath catching him and making him run more laps, fearing the worst. Whaler bumped into a solid object before finding his secret hideaway where he had a secret stash of his favorite candy. He had the worst luck. Looking at the person’s feet, his eyes traveled up the man’s body, turning blue in the face when he found out who it was. ![]() The General snarled when something feeling like the Pillsbury do bumped into him. His hollow glare stared down at the fat freak who ran him, noticing the chocolate bar in his hand. “The fuck is this rollie pollie? Dark Chocolate? I thought I told your ass not to eat this garbage.” The android terror had severe consequences for stupid cadets disobeying his orders, but he got an idea upon seeing the dark chocolate. The fat kid got lucky he had something useful. “Give me that!” he snatched large chocolate, tucking it away in his trench coat. “Go run. Don’t stop. You stop. I use you as a trampoline.” he threatened. “Consider this your last warning.” He said, ignoring the freak afterwards to tend to more important business. “Y-yes sir!” Whaler groaned, jogging slowly. Gatz entered the dojo. The android terror leaned against a wall, creeping closer to the threshold of the entrance that led into the dojo room to listen in on the conversation. ![]() He grit his teeth together, finding it almost impossible to stop himself from unleashing hell on the two freaks in the room. He didn’t get jealous, assuming the urge of ripping faces for getting too close to his girl as natural. He pried himself from the wall, adjusted his collar, ran a hand through his spiked hair, checked his breath, and rolled his shoulders to calm his temper. ![]() “Her favorite is dark chocolate.” His cool dark tone said because it was common knowledge, priding himself on being the best in everything, including pleasing and spoiling his girl. Bel could wreck the two single handedly, but he didn’t operate that way. He took no chances. The terror glared at the two grown dudes hanging around his small girl, feeling a primal urge to destroy them both to protect what was his and to show off his power to her too. He masked his protective intention for his visit from Bel by making it business related instead. Turning it into a Final Heaven operation, he gave her a compliment to keep her distracted. “I read the reports you left on my desk. Excellent work Secretary.” He reached into his leather coat, handing her the dark chocolate bar the greasy finger freak was going to eat, smirking at how small it made her hands look.He handed it to her. Upon handing it to her, he stepped behind her during her distraction, tossing her hair to the side to reveal a red mark on her neck that he bit into her permanently the first time he took her. He marked his territory for the trash around to see who she belonged to as a warning not to get close or they'd die. He sadistic smirk spread at them both before Bel could see it. Getting serious, he walked around her. ![]() “Who are these two freaks?” he asked, shifting his menacing glare to the two in the room. He stepped in front of Bel, blocking her view and stepping face to face with the taller of the two. wc: 620 twc: 813 Edited by Gatz, Jan 6 2016, 02:16 PM.
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| Bel Zephyra | Jan 6 2016, 02:34 PM Post #18 |
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"Yes because I am cool," she laughed in response to Abraham's response. "Hehe, I like your excitement. You and your brother will kick butt after you are done training with me! She performed an elegant spin and pumped the palm of her fist to pump them up for her training.![]() The fiasco had her blush at the unexpected intrusion. Her body stiffened when she heard a husky tone talk about her favorite chocolate. "General? What are you doing here?" Her voice hummed pleasantly surprised at the guest. Respectfully, she saluted him to greet him properly as a Final Heaven soldier would. He visited her at lunch time, but there were two hours before it. "Since when does he read reports?" She thought when he complimented her on the reports she filed before she came to the dojo. He handed her a large chocolate candy bar that caused her eyes to light up like a kid on Christmas Day. When he handed her the chocolate bar, she grasped it with her small hands. Its large size made her hands appear smaller than usual. "Did he get jealous?" The way her husband acted around her caused her to raise an eyebrow. "Thank you for the chocolate general," she thanked him. He flicked her hair to the side where he left a beauty mark behind. Since she had grown used to his behavior, she smiled to do the opposite of what he probably did. He had a tendency to get jealous and over protective. His aggression tended to frighten away her students. "Oy! General I cannot see!" She hopped up and down when he stepped in front of her as he normally would when he His shoulders blocked her from the conversation. The Final Heaven Master slipped around her husband to step in between the three gentlemen. She smiled proudly when he asked who the men were. ![]() "These are my newest students Abel and Abraham," she introduced them. "Abel and Abraham this is General Gatz of Final Heaven," she exchanged to help them get acquainted. WC: 359 TWC: 2,074 Edited by Bel Zephyra, Jan 6 2016, 02:35 PM.
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| Abraham | Jan 6 2016, 11:23 PM Post #19 |
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The lack of energy and silence coming, as well as the menacing glare firing out of the other man's eyes was enough to actually make Abraham hide behind his 'older brother'. What was alive and yet didn't have a signature of power? "Freaks?" Abraham would mutter. There was some truth behind that name, the genetic anomalies that clearly separated them from the human species, their obvious eyes which resembled that of a cat's if they themselves were heavily irradiated with Ki energy, their hair. But still, the two looked and appeared as though they were siblings... Mutant siblings, but siblings nonetheless. Honestly Abraham wasn't really bothered by the word, it just seemed fitting for a kid to be afraid of something that was giving a glare of death. So, Abel stood there. Blankly staring before turning slightly to pull Abraham back out into sight. It was rude to hide after all, even then Abraham didn't do a good job at it. As for Abel, he just stood there, awaiting to be spoken to rather than speaking out of turn. Abraham was after all puppeteering Abel to be the respectful older brother, interrupting General Gatz and... Secretary/Dojo master Bel? seemed like it would be a bad thing to do right about now. So, he remained silent. "Abel, say something..." was muttered by the shorter of the pair. Abraham was taking in the surroundings, the subtle hints at a relationship between Master Bel and the General were clear as day. Like in the animal kingdom animals mark their territory in a variety of ways, humans or whatever the blank feeling that followed and hid whatever form of power in Gatz was, did it in of course one of the more common ways, granted, clearly more violent ways. Seeing through Abel's perspective was making it easier to notice, from the pigmentation of the small mark on the neck to the sadistic smirk on the Gat'z face, all the signs were there clear as day. "It is nice to meet you, Sir." The respectful greeting was almost like something had drilled a soldier's code into Abel's head. Always referring to someone he had recently met as 'sir' and or 'ma'am'. For the most part Abel didn't look the part of a soldier, more so a vigilante or a Biker of sorts with his current attire, that full body suit and leather shoulder pads of course pointing that out. After all, Abraham controlling Abel like a puppet left little room as to how he should react to the General, a formal greeting, a nice one, or simply something like 'Hi' out of the blue. Although, that hi would've been more Abraham's style. WC: 448 TWC: 3028 Edited by Abraham, Jan 6 2016, 11:24 PM.
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| Gatz | Jan 7 2016, 09:39 AM Post #20 |
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He flexed his muscles at her words, referring to him as the General. He was that damn good. It sounded perfect, looking smug when she said it too. The bigger of the two freaks spoke up, using the title sir. The terror caught on to him being part of some kind of military faction. Keeping it mind, he got down to business as to why he was there and what rules the two of them had to follow to keep breathing. "I told my Secretary that I came here on a official business." he said sounding professional in front of Bel. "Bel's the best master around. She's tougher than she looks and you won't find anybody better. I can fucking guarantee that. If you can't handle the best, go find Hercule's bitch dojo and train with weaklings." he mocked, remembering several of the dojos he wrecked havoc in, taking out their fighters. They were stupid in challenging the greatest android terror. Upon finishing his summary on Bel's abilities, he got to the point. "My point is. I got cameras all over this bitch. You got the opportunity to become a step above useless and I got one law. One law that'll keep you existing in this world." he emphasized this world. His glare darkened at the law of the land in Final Heaven that everyone knew. He had memos written to anybody who stepped foot in his base. ![]() " Don't touch, look, or even think about her." he lowered his tone, feeling the heat of his temper rise. His stone cold glare, looking sadistic at the many snapped necks and ripped faces he had done in the past for freaks breaking his one law. "Because you wont live to regret it." he finished giving his warning and got to another point, noticing the smaller of the two hide like a chicken wuss. The two weren't human. Their green looking eyes were dead giveaways. Having seen a ton of crazy shit in his life, he wouldn't let them leave without finding out what the hell they were. He noticed it as soon as he saw the two standing in front of is wife. ![]() "What military were you from?"" he interrogated Abel, remembering the title sir be used earlier, thinking he might be part of a conspiracy or mercenary from the RRA or BBA. "You some kind of bio warrior freak? " he got more intrusive in his line of questioning. wc: 434 twc: 1,252 Edited by Gatz, Jan 7 2016, 10:11 AM.
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