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| A Pale Moonlight Walk; [Private; Training Gatz and Mist] | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 14 2016, 04:25 AM (412 Views) | |
| Mist | Jul 14 2016, 04:25 AM Post #1 |
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Far from the wastelands, a city resided - separated from the normal pace of the world known by a particular individual. Stepping through the busy, pedestrian filled streets; The cloaked stranger did his very best to remain as nondescript as possible. The hustle and bustle of this city was a bit overwhelming, especially if this was your first time seeing anything of it's like. Soft tones were muttered under hushed breath. The man seemed to be mumbling to himself, which potentially furthered his disguise as a 'destitute traveler'. However, in reality the young man beneath the shrouded cowl was relating his concern and wonder to the one person he was always connected to. The good Doctor. This is all so...Loud. Well of course, It's what's known as a City. A place where hundreds of thousands of individuals gather together and seek shelter within the confines of an abundance of stone buildings and concrete towers. A Marvel is what I believe its referred to as... I...see.... The truth was, he didn't quite understand. The accelerated growth of his form had not allowed his brain - while activated at a higher cognitive function than the other experiments - was still very much in a discovery phase. Much like a child growing up, all of Mirage's learning was done through physical experience. To compensate for the accelerated growth, Mistroma had designed his creation to evolve in the field as he encountered new life experiences; Much like it's core structure, The 'Plauge', Mirage was built to adapt and overcome without pause. A self-surviving evolving creature...the endless possibilities... Don't think about it too much. From what I'm to understand from my research, there seems to be a group of individuals in this city that train in combat styles, martial arts and other forms of combat. I believe it prevalent for your growth to encounter one of these individuals and see what they'll be willing to teach you...be respectful, hide all intentions and just come off as any normal Martial Artist. Yes Sir With that, the muttering ceased and Mirage found himself looking around him - for the first time truly experiencing the city. The sights were indeed outstanding! Beautiful flashes from Neon, the sounds of the city moving with a heartbeat. The difference between solitude and social exposure was intense. It didn't take long before it became a bit overwhelming and the blue skinned creature shuffled his way through the crowd in an attempt to find himself a place to escape. Entering a back-alley, Mirage leapt to a rooftop of some derelict building. Taking deep breaths, he attempted to still his heart and merge his consciousness with the thrum of the city below. He had to adapt, to be able to handle a situation such as this should be nothing more than childs-play, as so many of the Earthlings below were capable of such without issue. The breaths became more steady, a bit more calm as the vibrations of all the different types of energy below finally began to subside. WC: 500 |
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| Gatz | Jul 14 2016, 09:29 PM Post #2 |
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"Leave the bottle freak or I'll snap your neck." the monotonic tone growled his displeasure with the bartender, causing the human wuss to scurry away to other customers. The bar he went to was primarily empty, being that it was 12 at night. His city lived 24/7, giving no restrictions because he gave no fucks about the humans who inhabited it. He had border patrols around his city, making sure only the lesser trash were allowed in. Being away from Final Heaven, he came alone to a local bar, leaving behind his family for the night. Needing the alone time after watching his girl go to sleep, he had images of her sleeping frame in his mind and the fucks that were after his prized possession. They took her from him. They took his sanity and the world with it. The Red Ribbon Army's soldier hadn't given into the torture yet, needing information as to why the hell the Black Bow Army were after him. It had something to do with the Greatest Android Terror's wife. Having beaten the prisoner of war he had back at the base to within an inch of his life, the terror came to clear his mind, trying find a better way to rip the thoughts of the RRA soldier's mind. "I should rip his brain out and ask Emmie to program it." he scoffed at the mental thought of tearing his bare hand into the man's skull to rip out his brain. ![]() His yellow armband showed his alpha status, wearing a black sleeveless hoodie with black pants. The hooded jacket had the lettering HEAVEN on it. The android terror sat upon a stool, taking a swig from his Hennessey bottle. The warm contents poured down his throat, creating a warm feeling. He didn't get drunk. Alcohol made him think sharper, calmed him, and kept him from indulging into his violent tendencies. He always had violent thoughts going through his head, picturing how many ways he could kill the human garbage in the bar with him. Lowering the bottle, his bare arms flexed with little movement. ![]() He sat at the local bar in the empire he built and ruled. The freaks around him were unaware of the power he had to destroy them all with a single look. He owned everything they took for granted, having used the money he smartly gambled throughout his career. Humans were stupid too. Being designed for war, anybody who came across him assumed he had no intelligence, but the truth was he knew how to work the system and he was an expert terrorize specialist. ![]() He placed the bottle down to rest his forearms on the bar table, planning for his next attack on the Black Bow Army. wc: 476 |
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| Mist | Jul 17 2016, 12:19 AM Post #3 |
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The world around him now moved at a hushed pace. His mind; Sharp. His thoughts; Focused. The incredible adaptability of his body never ceased to amaze him. Mirage opened his feral gold eyes and willed his horns to retract. The metamorphosis a way for him to blend into the city a bit more, draw less attention. As the black protrusions shrunk inward, his white spiked mane relaxing becoming more of a shaggy look. The world around him sped back up into normal pace; He was prepared. Leaping down from the roof of the building he'd retreated to, Mirage found himself swinging from the balcony and landing on the ground below in a slow - controlled freefall. His leg stretching outward as he knelt low, like a cat. Knuckles pressed against the concrete as the predatory three-point stance gave the creation a unique point of view. Fluxuations; Lives. So much movement, so many people in one place. This is intense; Keep calm. Relax into your mode and find your way...Follow your instincts Standing upright, he pulled the cloak closer around him, his pace quickening as he blended in with the moving wave of bodies. His mind focused, the man of sapphire skin moved with purpose. His goal? Unknown. At this point he was - as the good doctor put it, - 'going with his gut'. His legs pushed him through the scattered mess of people with grace as the hyper-focused state he was currently in became fully aware of his surroundings; Dodging and weaving through pedestrians with little to no issue. Left hand moving out swiftly in a snapping fashion as the adaptation pushed forth more instinct - Money; A necessary requirement. It was only moments before he snapped into another direction and found himself entering a building. The roar of the crowd subsiding as the door closed silently behind him. Feral gold gems gazing around examining the location his 'gut' had pushed him. Curious; Bottles on the wall, a large table curving around the collection of glass. A man standing behind it, tables and booths surrounding the exterior of the inner serving area. A single man sitting alone at the bar. Interesting. What? He took a mental note of the man before finding a seat at the bar. His cloak still obscuring most of his features, save the curious glance at his skin-color. The light shade of blue a bit different than the rest of the people around him. His adaptation only serving so far. The employee approaching him with a stern gaze. One that almost screamed "Leave. Now." But alas, his debt to servitude exposed itself as he asked the inevitable; "What're you drinking?" Mirage found himself at a pause. He had no idea what he was having or even what it was he was supposed to say. Simply, gazing over at the man sitting alone; He nodded and expressed a simple dismissal; "What he's having." The Barkeep looked at him strangely but ignored the order and walked off to grab the new customer a drink. The silence hung thick in the air like a cloud of smoke. An awkwardness of being alone in a room with just two people he'd never met before. The Professor had wanted him to gain some new experiences; Now it was just hope that he looked enough the part to truly integrate with the city. His words had made it seem as if he'd be there for a time. WC: 571 TWC: 1,071 Edited by Mist, Jul 17 2016, 12:19 AM.
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| Gatz | Jul 17 2016, 01:03 PM Post #4 |
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He reached into his pocket, pulling out his smart phone. His thumb traced over the image of his wife, taking in her beauty. It couldn't be captured with a photograph, lacking the pixels and advancements to do so. Flicking his thumb, he went into the contents of his smart phone. He ignored his surroundings, paying no attention to a small, blue freak that strolled into bar and sat next to him. His phone had some blue prints of the Black Bow Army bases he planned on attacking. Looking down at his phone, he took a swig of his bottle, setting it on the table. The attack strategies he had were set up mentally, using his finger to map out the strategies and save them for later use. During his private session, someone got his attention. He heard someone say something about getting a drink like his. He shifted his crimson glare at the cloaked figure he hadn't noticed walked in. Smirking at his size, the android terror mocked him. ![]() "This is a beast's drink. Can you even handle one shot?" he took a second swig, rubbing it in the cloaked wuss' face. His demonic pupils zeroed in on the stranger's skin, noticing the different shade of color. It wasn't green like a Namek's skin, ruling out that he was a Namek. He'd seen a ton of weird shit in his day. Nothing new. "Your skin's blue. Might want to get that checked." he commented, insulting the creature further. The side the freak sat on showed him the half shaved head the terror received during one of his last battles on Planet Vegeta, being a permanent injury to his hair, but serving the purpose of making him look more psychotic than ever before. He didn't fool the android terror like the piece of trash standing behind the bar table. Humans were as oblivious as they were stupid. wc: 338 twc: 814 |
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| Mist | Jul 19 2016, 03:05 AM Post #5 |
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The scoffing return from the other at the bar caused him to pause. He wasn't attempting to cause any issues, so it was curious that one would simply make a jab at them without much reason. A beast's drink? What did he mean by that? Feral eyes stayed focused towards nothing as he kept his attention forward and his appearance as hidden as he could. The call out of his skin-tone caused a soft curse in his mind. Even with all of his adaptation, there was still no way to fully blend in with his...unique physiology. Right as he was going to open his mouth in protest, the bartender returned with his drink in a tiny, minuscule glass. Curious, the blue hand reached out to grasp hold of such a peculiar sized drink. Shrugging, the creature knocked back the liquid before coughing hard the next moment. The burn passed through his throat with the fury of a stampede. Its intense flavor a shock to the young creation. Coughing erupted without abandon as the heaving of his chest coupled with the intensity of the liquor caused a sporadic fit. Still, he brought his composure back - regardless of any reaction garnered from the other - and ordered another with a raspy voice. The bartender, raising an eyebrow, acquiesced and went off to grab another. Turning to the slightly balding man, the six foot tall creature nodded and expressed his appreciation for the warning. "You're not wrong...that was *Cough* intense.." Taking the opportunity, he realized the man was sitting alone and was probably doing the best he could to not be bothered. Yet, he had probably not anticipated anyone actually interrupting his solitude by walking into his side of town. Smiling as kind as he could, the blue creature brought down his hood and revealed his face. Blue skin and feral golds the only evidence of a strangeness in his racial nature as his horns had been retracted a bit ago. His voice a soft baritone as he revealed himself to the other patron.. "I'm Mirage; Pleasure to meet you Mr...?" WC: 346 TWC: 1,417 Edited by Mist, Jul 19 2016, 07:19 PM.
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| Gatz | Jul 20 2016, 09:20 PM Post #6 |
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The terror took another swig, watching the blue handed freak reach out for a drink. He snapped his head back and moments later coughed up his liquor, feeling the burn go down his esophagus. The blue freak couldn't handle the beast's drink, proving the android terror right. "Weak." the terror mocked. "You need more liquor training." he trolled further, having given the small dude warning that the drink would burn his insides whole. He scoffed cockily, downing the rest of his bottle, and placing it on the desk. He tapped the bar table, expecting the bar tender to tend to him with another bottle. During the waiting, the freak asked him for his name, introducing himself as Mirage. The name sounded familiar even during the buzz he had. ![]() "Stupid name. Shouldn't your ass be at a desert bothering stranglers?" he grabbed the bottle the bar tender placed on the table, corking the screw open with his bar hand. He took another swig of 2nd bottle. His glare looked straight into the mirror behind the display bottles.Mirage asked for his name. He didn't give the wuss the pleasure of knowing that he was sitting next to the greatest android terror. His shirt had the letters "General G" written on the shoulder portion, giving Mirage an idea of what to call the beast incarnate. wc: 237 twc: 1,051 |
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| Mist | Jul 23 2016, 01:44 PM Post #7 |
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The insult over his name was met with no response. There were far more important things to do than fling insults at one another, and beyond that small fact...Mirage didn't know anything smart to say in response. Nodding in jest, he played along with the comments in the hopes of furthering this conversation and potentially learning more about this strange individual. "Normally you wouldn't be wrong, but what can I say? Even the Desert gets too hot sometimes..." As he finished, the Bartender returned with his drink, once more eying the individual cautiously before placing the glass down and walking in the opposite direction. This time when the blue creature swung back the liquid the coughs didn't come. His adaptation taking on the aspects necessary to stomach such a vile yet refreshing drink. His eyes shut tightly in a wince as his head snapped from side to side before finally relaxing back in position. A long exhalation of relief followed by the clink of the glass on wood. The creature was getting used to everything at an exponential rate. Now, feeling slightly inebriated - another adaptation already working to counteract the feeling - the creature turned and thoroughly studied the strange man with the interesting haircut. His dark adornments a strange appearance considering the common place clothing found around the city. Yet it was the large emblazoned emblem with the words "General G" sewn in that expressed who this man was. The symbol on his arm, a common vision around these parts. More and more examining and yet...the one thing Mirage couldn't do was Feel. He couldn't FEEL the man before him and that was the strangest of all the observations thus far. Normally, humans on this planet released an energy field that one of his design could pick up on. This as not the case with the strange man infront of him....there were many reasons for this; Adaptations not finalizing to compensate in a new environment, Solar fluxuations causing an interference with the normal magnetic flow...or... "my apologies if I have bothered you. That was not my intent. Its clear to me that you've gone through some of your own trauma..."he nodded to the mans head. "I will not bother you with anymore inane questions sir." WC: 375 TWC: 1,792 |
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| Gatz | Jul 24 2016, 09:23 AM Post #8 |
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"What trauma?" he took a loose swig of his bottle. He didn't get the feels, keeping a sinister expression as he said it too. The freak next to him was walking on a thin line, starting to annoy the killer beast. His bicep bulged at the question. He masked his feelings for his girl well, knowing his enemies would exploit any weaknesses. He didn't see her as a weakness, considering her the reason he had an empire. The fuck next to him had no damn clue. "Only weaklings have trauma." he said, smirking coolly at his answer. Everything was fine on his end."How the hell did you get in? I have a strict policy in letting in freaks. I thought my border patrols would spot a blue skinned alien walking around. Looks like Ill have to fire some fucks after I'm done here." he fists tightened. What he meant by firing he meant snapping necks, crushing the life out of them for being stupid. He was impossible to please and anybody he thought as useless were terminated and tossed out with the rest of the trash. wc: 189 twc: 1,248 Edited by Gatz, Jul 24 2016, 09:26 AM.
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| Mist | Jul 27 2016, 10:49 AM Post #9 |
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The reference to trauma was mostly due to the scar tissue building around the lack of hair on his head. He didn't mean actual mental trauma, nor did he understand why what he had said caused such a volatile response. There was still so much to learn about the creatures of this planet and their mannerisms. Swigging back another shot of the strangely potent liquor, the blue tinted being began to feel a bit woozy. His inebriation an unknown - but not entirely unwelcome - side effect of the "Beasts Drink". As he was relaxing into his own thoughts following his declaration to leave the other alone, he found himself under verbal assault once more. Insults flung like the dung of a thousand angry citizens, Mirage merely listened to the key points and responded in turn. "As for all things in this world that have learned to survive; I adapted a form that would be...less noticeable to your border guard. Simply; When you look destitute and in need of assistance, that's when most turn their head in ignorance." He of course was referring to his almost hobo like design in outfits. There was some important information to be gained from just the General's sentence and rank. His words uttered a power over the city that was not to be ignored. His policy? His border patrols? So it was him. This was the leader of the strange city in the middle of nothing. More and more curious than anticipated. Still, at this point it wasn't certain if his mere presence insulted the man or if he had done so with his words. "I'm just looking for someplace to belong. That's not normal for me...to belong I mean! Its simply...I saw the amount of people living here and was hoping to find...well...anyone really." His words spoke of his own tragedy and loneliness. Memories that were and were not his own flowed through his mind as more and more he relaxed into the drink. WC: 328 TWC: 2,120 |
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| Gatz | Jul 27 2016, 11:37 PM Post #10 |
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"My guards are blind. Stupid humans. They can't do anything right." he criticized he lack of attention to detail his trained cadets had. His border patrol men missed a blue alien in a panhandler outfit. Taking another swig of his drink, he swirled the contents in his mouth, exhaling out once he swallowed. His teeth grit together, allowing the warmness to take effect. A slight buzz in his mind relaxed his urge for violence. He had an urge to terrorize. The buzz kill happened when the wuss talked about feelings, mentioning how he searched for a place in the world to fit. Being that he spoke to the heartless, ruthless monster who was locked in a cage by villagers as a kid until he slaughtered them all once old enough, it went straight over his head. He had no remorse or pity, lacking such feeling since the day he came into the world. He gave no fucks about his parents either, thinking they were weak to leave him behind. They had no purpose in his life. Until he met Bel, he was a loner, relying on no one. He spent no more time thinking of his past. "Why the hell do you care about fitting in? You won't belong anywhere looking like you do." he crushed he wuss' dreams because he got a sick, pleasurable sensation from ruining people's lives. Taking another gulp, he placed the bottle on the table. He treated everyone the same, seeing them the same. They were either useful or useless. "The way I see it. You're either useful or useless. If you're useless, I'll remove you from this over populated Earth and do it a favor by exterminating you," he commented graphically. "But if you're useful, that gives you some value and keeps me from killing you right here for bothering me." he stated bluntly. wc: 334 twc: 1,582 |
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