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[b]Location:[/b] Earth | [b]Power Level:[/b] 800
[b]Activity:[/b] Shopping 
[b]Tags:[/b] [@CaptainSully][hr][/center]

[indent][indent] The feeling was a savage cut against his mind. [url=https://i.imgur.com/eQemuYf.jpg?1]Taeto[/url] jerked his head towards the unnatural pressure. [color=orange][b]"Something's off."[/b][/color]

He was currently acting as some baggage handler, plastic bags and pink soft ones corralling his person. Most of them were Winlot's earnings from the previous tournament they had won, some of them were a few gifts from her to him. Usually it was like pulling teeth trying to get him to enter any tournaments. Winlot was on the phone, a tad panicky with Airren. The call went on for minutes, the two of them had left the store by the time Winlot had hung up. 

[b]"Master thinks we should start for, Master Kojiro's dojo. Think that Ki from earlier is the cause?"[/b]  

Taeto was far too antsy. It had been too long since he felt a true challenge, true anxiety over a fight. He smirked a terribly charming grin, flourished his dark blue aura, and levitated into the air. [color=orange][b]"Think my ass, that's definitely the reason! Let's go!"[/b][/color]

Winlot latched on to his sleeve. [b]"Ohhh no you don't, what about my bags?"[/b]

[color=orange][b]"Forget those [i]bags[/i] or take 'em back yourself,"[/b][/color] he yanked his arm away and soared into the blue. Winlot's voice, loud and angry as it was, begun to fade against the shrieking wind. Not a moment after Sam's own landing, Taeto had dropped down as well. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, a rather unpleasant glare in his eyes. [color=orange][b]"So what's up? what's the good news?"[/b][/color] [/indent][/indent]