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Until the End (Scout and Vena Sera)

"I'm Hanta, nice to meet you Hana, and you too, uh..."

The other girl hadn't said a single word yet, and Hanta had kind of wished it stayed that way. She turned out to be the more direct of the two, and definitely assertive. Nonetheless though he put on a small smile, not wanting to come across as rude. Perhaps he had offered for them to join him and Komada in some roundabout way, he couldn't really be bothered to argue the fact. The girl called Hana seemed more than ready to speak on his behalf though.

"Lilyyyyy, seriously?" Hana whined, pouting as she threw her hands down at her sides. "I was asking because it's the polite thing to do. After all he did just help us." Turning back to Hanta she smiled apologetically, folding her hands behind her back. "Sorry, she's grateful too, really!"

"Eh... Think nothing of it?" Hanta said uncertainly, still smiling slightly as he rubbed the back of his neck. "We got room so I don't see why you can't join us."

Hana was still smiling brightly as another girl came over to join their conversation. Komada then, according to what she said, and Hanta's friend as far as she could recall. They had been in the field earlier and hadn't been doing too shabby of a job, it had been fun watching them now and again. While Lily ignored the other girl Hana readily grabbed her hand, but rather than simply shake it she pushed it aside, instead giving Komada a big hug.

"It's so nice to meet you!" she exclaimed, leaning over slightly to hug Komada. "Thanks for letting us join you!"

Being at his wit's end with this overly bubbly girl Hanta retreated back to their table, taking his inside seat along the window. Komada and Hana sat across from him, and he was left to sit with the more direct of the two. He wasn't sure what was more confounding; Hana's enthusiasm or Lily's boldness. Shrugging his shoulders he lifted his own glass, taking a few small sips out of the mug. It was a fruity drink, though not overly sweet. Reminiscent of banana smoothies if he had to put a name to it, and there was a curious tartness that went with the flavor which he thought complemented it well. As he was swallowing back another gulp Komada suddenly burst out with a question, one that really ought not to have been asked. Nearly spitting out his drink Hanta looked at his friend surprised, giving her a silent warning glance. She seemed too enthralled in the conversation to notice though.

"We weren't really from London," Hana began, smiling as she lifted her legs and crossed them over the seat of the chair, placing her hands on her knees.

"We're from Tokyo, but we spend a lot of time in Lancaster too! It's this reeeeeeally pretty place in Britain! Our dad is from there, but mom is from here, so we travel back and forth a lot!" Hana was rather happy to be sharing her story with people, just enjoying the simple act of having a conversation again. "Because we've gone back and forth so much we know both English AND Japanese, isn't that cool? Though I guess we couldn't have this conversation in English..."

"... I do know how to speak English, believe it or not." Hanta interjected, smiling faintly as he corrected the girl. "Komada... Not so much. If you wanted to talk in English though we could, but I'm honestly not that fluent in it."

Hana seemed abashed by that comment for a second before blushing, shaking her head and putting her hands up defensively. "I figured you k-knew how to speak it! I was just saying is all. I definitely didn't mean that you didn't know how!" Realizing she was digging herself into a hole she stopped, pressing her fingers together nervously.

"Sorry about that."

Taking a moment to gather her thoughts and move on from that awkward moment Hana looked back at Komada, smiling as she held her hands at chest level, balled into fists. She was excited to be making friends finally, and to have someone else to talk with. And boy was she going to talk.

"We've been to London a lot, usually to go to the stores or to see events there! It's really busy there, though it's pretty busy in Lancaster too! We spend a lot of time in other towns around London because of our family, and I really like small towns because they're cute, and it's more quiet, and they're prettier with all the trees!" Hana took a brief reprieve, accompanying the word "trees" with a wave of her arms to signify their size. "Plus there are fields, and rivers and lakes, and the leaves all turn really pretty colors! There's a ton of animals, oh! There's a farm in Lancaster too, well a lot of farms... But there's one where there were horses and we got to learn to ride them! That was a lot of fun."

Hanta found it nigh impossible to follow what Hana was saying, let alone hold a conversation with her. Komada looked to be having no issue whatsoever with it, and no doubt Lily was used to it by now. Just trying to follow what she was saying was making him tired, he couldn't go on like that for the life of him. As much as he didn't want to come across as rude he found himself slouching in his chair, an elbow propped up on the tabletop and his head resting on his hand. Well, so long as Komada was enjoying herself he'd remain here and partially listen.

"What about why you came here?" Hanta interjected, looking to his side at Lily. "There's got to be a reason you and your family came to Japan. It's a lot different from Britain after all."

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Yusef was throwing as much energy as he could at his own attack, trying to force the orb down. In his little world he was going to obliterate the boys, and the thought of collateral damage to the city below wasn't a factor to him. So long as it was the first Saiyan retaliating he could steadily send his energy down with little effort, grinning wildly as he did so. When a second one joined in and then a third however he began to steadily lose ground. While he had an innate knowledge of how to use his powers actually feeding more force into his attacks was something beyond his knowledge. The mass of energy began to flow back his way, in terribly small increments but nonetheless it moved back. He couldn't fathom why he was unable to overpower them, as just a second ago he seemed akin to a god compared to these boys. He refused to accept he might lose though, right up until T'charrl pulled a fast one and shocked everyone.

Kabocha stood as he was, pouring larger and larger amounts of Ki out in order to counter the General's genocidal attack. Moron, he had to realize just how devastating that attack would be. The guy went on and on about furthering his people, but if this thing hit then they'd all be wiped out. Thankfully the twins stepped in right when it was needed most, and with their three blasts combined they halted and reversed the path of the orb. It was really becoming more and more of a mystery of how they were supposed to capture this Kaesstrian alive. He was crazy strong after all, and they'd have to beat him to the point of exhaustion just to get him to submit. Or, they could try something completely different. A blur flew right on by Kabocha, and he watched in silent shock as T'charrl sped towards the clash of energy. Just what in the hell was he planning?

"Nnn.... No! Get away from that!" Kabocha shouted, straining himself to keep pushing. "It'll explode!"

Or maybe the energy wasn't set to explode. Rather the massive orb that the Saiyans had been fighting against looked to be dwindling, at a fairly steady pace no less. Seeing what was happening Kabocha abruptly stopped his blast, signaling for the twins to do the same. He could scarcely believe that T'charrl was absorbing all of that energy, there was no way he could contain it all, not for long. Hopefully the Prince knew what he was doing, because this could get messy rather quickly otherwise.

"What....? What is this?!" Yusef snapped, watching as his energy was drained. "Give that back you damn pest!"

Before he knew it that mass of energy was all but gone, and he could even feel his power being sapped out of him as a result. The only reasonable thing to do then was stop his own blast, glaring furiously at the Prince. How dare he take that power like some kind of leech. It most certainly wasn't his, and he didn't have the proper mettle to handle it. He'd give way and buckle under the force, he had to. With a weak, pathetic frame like his there was no real possibility that he'd be capable of doing anything.

"You're bluffing boy! You hardly know how to use your powers, you couldn't do that!"

If it was a bluff then it was certainly one that the Prince was confident of. Considering how much pain had been caused by the blast earlier taking on one of greater size now would be outright agony. He couldn't well back down despite that though, that was simply out of the question. The General refused to be intimidated, certainly by someone he considered so inferior. Rather than back down as common sense might suggest he began to laugh, clutching his gut and shaking his head.

"You honestly expect ME to submit to YOU?" Yusef roared, grinning broadly as he stared down T'charrl. "You don't know what to do with that power!"

Emitting a sharp hissing sound the General lowered himself before flying forward, gathering energy in each of his four hands as he raced ahead. With a loud shout he threw each hand forward, a ball of energy coming from each and spiraling towards the Prince.

"I'll not be stopped, not by you child!"

Return of a Princess (Nydie & Vena)

Name: Tora Vincent Holbrook
Age:18
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 170lbs.
Distinguishing marks: None.
Human Family: Unknown
Biological Parents: Unknown
Role: Member of the Oracion order.

Personality: Tora is what one might call rough around the edges. He's confrontational and loves to get under people's skin. Sarcastic, he often makes rebuttals solely for the purpose of antagonizing people, knowing full well that what he says will bother them. To the point when speaking with others he leaves little room for tact, not bothering to beat around the bush as it would be. He's also fairly intelligent and confident in himself, a fact that makes him come across as arrogant to others. He enjoys thinking he's a step ahead of those around him, even if sometimes that is a self delusion. Normally he wears a mocking smile, not letting others know precisely what he is thinking until he says it aloud. While he has fun toying with people he knows when to stop, and if gone too far he will be prompt to try and make amends. He also has a bit of a perverted nature to him, making crude, off comments often about girls in school or around town, including Jocelyn. This is the Tora that the princess is familiar with anyways.

Outside of his high school persona Tora is far more quiet in his mannerisms. He retains his arrogance and still believes himself to be better than others, but if shown otherwise he will be humbled and acknowledge another person's strength. He doesn't make friends easily if at all, his tiny capability for putting up with other people making that quite difficult. While he doesn't particularly take joy in putting others down he will point out shortcomings or mistakes and try to make them improve. In a way that shows he actually cares for other people, wanting those around him to succeed. Tora can't openly show that however, and so inadvertently suggests improvement through biting remarks. When given a task he will see it completed at any cost, having commendable work ethic in that regard. However, marring his work ethic is his lack nature in regards to how the task is completed. He won't kill an innocent, but a few guards may die along the way if it means he gets his mark or information. He's efficient, but does things his way more often than not.

History: Tora is and always has been a member of Oracion, Elaweing's elite military force and the protectors of its royal family. From his youth he never knew of his family, being brought up under the care of his instructors, and later under the Headmaster himself. Even as a child he was a handful, often getting into fights with other children and even hitting caretakers and instructors. Seeing the fighting as misguided attempts at seeking attention, Headmaster Kael ordered Tora to be tutored privately as so he could be given more focus. Removal from the regular gatherings left him with little time for play with children, and for quite a while he was miserably lonely. The private teachings continued for a few months until, seeing how distressed the young boy was becoming, he was tentatively allowed back into the public system. While outbursts still happened he was a bit more well-tempered, and went through his education with far less conflict than before.

For inexplicable reasons that surprised his instructors Tora seemed exceptionally talented at combat. He was faster than most of the other students, stronger and had greater endurance as well. It wasn't even just brute strength that made him a surprising pupil, but he was also rather bright as well. It came as very little surprise to anyone then when the class graduated, and he came in the top three overall, being number 2 himself. Becoming fully fledged Guardians at 16 meant they were prepared to begin their service to the crown, and also undertake missions for the well being of Elaweing. The other two students that stood with him in the top three were both dispatched to the furthest reaches of the realm in order to see to their own tasks, and a rather unique assignment, from the Headmaster himself, was to be given to Tora. It was not a negotiable matter, not that the Headmaster thought the overzealous boy would refuse a chance to prove his mettle anyways. Unsurprisingly Tora readily accepted his job, and within the next year he was sent away to see to his job. He's now in a small school in Rhode Island, starting his first day as a new student there.

Return of a Princess (Nydie & Vena)

So this was what high school was like... Tora had to be honest, he wasn't thrilled with it. Noisy, clustered, messy and smelly were words that came to mind immediately. Cigarette smoke seemed to cling to half the student body here, and apparently 'quiet' wasn't a word in these kids' repertoire. Maybe it was just the culture shock giving him a hard time adjusting, it was certainly a different place here after all. Hoping to avoid being caught up in the chaos of it all he was doing his best to keep his head low and keep on moving. He had very little desire to become involved anyways, so avoiding contact with everyone was fairly simplistic. Already he was being labelled as the weird, anti-social new kid, and that was just fine by him. So long as that tag stuck he figured he'd be left alone, and what's more he could operate with relative impunity. At least from classmates that is. From first period he learned that teachers here, while rather lax were still quick to pick out your doing something wrong and punish you for it. Apparently snooping school grounds while on a "bathroom break" was a breach of their rules, and he had been unceremoniously marched back to his classroom by the vice-principal, retuning to a chorus of laughter. If he wasn't the one in the situation he'd probably be laughing too.

History in this school was turning out to be rather fascinating, if only because it was abridged. Reading through the text as the instructor droned on Tora almost couldn't believe half of the stuff he was reading. There were so many holes in what was written here, and so many falsities that he almost burst out laughing. It was all he could do not to raise his hand and correct the teacher, having to remind himself of his place. He wasn't the instructor here, he was a student, and a new one at that. Besides being that alone garnered him plenty of attention already, the last thing he had to do was act like a know it all, even if he certainly did know more than these kids. This was quickly turning into the most painstaking fifty-five minutes of his life. The last twenty or so were easily spent staring out the window, silently praying for the class to end. Such a bore, and he had to do this until he'd accomplished what had been asked of him, what a drag.

Mercifully the bell sounded not too long after, signaling the end to this torturous lesson. Homework was assigned right at the end, and was likely something that could be completed in five minutes tops. Work here was so simplistic it was a wonder that all of these kids were seeming to struggle with the concept. The sheer degree of shock that their stupidity induced made him feel sorry for them, almost. They were too annoying to sympathize with properly, no matter how hard he tried. With all the other students walking to their next class he had to stop for a moment, standing up along the wall to check his schedule. He'd not gotten down their peculiar class schedule yet, finding these "block" bits rather confusing. It took him a second to figure out what day in the schedule it was, and from there he found his next class.

"English, huh...?" he mumbled, frowning slightly. "Wonderful..."

Hopefully this wasn't going to be as painstakingly droll as History had been. Reading wasn't something that he was particularly averted to, but if this school's reading level was as basic as he worried it to be then it'd be every bit as a toil as the last class. Tucking away his schedule back in his bag he slung it over his shoulder, adjusting his glasses before stepping into the stream of students heading down the hall. Room 203... That ought to be in the next hall over. At least the building itself wasn't that difficult to navigate, as everything was laid out in an easy to follow order. There were about a dozen rooms down each wing, and depending on the wing they were 110, 210 or 310. There was another floor above as well, presumably they went up further to 410, but he hadn't bothered to check yet. Giving a dismissive shake of his head he stopped outside of his class, double checking the numbers on the plaque to make sure it was right before he stepped in.

The room at the moment was pretty empty, perhaps only half a dozen students being inside. The teacher was nowhere to be seen yet, so he had a moment to relax then. Smiling to himself Tora walked inside and looked around the room, trying to decide on a seat to take. He wanted to avoid sitting near anyone if at all possible, but realistically that was going to be nigh impossible. Finally he opted for a seat towards the back, dropping his bag with a thud on the tiled floor before slipping himself in between the back of the chair and the desk. He had very little intention of paying any mind to what was being discussed, and being back here now was going to make it easier to zone out. Slowly but surely students then began to file into the room, taking up the other seats and much to his chagrin those around him as well. Just to keep his facade up Tora took out his book and notebook, opening the latter to an empty page to take notes if needed. When the teacher finally came in he looked ahead dully, crossing one leg over the other and resting his head in an outstretched hand, trying to get comfortable. Let the dullness begin...

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Yusef released another large amount of energy, scarcely trying to contain himself despite being in the city. In part he had no knowledge of how to control his output, only how to actually use the power. The other part was he simply didn't care. People might die if their fighting got out of hand, but when they learned of what he'd done for them and that they were now powerful enough to protect themselves. He already had the favor of the masses with this latest breakthrough, he was certain of it. Now was his time to demonstrate what strength awaited them, and what better way to show it off then to win the war and kill a few pesky Saiyans. The General closed his mouth as his and the twins' attacks met, smirking as they clashed and created a massive plume of smoke. It took the two of them to counter him, and he was sure he had even more power than they did. He could win this, there was no doubt of that.

"Surrender and your deaths will be quick!" the General shouted, letting out a short, hard laugh. "Or put up this pitiful effort if you wish, I don't mind either way!"

The smoke seemed to be dispersing rather quickly all of a sudden, and it became obvious the cause behind it was the Prince. Yusef grinned, enthusiastic that he was getting to face off against the young Prince finally. Seeing the glowing swords he spread his wings, darting about with a laugh as he evaded each swing. This was utterly fantastic, everything was enhanced by this power. Strength, speed, endurance, not to mention the strange new abilities he had. For the life of him he couldn't fathom why the boy was so nervous about this energy.

"Fight against it? I would hardly call this a fight!" Yusef retorted, ducking under a slash deftly.

Hunched over as he was the General prepared to deliver a hard punch to T'charrl's gut and make him drop his weapons before retaliating. Just as his arm drew back and his elbow bent though he was caught off guard seeing a familiar glow rapidly build up in the Prince's mouth. Not sure how to deal with it at such a close range he tried to dart back and away, but just as he got the first gust of his wings the blast was fired away. It was all Yusef could do to protect himself, raising his arms up over his head and curling his hulking frame, surprised by the intensity of the attack. The burning sensation was much like when he'd taken the injection, albeit certainly nowhere near as intense. It was like when bleach touched your skin, irritating and painful just enough to make you really want to avoid it again. One the blast had stopped he hesitated for a moment, peering up over his arms with a furious glare at the Prince. Where he'd been hit was red and rather sensitive, like Yusef had touched a hot surface. His discomfort only served to fuel his sadistic rage.

"If you can do that, weak as you are... Imagine what I can do!"

He had to try something, and so the General held all four of his hands roughly together, spacing them just apart. Concentrating hard his brow furrowed, doing his utmost to imitate what he had seen earlier. When a spark lit up in his hands he beamed ecstatically, and then nearly broke out in laughter as energy began to gather. The orb was small at first, and whether through his own lack of discretion or overzealous attitude it expanded to nearly the size of a small spacecraft. With this, he mused, he could certainly destroy these whelps, no question. Lifting the mass of energy up over his head the General slowly rose up, laughing as he stared down at T'charrl. The sphere nearly blocked out the sun from their vantage point, and it basked the city below in an ominous blue hue. Not least to mention the unsettling crackling sound that it made, sounding almost like a shorting circuit.

"Can you stop this, little boy?!" Yusef shouted, laughing ecstatically. "Let's see how strong your power is!"

Yusef was on top of the world right now, he was basically akin to a god. He was stronger than the Prince, than his damned mother, and even superior to these Saiyans. No one on this world could stop him, and after the troops were given their energy no one could stop them either. The Kaesstrians would strike out into the universe, a force to be reckoned with. Reeling back he threw his entire weight forward, hurling the orb of energy downward at T'charrl, grinning menacingly as he imagined it engulfing the boy whole. Just as it seemed to be about to hit him a burst of energy slammed into the side of his attack, slowly bringing it to a halt before beginning to push it back. Baffled he followed the trail of energy, annoyed to see Kabocha perched on the rooftop he'd landed on, throwing plenty of Ki into his attack to stop the General's. If that could be done by Saiyans then he could certainly mimic it. Growling angrily Yusef stretched an arm out, and after a brief moment's struggle let surge a wave of his own energy, slamming it into the orb and slowly pushing back against the Saiyan's.

"You're all going to die! I'll tear you to shreds with this attack!"

Kabocha stood on the edge of the roof, one foot angled over it to give himself better stability. He was making headway with his counterattack right up until the psychotic Kaesstrian began to fire back. With the General's seemingly bottomless fountain of energy it was too much for Kabocha to handle alone, and slowly the energy began to come back their way. Gritting his teeth in frustration he poured more Ki into his own, still finding that it wasn't enough.

"Gaaaah! Kai!? Choi?! Help me!"

Resounding Provocation: The Council of Shadows

O.O

Friendly

:p

Legend of Zelda: The Templar Crusade

Wow, good on you Caboose o.o

We'll keep it alive!

Resounding Provocation: The Council of Shadows

I'll try to get a post up tomorrow. Got quite a bit of reading to do tonight, so I'll not get to it just yet ;n;

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"That's all you've got? I thought you Saiyans were supposed to be better than that!"

Yusef laughed as he dusted off his hands, looking up at the hole now above his head. Some attack, though nothing he hadn't been able to handle. Now everyone seemed to be properly unnerved by his strength, and to him that was an utter delight. If opponents feared the power this much then no one would even dare try to stop the Kaesstrians. They'd become a superpower amongst the stars, no longer bound to this homely world of theirs. The general felt like he was seeing a new age dawn, the flood of euphoria and excitement making it hard not to laugh. That, and he was just finding their attempt to stop him funny.

Kabocha couldn't believe that attack had absolutely no effect, he'd put a lot into it. He could do far more granted, yet he was fairly certain that leveling the city was going to be frowned upon. That left them in a rather strange predicament now, as they couldn't kill the general and seemingly couldn't fight him either. Where in the heck did that leave them then? Looking to the others for help he paid attention to what T'charrl was doing, immediately picking up on the plan. The building itself still stood, but the occasional piece of wood or rock fell down, hinting at the compromised integrity of the building. Fighting above ground was far from ideal, there was the chance of collateral damage. If they stayed down here though they were liable to be buried, and that wasn't going to do anyone any good.

The general had heard full well what T'charrl planned to do, and had absolutely no intention of letting them get away with it. Disregarding Kabocha once more he turned to the three others, grinning as he watched them start to move. He couldn't stop all of them, sure, but he could prevent their escape. Spreading his wings, which had expanded quite a bit as well, he raced across the room to try and get himself in front of the hole to block their exit. Again that pesky Saiyan interfered, this time managing to land a hit on him to make him stop. A hard kick slammed into the back of his neck, knocking him to the ground as he caught himself on his hands and knees. Growling in frustration he glared up at Kabocha only to be kicked yet again in the back as the Saiyan flew straight down, driving his foot flat into the general's back, nailing him against the ground.

"Come on, hurry up and get out!" Kabocha yelled, waving on Choi who was gathering up the swords.

Someone had to keep the general busy for the time being, and unfortunately that task looked like it fell to him. Having been busy waving on Choi he was caught a touch off guard when he felt the Kaesstrian shifting beneath him, springing off just in time to avoid being snatched in one of his massive claws. It was just the two of them in here now, meaning he had to scram too. Turning around he tried to fly off towards the hole, barely getting in the entrance before his leg was grabbed and he was pulled back. In a small panic he spun about, charging up Ki and throwing it directly in Yusef's face, thrilled it was enough to get himself free. Kabocha wasted no time then flying out of there, not even wanting to look back as he raced up through the hole and out. The others were a fair ways above him, and as he flew up to meet them he finally glanced down, frowning at the lack of a pursuer. Stopping himself at their level he stared down at the hole, not liking the eery silence that had settled.

"Come on... Where is he...?" the Saiyan mumbled, scanning the building in its entirety.

He really ought not to have said anything. Not a second after the words had left his mouth did the general come speeding out of the hole, that crazed grin back on his face. Kabocha tried to defend himself and keep the general at bay, but after throwing up his guard the punch broke through and he was sent crashing onto the nearest rooftop, skidding a bit against the stone surface and coming to a halt. Groaning he looked up at his friends, lifting an arm and firing a Ki blast at the general to drive him off. Alarmingly the alien mimicked him, firing back with another blast from his mouth that made his attack explode halfway through its path. He was hoping to keep the fight on himself to make sure T'charrl was okay, but the general quickly shifted his attention.

"Little Prince... Come here...." the general laughed, opening his arms as he glowered at T'charrl sinisterly.

In a blink he went on the attack again, pushing himself forward and speeding towards the twins. He opened his mouth once more, letting off a quick blast at them before continuing his flight. He planned to use his size to simply knock them out of the way, already knowing he could bat away the other boy easily enough.

Resounding Provocation: The Council of Shadows

Rather silly question, but I assume there is no particular posting order? ^^