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Satchi tapped her foot as she listened to Trunks' explanation. Apparently he had gathered the dragon balls, something which she had always thought was just a kids story, and wished for people to help him fight some sort of time bandits. She grinned, almost laughing, it was like something straight out of a TV show. Nevertheless, she had to consider the facts. She had, in fact, just been teleported to a completely different location and was now standing side by side with aliens, one of which was about to be healed by a bean of all things, and was talking to someone who knew Goku. Satchi had heard about Goku on the news here and there, after all, he had saved the world numerous times. It seemed she was stuck with the lot, and Trunks wanted to know more about her and her new 'team-mates'. She spoke after the others, letting her arms drop from their crossed position. She placed one on her hip, and let the other fall by her side as she spoke.
"Name's, Satchi." She said, grinning.
"You may know me as the former World Martial Arts Tournament champion though" She grinned, stifling a laugh.
"I was heading towards some sandy city for another tournament on my new motorbike before I got teleported here" She spoke.
"Which reminds me, am I gonna get some reimbursement for my bike, lavender boy?" She half joked.
"Name's, Satchi." She said, grinning.
"You may know me as the former World Martial Arts Tournament champion though" She grinned, stifling a laugh.
"I was heading towards some sandy city for another tournament on my new motorbike before I got teleported here" She spoke.
"Which reminds me, am I gonna get some reimbursement for my bike, lavender boy?" She half joked.
I'd say remove the thing where she can totally stop bullets with no effort. I mean, that could lead to you saying she can stop just about anything with enough effort which is a bit OP.
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OH I SEE, I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING "LT. FAULKNER" AS IN LIEUTENANT FAULKNER OMFG GODDAMN.
ok i'll prolly fix this in the morning if I remember but it's like 5am rn so I cant do it right now
ok i'll prolly fix this in the morning if I remember but it's like 5am rn so I cant do it right now
Uh, you guys know the OOC is up right?
Yeah, still less than bulletproof please. I'm still a little confused as to why TBA would be in the bio or other sectionts though haha?
Sorry, Lmpkio, but you're going to have to tone down the durability and healing factor a big bit. Along with that, the strength really needs a measurement. Also, I believe Dan is going to put in a weaknesses section soon, so possibly a speed based weakness?
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Also what does TBH mean? Just out of interest haha
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Also what does TBH mean? Just out of interest haha
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~General Richard Faulkner~
Faulkner's eye twitched as cyrus spoke. He preferred to eat in silence, but Cyrus was sitting fairly close to him and he was forced to listen. He took a large drink of his whiskey before continuing to eat his steak. He would have probably interjected into the conversation and changed it to something that he was interested in like guns, killing or shouting at people but the captain began to speak through a remote communicator. He was to report to the officers lounge in an hour and thirty minutes. Of course, Faulkner being the punctual man he was, rose from his chair, staring at cyrus like a wolf stares at it's prey all the while.
"Excuse me, gentlemen, ladies, but I must go and report for duty" He stomped off to the officers lounge, his boots almost splintering the wooden floor.
~Doctor Cassandra Bishop~
Cassandra toyed with her food, dinner was always a boring event for her. It was always far too loud within the cafeteria to have a proper conversation and when she did finally find someone to have a conversation with they were usually some drunk idiot pirate, slurring their words and attempting to make advances towards Cassandra.
The captain spoke through a remote communicator, explaining that he needed the officers to report to their lounge. That included Cassandra. She sighed, wiping her face with her napkin before picking up her drink and sipping it as she listened to the conversations of others. She never really knew why she was called to these meetings, they were always about who to kill next, or where to pillage next or other such pirate related things. Cassandra knew little to nothing about these subjects and could only contribute a small
"My department can heal the wounds!" every now and then. Nevertheless, it was common courtesy to go. She sat a while, finishing her drink, before rising from her chair, excusing herself, and making her way to the officers lounge. She only realized halfway that Faulkner was waiting there, seething with rage. She made a quick detour back to her room, fixing her makeup for a small while before returning to her previous route and heading back to the officers lounge.
Faulkner's eye twitched as cyrus spoke. He preferred to eat in silence, but Cyrus was sitting fairly close to him and he was forced to listen. He took a large drink of his whiskey before continuing to eat his steak. He would have probably interjected into the conversation and changed it to something that he was interested in like guns, killing or shouting at people but the captain began to speak through a remote communicator. He was to report to the officers lounge in an hour and thirty minutes. Of course, Faulkner being the punctual man he was, rose from his chair, staring at cyrus like a wolf stares at it's prey all the while.
"Excuse me, gentlemen, ladies, but I must go and report for duty" He stomped off to the officers lounge, his boots almost splintering the wooden floor.
~Doctor Cassandra Bishop~
Cassandra toyed with her food, dinner was always a boring event for her. It was always far too loud within the cafeteria to have a proper conversation and when she did finally find someone to have a conversation with they were usually some drunk idiot pirate, slurring their words and attempting to make advances towards Cassandra.
The captain spoke through a remote communicator, explaining that he needed the officers to report to their lounge. That included Cassandra. She sighed, wiping her face with her napkin before picking up her drink and sipping it as she listened to the conversations of others. She never really knew why she was called to these meetings, they were always about who to kill next, or where to pillage next or other such pirate related things. Cassandra knew little to nothing about these subjects and could only contribute a small
"My department can heal the wounds!" every now and then. Nevertheless, it was common courtesy to go. She sat a while, finishing her drink, before rising from her chair, excusing herself, and making her way to the officers lounge. She only realized halfway that Faulkner was waiting there, seething with rage. She made a quick detour back to her room, fixing her makeup for a small while before returning to her previous route and heading back to the officers lounge.
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Yeah, sorry, will get a post up now.
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