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I have no idea what base character to take.
I can totally see Walder Frey as a mob boss.
Tal heard Big Brother's message, and tried her best to calm down, which wasn't easy as she was doing it out of fear. She did, however, open said compartment and take out a bottle of water, gulping it down quickly. She was too nervous to eat, but it's amazing how thirsty you get when you're being shot at in an exploding building. She took her backpack off, and opened it up. Good. At least she had plenty of money. More than enough to never have to do anything this stupid again, though it was still up in the air whether or not she'd get the change. Without warning, she started sobbing again, as quietly as she could. Watching so many people die in front of you...Knowing how many more have died today. She didn't want to think about it any more, but it was too big to shut out.
Rena followed the group wordlessly. The confidence she had shown during combat had receded again, as the adrenaline wore off and the memories came back. Her strength was just under the surface, though, ready to come back if needed. When she heard something about a weapons room, and guns, she was snapped out of her little nightmare, and though she didn't smile, had the energy of a kid in a candy shop as she browsed the selection of guns in the room, eventually picking a stocky wooden rifle, and plenty of spare ammo. It was the closest thing to a crossbow she could find in lieu of an actual crossbow. She set her rocks and her metal pipe down. She didn't need them anymore.
She looked out with Fuyuto, a ranged weapon in her hand giving her focus. She was starting to come out of her shell. "I'm ready. Let's go and find out where we are, and why we're here."
She looked out with Fuyuto, a ranged weapon in her hand giving her focus. She was starting to come out of her shell. "I'm ready. Let's go and find out where we are, and why we're here."
I'm still here, but what's going on? Everything stopped
Lol GoldiGloria
God dammit, site!
Kaliflur opened her eyes. She was in a field. But...they were fighting in the mountains. She looked around. She had landed in a valley. Her muscles were still screaming in pain after that lightning attack. She checked her scouter. It was showing Readings of 188,000! 200,000! And then a new one. The numbers were just going up, and up! Kaliflur's scouter exploded. That must be the Dark Saiyan, finally out of hiding, and about time. She needed to go and help. She wasn't out of this yet! She stood up, and a pain started in her chest and shot through her spine to her whole body. She coughed up blood.
It made sense. Her power level was only 55,000. She had let her pride get the better of her. These fighters weren't just a challenge, they were all out of her league. Without her scouter, she had no way of knowing where the base was. Whatever. She didn't need their help. What she needed to do right now was fly off to some remote location in shame and lick her wounds...Metaphorically, of course.
She floated, and slowly started to float away from the fight. She had underestimated this planet. It was definitely a worthy home of the prince, and even though the Dark Saiyans were truly unstoppable, Earth wouldn't go down as easy as she had feared. In reality, the rest of the galaxy had spoiled her. She had no idea how weak she actually was. But now she knew she was weak, and she needed to get stronger, and earn her pride the right way.
Wherever she was going, she hoped they had lots of food...
Violet sensed the rise in energy. She had been monitoring the fights she trained, currently fighting two Cooler clones in the training room. The one on the left threw a punch, which she rolled around, before using his own momentum to throw him to the ground. Before he even made contact, she kicked the second Cooler clone, who was, based on his movements, obviously making the assumption that she wouldn't fight him until she had dealt with the other one. The kick connected, and both Cooler clones were on the ground. The gravity was two below her calculated value, but both cooler clones were programmed to be at her current power level, meaning her edge in combat had to come from skill and technique, rather than speed and strength. Any moron can hit things really hard.
'So the Dark Saiyan has joined the fight, and his power level is most impressive. I'm glad he's on our side,' Violet thought to herself, and one of the Cooler clones snuck up on her, and threw a strong punch, that went right through her. He realized much too late that it was an after-image, as the real Violet drove both her boots into it's head and sent it crashing into the far wall.
It made sense. Her power level was only 55,000. She had let her pride get the better of her. These fighters weren't just a challenge, they were all out of her league. Without her scouter, she had no way of knowing where the base was. Whatever. She didn't need their help. What she needed to do right now was fly off to some remote location in shame and lick her wounds...Metaphorically, of course.
She floated, and slowly started to float away from the fight. She had underestimated this planet. It was definitely a worthy home of the prince, and even though the Dark Saiyans were truly unstoppable, Earth wouldn't go down as easy as she had feared. In reality, the rest of the galaxy had spoiled her. She had no idea how weak she actually was. But now she knew she was weak, and she needed to get stronger, and earn her pride the right way.
Wherever she was going, she hoped they had lots of food...
Violet sensed the rise in energy. She had been monitoring the fights she trained, currently fighting two Cooler clones in the training room. The one on the left threw a punch, which she rolled around, before using his own momentum to throw him to the ground. Before he even made contact, she kicked the second Cooler clone, who was, based on his movements, obviously making the assumption that she wouldn't fight him until she had dealt with the other one. The kick connected, and both Cooler clones were on the ground. The gravity was two below her calculated value, but both cooler clones were programmed to be at her current power level, meaning her edge in combat had to come from skill and technique, rather than speed and strength. Any moron can hit things really hard.
'So the Dark Saiyan has joined the fight, and his power level is most impressive. I'm glad he's on our side,' Violet thought to herself, and one of the Cooler clones snuck up on her, and threw a strong punch, that went right through her. He realized much too late that it was an after-image, as the real Violet drove both her boots into it's head and sent it crashing into the far wall.
Kaliflur opened her eyes. She was in a field. But...they were fighting in the mountains. She looked around. She had landed in a valley. Her muscles were still screaming in pain after that lightning attack. She checked her scouter. It was showing Readings of 188,000! 200,000! And then a new one. The numbers were just going up, and up! Kaliflur's scouter exploded. That must be the Dark Saiyan, finally out of hiding, and about time. She needed to go and help. She wasn't out of this yet! She stood up, and a pain started in her chest and shot through her spine to her whole body. She coughed up blood.
It made sense. Her power level was only 55,000. She had let her pride get the better of her. These fighters weren't just a challenge, they were all out of her league. Without her scouter, she had no way of knowing where the base was. Whatever. She didn't need their help. What she needed to do right now was fly off to some remote location in shame and lick her wounds...Metaphorically, of course.
She floated, and slowly started to float away from the fight. She had underestimated this planet. It was definitely a worthy home of the prince, and even though the Dark Saiyans were truly unstoppable, Earth wouldn't go down as easy as she had feared. In reality, the rest of the galaxy had spoiled her. She had no idea how weak she actually was. But now she knew she was weak, and she needed to get stronger, and earn her pride the right way.
Wherever she was going, she hoped they had lots of food...
Violet sensed the rise in energy. She had been monitoring the fights she trained, currently fighting two Cooler clones in the training room. The one on the left threw a punch, which she rolled around, before using his own momentum to throw him to the ground. Before he even made contact, she kicked the second Cooler clone, who was, based on his movements, obviously making the assumption that she wouldn't fight him until she had dealt with the other one. The kick connected, and both Cooler clones were on the ground. The gravity was two below her calculated value, but both cooler clones were programmed to be at her current power level, meaning her edge in combat had to come from skill and technique, rather than speed and strength. Any moron can hit things really hard.
'So the Dark Saiyan has joined the fight, and his power level is most impressive. I'm glad he's on our side,' Violet thought to herself, and one of the Cooler clones snuck up on her, and threw a strong punch, that went right through her. He realized much too late that it was an after-image, as the real Violet drove both her boots into it's head and sent it crashing into the far wall.
It made sense. Her power level was only 55,000. She had let her pride get the better of her. These fighters weren't just a challenge, they were all out of her league. Without her scouter, she had no way of knowing where the base was. Whatever. She didn't need their help. What she needed to do right now was fly off to some remote location in shame and lick her wounds...Metaphorically, of course.
She floated, and slowly started to float away from the fight. She had underestimated this planet. It was definitely a worthy home of the prince, and even though the Dark Saiyans were truly unstoppable, Earth wouldn't go down as easy as she had feared. In reality, the rest of the galaxy had spoiled her. She had no idea how weak she actually was. But now she knew she was weak, and she needed to get stronger, and earn her pride the right way.
Wherever she was going, she hoped they had lots of food...
Violet sensed the rise in energy. She had been monitoring the fights she trained, currently fighting two Cooler clones in the training room. The one on the left threw a punch, which she rolled around, before using his own momentum to throw him to the ground. Before he even made contact, she kicked the second Cooler clone, who was, based on his movements, obviously making the assumption that she wouldn't fight him until she had dealt with the other one. The kick connected, and both Cooler clones were on the ground. The gravity was two below her calculated value, but both cooler clones were programmed to be at her current power level, meaning her edge in combat had to come from skill and technique, rather than speed and strength. Any moron can hit things really hard.
'So the Dark Saiyan has joined the fight, and his power level is most impressive. I'm glad he's on our side,' Violet thought to herself, and one of the Cooler clones snuck up on her, and threw a strong punch, that went right through her. He realized much too late that it was an after-image, as the real Violet drove both her boots into it's head and sent it crashing into the far wall.
Kaliflur opened her eyes. She was in a field. But...they were fighting in the mountains. She looked around. She had landed in a valley. Her muscles were still screaming in pain after that lightning attack. She checked her scouter. It was showing Readings of 188,000! 200,000! And then a new one. The numbers were just going up, and up! Kaliflur's scouter exploded. That must be the Dark Saiyan, finally out of hiding, and about time. She needed to go and help. She wasn't out of this yet! She stood up, and a pain started in her chest and shot through her spine to her whole body. She coughed up blood.
It made sense. Her power level was only 55,000. She had let her pride get the better of her. These fighters weren't just a challenge, they were all out of her league. Without her scouter, she had no way of knowing where the base was. Whatever. She didn't need their help. What she needed to do right now was fly off to some remote location in shame and lick her wounds...Metaphorically, of course.
She floated, and slowly started to float away from the fight. She had underestimated this planet. It was definitely a worthy home of the prince, and even though the Dark Saiyans were truly unstoppable, Earth wouldn't go down as easy as she had feared. In reality, the rest of the galaxy had spoiled her. She had no idea how weak she actually was. But now she knew she was weak, and she needed to get stronger, and earn her pride the right way.
Wherever she was going, she hoped they had lots of food...
Violet sensed the rise in energy. She had been monitoring the fights she trained, currently fighting two Cooler clones in the training room. The one on the left threw a punch, which she rolled around, before using his own momentum to throw him to the ground. Before he even made contact, she kicked the second Cooler clone, who was, based on his movements, obviously making the assumption that she wouldn't fight him until she had dealt with the other one. The kick connected, and both Cooler clones were on the ground. The gravity was two below her calculated value, but both cooler clones were programmed to be at her current power level, meaning her edge in combat had to come from skill and technique, rather than speed and strength. Any moron can hit things really hard.
'So the Dark Saiyan has joined the fight, and his power level is most impressive. I'm glad he's on our side,' Violet thought to herself, and one of the Cooler clones snuck up on her, and threw a strong punch, that went right through her. He realized much too late that it was an after-image, as the real Violet drove both her boots into it's head and sent it crashing into the far wall.
It made sense. Her power level was only 55,000. She had let her pride get the better of her. These fighters weren't just a challenge, they were all out of her league. Without her scouter, she had no way of knowing where the base was. Whatever. She didn't need their help. What she needed to do right now was fly off to some remote location in shame and lick her wounds...Metaphorically, of course.
She floated, and slowly started to float away from the fight. She had underestimated this planet. It was definitely a worthy home of the prince, and even though the Dark Saiyans were truly unstoppable, Earth wouldn't go down as easy as she had feared. In reality, the rest of the galaxy had spoiled her. She had no idea how weak she actually was. But now she knew she was weak, and she needed to get stronger, and earn her pride the right way.
Wherever she was going, she hoped they had lots of food...
Violet sensed the rise in energy. She had been monitoring the fights she trained, currently fighting two Cooler clones in the training room. The one on the left threw a punch, which she rolled around, before using his own momentum to throw him to the ground. Before he even made contact, she kicked the second Cooler clone, who was, based on his movements, obviously making the assumption that she wouldn't fight him until she had dealt with the other one. The kick connected, and both Cooler clones were on the ground. The gravity was two below her calculated value, but both cooler clones were programmed to be at her current power level, meaning her edge in combat had to come from skill and technique, rather than speed and strength. Any moron can hit things really hard.
'So the Dark Saiyan has joined the fight, and his power level is most impressive. I'm glad he's on our side,' Violet thought to herself, and one of the Cooler clones snuck up on her, and threw a strong punch, that went right through her. He realized much too late that it was an after-image, as the real Violet drove both her boots into it's head and sent it crashing into the far wall.
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