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Abdomen tightening and arms flexing above her head, a blonde would just barely be rising in the early morning hours. Getting her muscles moving after a long night of rest, the bright blue eyes would open to the world. Slowly at first, then snapping open. What... was this place?! The walls were different. The ceiling was different. These covers were different. Why were there no curtains?!!? What the hell!
Oh. Duh.
She had moved. Upon graduating and reaching the age this planet considered legally adult, she had moved out of the orphanage. Made sense. Got herself a sort of a job, worked a couple of hours, trained up. Good times. That would explain why her memory didn’t totally recall this place. It was like brand spankin’ new! Well... besides the stains on the carpet, the cracked window pane, and the fact the ceiling had water stains. But nothing could be perfect, right? With a wide grin, the young woman hopped from her bed in a flurry of covers to get ready to head out for the day. It was a day off! What could be more grand?
The blonde and joyful angelian flew through her morning ritual. Wash off, get dry, throw clothes on, get outta there! And she did so in record time. Flying down the stairs as if her feet didn’t even hit the ground, she’d take off through the gym and wave a gloved hand at a man who merely shook his head in the blonde’s direction.
“See ya, Hank!”
She’d holler and then be out the door with no questions asked. Where was she going today? Well the store of course! Her stomach was a-rumblin’ and she had a need to feed! Her pace slowed just a bit as she’d get out into the open air. Instead of an insane person’s sprint to get to their objective, she walked at high speed. Dodging anyone who dared be awake at these morning hours, she’d duck one way, trot another to get through everyone and anyone and to the little shop a few blocks down. Like most of the people this side of the city, she knew them at least by face if not by name. A bright grin, she’d notice the half owner of the mom and pops store. Giving another wave, she’d get to work filling her arms with things that she needed to purchase to keep her body fueled and pumping.
That’s when her eyes caught a particular sight. The daughter of the owners, Emily. Sweet girl, barely five. She was happily roaming around the store with a little lollipop and minding her own business when a man shoved her to the ground. One of his comrades cackled and the two left. An armful of thing in each of their arms, she saw them depart. Without paying? Even the mom of the store didn’t say anything as they left but gave Sarai a quick half glance before an ashamed look washed over her face and she busied herself with straightening the counter. The Angelian took little happiness in this.
Taking her things to the counter, she’d grin up and speak. “Bag ‘em and tag ‘em. I’ll be back in a sec.” Dropping her things there, she’d wink at the woman and dash out of the store, the tears of a small child being drowned out as she moved away.
They’d be half a block away by now, those two men that raided the store for no reason. And without a second thought, Sarai would trot up behind them. This large and challenging grin on her face, she’d say too words oh so joyously. “Hey Dickbag!” And promptly upon the one turning around, she’d shove her fist forcefully into his nose.
Different location....but same sky. That is what Marcel thought as he peacefully walked along a sidewalk. The east side of this planet seemed a bit more populated compared to the South. Was it normally like this over here, or perhaps some special occasion? Could be anyone's guess, but either way, Marcel was enjoying the walk...somewhat. Normally, maneuvering around people wouldn't be an issue for the guy, but the sudden influx of people around his location was rather...uncomfortable.
Everywhere Law turned he found himself bumping into someone, trying his best to apologize to every person he bumped into, getting less than positive replies in return. At this point, Marcel was contemplating flying, but he didn't wish to freak out any of the citizens even though his eyes alone could pretty much cause that if anyone were to look at them closely. As Law continued trying to "fight" his way out of this crowd, the demonic hybrid found himself tripping over someone's feet, but fortunately, he was able to catch himself by grabbing onto something. Something...squishy. Marcel sighed in relief with his head down, but would soon raise an eyebrow. What exactly is he touching? Finally, the hybrid looked up, and the first thing he saw was a woman staring back at him with a look of shock written on her face. After tilting his head some, Marcel's eyes finally glanced down to see what it was he was touching....It was this woman's breast.
"U-uh, I....Uh..." Quickly, Marcel bounced back with cheeks glowing red as he began to continuously bow towards the woman in apology, but of course, the lady wasn't all too forgiving. The woman closed her eyes shut, and yelled out at the top of her lungs....
"P-PEEEERRRRVVVEEERRTTTT!!!"
Immediately, the people who were around turned to face the two, seeing the woman pointing at the flustered Marcel while holding onto the breast that was "groped" Marcel backed away some as a small, nervous grin developed on his face. He looked around as he scratched his cheek with his index finger before slowly drifting into the air, freaking some of the people out in the process before he flew away. Cheeks still red, Marcel flew through the sky with his eyes closed, trying his best to forget about what had just occurred. After shaking his head, the poor hybrid would look down, seeing that he was now at a part of the town that seemed less populated, but it didn't seem like the hybrid was going to find peace here as he now noticed two males running by with some things in their hands. Perhaps those two were in a hurry for something? But before the hybrid could ponder more on this, a woman would jump in behind one of the men, and quickly punch him down. Marcel stopped in mid air with eyes lowered some. What was this about? It was assault that was for sure. Not a fan of seeing senseless violence, Marcel dove down without a second thought, and landed in the middle of the three, his eyes on the blonde.
"Excuse me, Miss? But what exactly was the purpose of this?" he asked as his eyes shifted to the downed man.
Yet another day away from the frigid home Negi had placed himself. This time, he was in the east side of the planet. Satan City, named after the supposed legendary earthling from many years ago. These humans must have had really respected such a being to name an entire province after him. Interesting. Negi would think about looking into it. But, more than likely, he'd just forget and toss the idea into his mental trash can. That aside, Satan City seemed to be quite populated. People were placed everywhere and anywhere. Like a game with a poor spawning system. Like everywhere else had been, it seemed something was going today as well. Some commotion appeared to be going on in the distance. A woman had just shrieked the word “pervert”. Normally, anyone else would have acted like a hero and gone to investigate. But, Negi was deaf to any cries that could have meant petty action. He lived for the big stuff and big leagues. As he walked, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket. His lack of a scouter rendering him unable to detect the presence of a familiar Law. But, he'd go and discover him a bit later.
His attention had been captured by that of a failed robbery. A blonde female Earthling had just punched down a man, forcing him to hit the ground. “Feisty,” Negi commented. A brow cocked and a smile of light amusement worn. His attention switching to Marcel. The male he had encountered briefly prior to this day. A nod and two fingered salute had been given as a sign of acknowledgment. “Please, do explain. I'm just as curious.” He'd add onto Marcel’s question. Unlike Law’s concern for justice and good reason, Negi was more concerned with this girls strength and if she was a savage or not. The stuff he liked. His lips had been pulled back a bit more, revealing a bit of teeth. His hand had been retrieved from his pocket and his fingers curled into his palm. Pointing to the downed man. “What's the story?~”Heavy Weights equipped.
The convince store doors slide open with a soft electrical bong noise as Piyano walked into the small market in Satan City. The Namekian had been working for a local construction company that night, and after spending the whole starry aired night planting I beams for the framework of some building being designed several blocks away the Namek had decided to buy himself a large bottle of water before he began his long flight back to the Cold North. Walking passed all the ails containing food and snacks the green alien moved straight for the back wall of the shop, towards the refrigerated section which contained all the stores drinks and liquids. Piyano nodded a friendly to the store clerk and counter work as he passed the pair, which they returned with happy smiles. Reaching his targeted supply of water Piyano looked over his choices, the Namek had been told most humans didn't taste big differences in the water they drank. The Namekian could however, his people only had to drink water to live and Piyano had developed a favorite brand of the bottled substance.
As the Namekian looked over his choices a small human girl strolled up to him with a lollipop in her mouth and a look of wonder on her face. Guessing the child had probably never seen one of his kind before Piyano smiled at the child and gave her a pat on the head before shooing her off to play. Several more signalling bongs sounded from the front door as at least three others entered the store, Piyano ignored it however until he found the brand he had been searching for in the back of the fridge. Claiming his prize the green man became alerted to a scuffle as the little girl cried and several people all ran out the door. Piyano only caught a glimpse of the blond haired young woman who went out last, seemingly in chase after the others. Sighing at the display Piyano helped the little girl onto her feet when he found her pushed over onto the floor "It's okay little one, those mean people won't be back." Piyano said to the sniffling child before he spotted a second lollipop across the store. Stretching his arm across the gap Piyano plucked a candy from a rack and presented it to the small girl before he stood and walked to the counter.
The store owners both seemed incredibly embarrassed and at a loss, Piyano could only shrug and nod at the pair. At least no one had been seriously hurt, and that was the only thing that truly mattered. Showing the pair his bottle of water the Namekian tossed the couple a hundred zeni, more than enough to cover the loss of a few snacks stolen by thugs. "For your troubles." the tall alien said as he twisted the cap off his water bottle, took a straw off the counter and walked out the door. Sipping gently at his drink Piyano started to walk down the street completely unconcerned with the thugs or the blond woman, he had sensed no power levels of great ability and the Namekian doubted anyone would truly feel and pain from the small theft. That was until the man picked up three greater powers not far away. One power he felt belonged to the blond, she was strong for a human but nothing out of this world. The other two however were larger by more than tenfold the blond girls power.
Deciding maybe he had better rush just to make sure no one got hurt the Namekian lifted into the air a few feet off the ground and flew to the end of the block, coming up on the three sources of power. Landing back on the ground around the corner from the trio to not be seen as flying Piyano rounded the bend with his straw in his mouth and small sipping sounds coming from his bottle of water. Walking up the alley towards the three Piyano saw the young blond, as well as a dark human looking man and another spiky haired male that must have been a Saiyan. Another human had been lain out in the street, while a third with no power to his name stood quivering nearby. The two men with power asked the blond several questions as to what was going on, why she had attacked the man on the street. While they asked questions Piyano simply walked up to the second thief, grabbed the front of his coat with one hand and shook the man until a assortment of items fell out of his jacket to the pavement below. "Why she stopped these thieves. Way to go young Miss." Piyano said before he went back to sipping at his straw, he could only offer a shrug towards the Saiyan and dark human should either of them give him a questioning look.
PWC: 822 TWC: 822 PL: 75,467 MWC PL: 37,733 Suppressed PL: 5,000 <--- (Ya'll sense or can scout this one)
It was barely a second before another figure dropped in between the three. About her height. Dark hair. Not overly muscular from the looks of it. Dropping her head slightly, her grin would remain. Sarai knew better than to think he was some ordinary guy dropping in. He came from the sky didn’t he?
The man on the ground squirmed around. He had dropped his things when he was downed, turning and having a hand move to his face to cup the bleeding nose. Bitch broke my nose! Her angrily exclaimed, the other guy looking none too pleased with the situation and shifting all of his “possessions” to his left arm while his other moved to his pocket.
The blonde lurched forward, arm drawn back and hand fisted. Her grin remained, though it showed more confidence and vigor than before. A new challenge and something that needed to back off. Light gathered around her fist as she thrust it forward. But it wasn’t towards the other grunt man, oh no. This was forced towards Marcel. Sarai didn’t much care if he was stronger or weaker than her. She thrust a punch his way for a specific reason. To show him to move. So that she could continue on to where it mattered. Another’s words struck her ears, but she didn’t totally have time for this nonsense. So calling over her shoulder in response to both men, she’d continue in her movements. Assuming Marcel either dodged or let her get by, Sarai’s secondary point was to attack the other man. Dance herself around Marcel either having hit him or get him to move, her momentum carrying her towards the other guy.
“I’m a doer not a teller!”
But there was so much joy in that voice. Even as she continued forward and went for the second man that still stood. Wait... he wasn’t standing? Green? Where the hell did green come from? Her footing off, she’d skid a bit to the side as this new one who entered had raised the other man into the air. Shaking him and having the stolen goods drop from his jacket. The lifting wouldn’t halt what he had reached for, Sarai’s and possibly other’s eyes would catch the little detail he had reached for. Glinting in the early morning sun was a knife.
He thrust it forward towards the Namekian, muttering something about it being too much trouble for what it was worth. If he was dropped with the strike forward to the green-skinned being, he’d take off running. The other man was getting to his feet, but he in no way appeared ready to fight either.
“Where’s the joy in this, huh?”
She almost laughed when she spoke those words, going to move around anyone who may be in her path to land another solid punch upon the man that was bleeding. He needed to get himself outta here faster!
The sun and moon at her beck and call, Sarai can call upon the energies of light to strengthen her physical attacks. By either charging these lights into her body or using it in one specific burst, she is able to back a little more into her offensive barrage. [25% of Sarai's PL in Damage/Able to Charge]
Attacked ya, bruh.
Keep in mind you can interrupt my actions to. Going by Marcel, going forward. etc etc. PLay it up boys!
Marcel stood there with eyes on the blonde, and arms crossed, awaiting an answer. Despite not being able to see them, he could still sense the other two men behind them, making sure they didn't bolt off, or try anything funny. Just as this happened, the hybrid sensed a familiar source of ki causing him to glance over to see Negi who has just entered the scene. A bit funny running into him again so soon, but it appeared he had a tendency of showing up to situations like this. Perhaps it's that Saiyan blood of his? Maybe that is the reason Marcel finds himself in such places as well. However, before Marcel could acknowledge him, or do much, the hybrid shifted his eyes back to the woman as light began to engulf one of her hands. With an eyebrow raised, Marcel continued to observe. Was she planning on going for the other man behind them!? The ki coming off that fist was pretty low compared to his own, and Negi's, but it was certainly enough to kill these two men in one punch! The grin on her face showed that she possibly even knows that....and doesn't care. If this is the case, and she attempts to throw that punch at one of the men, he would make sure to take care of this.
But it didn't seem like the attack was aimed for them, but rather.....the hybrid himself!
With his visible eye widened a bit in surprise, Marcel watched as the glowing fist collided with the side of his face, causing his head to turn some. Even with his weights worn hidden under his clothing, the punch was still not strong enough to move Marcel entirely, but it did sting a bit. Quickly, Law attempted to grab the blonde's wrist with one hand as her fist was still "connected" to his cheek, after hearing her words. He sighed as he came to realize that it seemed to be yet just another case of a brutish person beating on people who couldn't defend themselves. Something that really irritated him.
The hybrid grit his teeth a bit before attempting to push the woman away with some of his strength, letting go of her wrist if he had it gripped. "I....do not appreciate those...who like to overpower people who cannot defend themselves...." He claimed with a bit of aggression in his tone which was something rare coming from this calm hybrid. With that, a dark aura began to float up around Marcel, his dark colored ki dancing around his body in a rather slow pace as he glared at the woman. "Perhaps I should give you a taste of your own me-" Before he could finish, he sensed yet another source of ki around the same level as his own currently. Just then, the irritated hybrid looked behind his shoulders to see a green skinned alien holding the other man up as he shook some items off of his person. The alien claimed that the woman was only stopping these thieves. Marcel silently looked down at the two men, and the various random junk they had before looking up at the alien, the dark aura that was floating around him, dispersing in the process. Could...this actually be true? It actually seemed to be the case. With that, Marcel closed his eyes, and faced the woman one again before bowing apologetically. "I....Please forgive me." he said, his tone a mixture of regret, and embarrassment. It was one thing to wail on innocents who couldn't defend themselves, but to go for crooks? There was nothing wrong with that in Law's head despite his step father always telling him that violence was never the answer for any situation, the hybrid only following those words loosely.
Negi's arms had been folded to his chest, his head tilted some as he and Marcel were met not by answers but actions. His eyes switching from the blonde woman to the robber with a weapon. The glint of a steel item catching his eye. Dirty fighting was not permitted with a man like Negi. As quickly as he had noticed it, he had zipped towards the man and launched a fierce fist into the man's gut. The attack forcing the man to crumble unto the ground and lie in utter pain. Unlike Law, Negi didn't exactly care about whether or not the people he attacked were left badly injured. He felt it would be proper punishment to those who sought to defy and lack the proper means of proving their worth to him. Really, it was more justified that Negi left this man on the ground. Momentarily after relishing in the fate of the downed human, Negi noticed Marcel get decked in the cheek by the blonde. It amused him enough to laugh a little under his breath.
"Its him, again," He commented on the appearance of Piyano. A face he had seen once before. It seemed everywhere he had gone, the same few faces had either been there before him or were present right after him. It was a little strange but nothing worth noting. Standing upright, Negi stood beside the embarrassed Law. Poor bastard was flustered by the knowledge over how this girl was just stopping some run of the mill bad guys. He had laughed again, this time at Law's embarrassment. Poor guy. "Well, I suppose that's a fair cause. Not bad." He grunted, a smile still on his lips.
While Piyano simply walked up to his thug to shake free the man's stolen goods Piyano observed the display put forth by the blond woman and the dark human male. The peppy blond charged forth with a attack and no regard for the safety of others or herself. Sensing the KI that poured from the woman's assault Piyano wasn't surprised to learn that the solemn man took the blow to his cheek with little strain or effort. Sure the attack likely stinged but that was about all. Such was nothing for the young blond to be ashamed of as she danced around her chosen wall to get at the thug Piyano now held aloft in his hand. The pair of fighters scuffled together as the male tried to grab the blond, instead of continuing to obsevre the man and woman's playful duel however Piyano's attention was drawn to the man he held aloft.
The suspended criminal drew a shiny knife from a pocket at his side and raised his arm back for a heavy stab at the tall Namekian that held him above the ground. Piyano didn't even react to the incoming attack as the human was more likely to break his knife on Piyano's chest as he was to do actual damage. It turned out however that the Namekian didn't even need to ignore the attempted assault upon his person as with a sudden burst of speed the Saiyan zipped up to Piyano's side and slammed the criminal with a heavy strike to the gut. Piyano's sensitive ears could hear the bones breaking under the hard impact to the criminal's rib cage, with a sigh Piyano let the human drop to the ground to slump over the street in pain. "I see you are as forward as ever." Piyano said to Negi, a Saiyan he realized he recognized from a previous encounter with the man. Suddenly a dark aura erupted from the male hybrid, but it quickly fell away when the situation was revealed to the youth who resorted to apologizing profusely. Although the man hadn't boasted a amazing level of power, the source of his energy was mysterious and dark. Piyano decided this youth would need to have a eye kept on him in the future.
As all of the gathered men and women were distracted with each other the first criminal to be struck by Sarai burst up from the ground after the blond hit him a second time and fled as fast as his feet would take him. For a untrained human the man moved quick as he ran, blood and sweat driving down his face in fat drops as he sprinted as hard as he could to escape. Even for all his speed however the man would not get away should any one of the four gathered chase after him seriously. Piyano made no move to go after the criminal, honestly believing that after today the man would turn away from crime. Instead Piyano keeled down over the second crook that Negi had floored and crippled, finding the criminal's knife first Piyano tucked the small blade into his belt and than laid a wide spread hand upon the injured man's chest. With minor concentration Piyano flowed forth soft waves of sparkling yellow-green energy into the fallen crook. Seconds later the man's face eased from it's painful expression and his breathing regulated as the kind Namekian healed the worst of the human's wounds. Relieved of pain the criminal fell into unconsciousness and Piyano simply returned to his feet. "Well, we can give this one to the authorities at least." Piyano said to any of the group that may have still been with him instead of chasing the fleeing robber.
PWC: 623 TWC: 1,445 PL: 75,467 MWC PL: 37,733 Suppressed PL: 5,000 <--- (Ya'll sense or can scout this one)
A doer and not a talker. And that’s exactly what she meant. Why should she stand around and tell stories like a grandma when she had things to do? Rushing forward, her fisted hand aimed for her target, she’d strike the man across the cheek. A grin all her own as she had landed her attack. No matter how little damage it had done, she had succeeded in her landing! Then she’d move on with the rest of her motions. Get around this guy and beat the thief’s face in!
But what was this? Her wrist was grabbed? Wrenching her back from her original target, there was a brief look of longing for the direction she wanted to go. But the second after, she would be focused upon Marcel. Bright blue eyes fixated upon the man’s, her grin would not let up. “Kinda rude to go swinging me around!” She commented with a laugh before she even let him have a word in about her choices. Sarai was then pushed away from him, like a discarded piece of trash. A brief flash of irritation sparked in the female’s eye, but she was soon distracting herself with the others. The one man upon the ground was getting up. The one the green man held was stabbing with a knife. Who to hit?
Apparently neither. One of the random people soared forward and flattened the front cavity of a thief’s chest with an attack. But more importantly, the guy who had grabbed her was near growling at her, biting her head off, and... looking really weird. Dark ki floating around his body like a source from across the realms. A smirk upon her face, she found amusement in her natural heritage and inclination towards light, while this one was showing her darkness. Before he could even get his threat out, he was interrupted by the green man’s words.
“Maybe you should check your assholery before you go assuming I’m all grump, chump.”
With a wink of her bright blue eyes, her grin couldn’t be denied. Sarai wasn’t angry with the man in the least. He bowed then, instantly earning a near laugh and a disbelieving “Pffftt” As she’d reach out a hand to touch his head and give him a bit of a shove backwards. However. There was one detail that wouldn’t miss her attention. While one male had downed the thief with a horrible punch, the green man upon him as well. There was another.
Blonde straightening up, she’d focused her gaze upon this retreating thief. With that same smirk that she held before, she didn’t move from her place. No one took off after him. No one seemed to care. And while Sarai much preferred to use her fists, this seemed much more convenient. Pointing her finger out accusingly towards the man, those in the vicinity might feel a warmth, a slight one, but immediate and quick. The celestial bodies called upon by the Angelian would strike down the fleeing man, a light descending from the heavens like a lightning bolt and descending upon the fleeing target.
Or... so it might seem at first glance. The light leaving a mark upon the ground where it had hit, one would see the man turned around. Wide Eyed. Bleeding from the nose while holding it with his hands. He stood there shocked, then immediately took off again.
“Yea, that’s right you bastard! Next time this posse won’t save your ass and I’ll beat your face in!”
It was almost weird how much excitement was in her voice, with just an underlying hint of aggression. Sarai was irritated with the two for having robbed from the store she frequented. From people she liked. One gloved hand upon her hip, she’d spin around from facing the man and back towards the three who had come around for no reason at all.
“Not often I have three guys all up in my business.”
Her eyes finally looking to all of them, dark man being all flustered. Spike all grins and confidence. Green man... healing the theif. Raising an eyebrow, she’d comment further.
Sarai directly calls upon the celestial lights for help. Instead of needing a direct attack from herself, she points a finger at the enemy. A rage of burning light will fall from the sky to where she points and envelop the target. [25% of Sarai's PL in Damage]
Marcel's upper body remained hunched over in a bow with his eyes closed, his messy hair drooping down. His eyes opened half way when the woman spoke a bit of guilt, and disappointment on his face. He already felt bad about the mistake he was about to make, she didn't have to rub it in, glancing away as he felt the woman's hand upon his head. This was also a recurring problem for Marcel. The hybrid is normally calm in most situations, but when it comes to certain things, it would just make his blood boil. One could easily say that these bursts of anger are due to his Saiyan genes given how normally aggressive they are, Negi straight up crushing that one thug's chest without hesitation being a good example, but for Marcel, it came from a more sinister source. Another thing he despised about his demon half. The darkness is capable of engulfing him, and he could do barely anything about it. Something he wishes to gain control over before he ends up hurting someone who doesn't deserve it.
After hearing Negi, Law stood back up, and turned to look at him, seeing the downed thug that the green alien was once holding before looking back at the Saiyan. "W-was that really necessary?" Marcel asked before shaking his head, raising a hand up. "Actually, never mind I asked that..." It was a Saiyan he was talking to after all. Law most likely knew what the answer was going to be. From the corner of his eye, the hybrid noticed that the first thug who was punched down decided to make a break for it. Clenching his fists, Marcel was about to take off, and go after him as it appeared no one else was going to. They were crooks after all, and needed to face justice....PROPER justice. Before he could move however, he sensed the blonde once again, and turned his head to face her. She appeared to just be pointing at the thief, but Law could feel that ki building up. He wasn't really focusing on it at first, but there was something odd about it. It wasn't something he usually picked up on people, especially humans, but he couldn't put a finger on this ki. It was something he never felt before. Quickly, the man would turn back around, his red eyes on the thief once again as he noticed a beam of light seemingly fall from the sky. Law's eyes widened as he thought it would hit the guy! He was a thief yes, but a normal human as well. This wouldn't be any better than what Negi did, worse even! Thankfully, it appeared to just be a warning shot.
With a sigh of relief, Marcel would take to the sky as the blonde yelled out to the fleeing thief. A noisy one she was....
A shadow hovered over the running man. Once he noticed the shadow, the thief would look up to see Marcel flying over him. The man's bloody mouth gaped open in shock, but before he could do anything else, Marcel swooped down, and grabbed the thief by the back of his head, knocking him down on the concrete surface face first, hard enough to knock him unconcious. Law got up from over the downed man's body before shaking his head. Perhaps he would have given up his life of crime after going through all this, but still he had to pay for his previous crimes in the form of jail time. Marcel walked back to the group with the man over one of his shoulders as the brutish blonde spoke about the three guys, and looked down at the green man who was apparently healing the other crook. "That's...an interesting technique." Law claimed, a bit of curiosity in his tone.
He then looked up to the blonde. "Still, I am terribly sorry about how I reacted, but..." he placed the crook down next to his unconcious partner. "These are nothing, but common crooks who need to be handled as such." he finished before looking to Negi as those words were for him as well.
"What?" Negi looked to Law. It sounded like he had some word for the way he handled that last crook. Did he do something wrong? "He was about to hurt this Namekian. Or try to, anyways. I handled him the right way." Negi defended his actions to the very end. The male spitting in resistance, he didn't understand how these Earthlings were so soft. They needed to toughen the hell up, or else everyone would go and commit crimes whenever they want to. Negi could only sigh and shake his head. "My methods are mine. Deal with it, spike." The male shot a look to Law. His brow cocked and his hand in the shape of a hand gun. The action fading off and his idle stance resumed. His arms by his side and his face stern. Eyes looking about and searching for things of interest. Though, the Angelean's beam of light was quite the spectacle. The male chuckling as Law seemed taken aback by that as well. Negi, on the other side of things, really approved of Sarai's actions.
"I knew today would be great," the male thought to himself. "Good job, runt." He called to the apparent Earthling.
The dark man empowered with mysterious energy did a expert job of keep the blond human woman in front of him without causing her injury or pain, not that the blond seemed to mind in the least. Laughing and taunting the man that stood before her and justice with quips designed to antagonize. Piyano simply ignored it all however as the situation rapidly died down resulting in apologies and foolish human antics. Honestly the display was something common place on Earth in Piyano's opinion, the actions were simply normally performed by people of lower potential for destruction than this currently assembled group. Leaving the healed crook to slumber restfully upon the street Piyano watched as the other thug attempted to run away. Piyano sensed KI rise slightly around the dark male as he readied himself to fly after the criminal, but the mans action came to a halt as the blond woman assumed a confident stance and levied a finger the running man's direction. Sarai flashed a devilish grin as a sensation of warmth overtook Piyano, not outright heat but more a feeling of comfort and inspiration that imparted the feeling of a soft fire.
Raising his brow at the unique source of power ebbing and flowing off the woman Piyano watched as a ray of light descended from the skies above to glow brightly before the fleeing criminal. The crook was rightful surprised and terrified by the display, his bloody face turning back to stare at the strange group that had broken up his crimes before taking off again in a different direction. The blond woman shouted a taunt after the human as he fled, but otherwise showed no intent to move; her raw excitment didn't escape Piyano's notice however. The dark man took to the air than and quickly overtook the criminal, at first Piyano thought the dark man would offer this human a chance to surrender. That chance came in the form of a head bashing slam to the pavement forcing the crook into unconsciousness. Piyano could only sigh at the display, justified or not Piyano hated watching violence, especially against people who really couldn't defend themselves.
Awaiting the return of the dark man and his captive Piyano focused his attention of the blond human, or at least that was what he had perceived her to be until a few moments before. Both this blond and the dark man possessed unusual powers, not so much for the degree of strength shown but for the type of energy itself. One could cloak himself in shadow and darkness, the other lashed out with light itself. This man and woman existed as two opposites from each other in both source of power and the small glimpses of each ones personalities that Piyano had currently seen. The Namekian was left to shrug his shoulders at the strange pair, sometimes Earth was a small world. The blond and the Saiyan both spoke than, one quipping about men in her business, the other defending his actions to strike and laughing at the blonds display of power. This Saiyan behaved like the majority of his kind, harsh and rude; Piyano let his opinions of the man go however as he was easily powerful enough to have killed both criminals or even the blond woman and dark haired man should he so wish too. The Namekian decided he should just be happy with the Saiyan's relative calm with everything that was going on.
When the dark man landing among them again and laid his captive on the ground beside his partner Piyano's ears perked up when the Blond woman referred to him as a oddball. "I would happily enjoy being enlightened about what is so oddball about myself." Piyano said as he checked over the second man's wounds. Between the first punch and the smash to the pavement he was now more injured than the man Piyano had healed previously, but his wounds were easily survivable so the Namekian opted to leave him be. Looking up at Marcel the Namek could only nod his appreciation of Piyano's healing technique. "The healing ways are known to many on my world, it is actually quite simple to learn. Many of my peoples children can do it." Piyano explained politely as he looked out over the trio before him, Piyano's height allowing him to look down on the three with a soft smile lighting his features.
"So... who would like to contact the authorities?" Piyano asked after a moment, mostly because Piyano was not from Earth and had never called the police before. If the Namekian was being honest he didn't even know how to get a hold of the local law enforcement.
PWC: 785 TWC: 2,230 PL: 75,467 MWC PL: 37,733 Suppressed PL: 5,000 <--- (Ya'll sense or can scout this one)
The apologetic man barely reacted. Even to her ruffling his hair and giving him a light push back. These people... they needed more joy in their lives. They were all so grumpy. Didn’t they see that everyone on this street needed more life? What good where they to the area if they just continued to darken it?
No matter. Her power would light up the streets! And it literally would for one flashing moment. The light cascading from the sky in front of the other crook, the one who began to run again. But he wouldn’t get far. The one of apologies would take off after him. Flying again. Sarai wondered how powerful these men actually were. They showed up randomly and extremely quickly in a neighborhood which rarely saw any variety.
Marcel would knock the guy straight out. Sarai attempted to stifle a chuckle before returning her overall attention to this little group that had gathered. Her gaze would shift sideways to the man who rejoined them, carrying the crook he had downed over his shoulder. Was he complimenting her? Probably! Giving him a wink and a grin, she’d speak in an excited tone. “Angelians have their uses, I’ll show the world that fact.” It was spoken with drive and confidence, her large grin never leaving her features.
Chuckling a little bit at Marcel still apologizing, she’d raise a gloved hand from her hip as if to wave him off. “Don’t worry about it, shadow. I ain’t gonna cry over it.” She certainly wasn’t. She didn’t look upset in the least. And upon hearing Negi’s compliment, she’d look to him as well. Winking once again and shooting him a thumbs up held out in front of her body, she’d react similarly. “You beat me to my punch!”
Marcel laid the crook beside his partner and near the green man. This Piyano would turn his attention upon Sarai and question her statement. With her grin and a brief shrug of her shoulders, she’d answer. “Not too many around here would offer help, let alone heal up someone who creates damage.” Taking a few steps to cross the distance between them. Standing before the two jerks who robbed the store and near to the Namekian, she’d reach out a hand towards the one Piyano hadn’t healed. With a similar warmth centering around her being, light revolving around her hand in a mix of ki and borrowed light that almost created a vacuum of darkness around her limb, the light would transfer itself. Over the body of the second man and near instantaneously lessen his wounds.
“In my world, I have a few tricks too.”
With a grin, she was almost challenging the green man as she spoke. But at this point, the girl did appear a little weary. Drawing her hand to her forehead and wiping a bit of sweat from her brow with her gloved hand. Then, she’d hear him speak. Contact the authorities?
The blonde burst out laughing. She couldn’t help it. “Yeah. Like they care.” A quick kick to one of the man’s boots, she’d then walk away from the downed pair. Throwing her hands up behind her head and walking away from Piyano, she’d give one last glance before turning her gaze individually to the three of them.
“So once again. What the hell are you all doing here anyway?”
By absorbing the light and energies around her, Sarai is able to near instantly heal wounds, cuts, bruises, and injuries on either her or her comrades. [Able to Heal Small to Medium Wounds/25% of a warrior's PL]
Marcel glanced over at the blonde as she spoke. Apparently she thought that comment about the technique was aimed at her, but instead it was to the green man. Noticing that wink, and grin, Marcel quickly looked away with an not amused expression on his face, his, but cheeks now glowing a faint red. "That wasn't for you, but....okay." Marcel finished, his tone a bit lower than usual. When it came to women, and even the slightest sign of flirting, or anything that appeared that way, Marcel was terrible at it. The hybrid would walk over to the green alien shortly after as he started to heal the crook he brought over. The hybrid crouched down, and looked at the thug with a bit of remorse on his face. Though he didn't like pointless violence, Marcel was pretty much no different than Negi, and the blonde, but of course the man is half Saiyan. As evident from earlier, Marcel has his angry moments which were something he'd like to get the hang of one day. He could've handled this better, and by the look on his face, he knew.
The green man began to speak of his healing abilities, catching Marcel's attention. "I see." he said as he looked up to the man with a small smile. They were lucky that this man was around, or things might've taken a more fatal turn. It was also nice to know that an ability like this actually exists. It was unfortunate that it seemed to only be exclusive to this alien's race. The hybrid wondered what he was, having never met someone like him before, and where he came from, but didn't want to come off as rude, so kept to himself about it. "A very interesting technique it truly is." Law complimented once more with a smile before getting up, and back over to the other two to address them on how poorly they handled the situation, the possibility of them killing those two crooks which led to Negi speaking up, defending his violent antics like any pure blood Saiyan would do. As Negi used the alien as an example to try, and justify his actions, Marcel shook his head some, and looked over to the tall guy. "I'm confident that they wouldn't have been able to do any damage to him." he claimed, going by the power he could sense off of him. From what he felt the...Namekian as Negi called him had about the same amount of power as the hybrid did currently which was more than enough. "How you handled this was foolish even more so than the woman, and myself, Negi." he stated, even calling himself out on how he knocked out the second thug not too long ago. He highly doubted that these words would get to him due to pride, but still Marcel wasn't going to stay silent about it. Marcel is part Saiyan after all, so he will stick by his own beliefs just as much as the full blood is sticking to his own, not caring about how strong he could possibly be. With that, Marcel decided to not keep this argument going as it would just bring them nowhere.
Law's red eyes quickly darted from Negi to the woman who made her way to the thug. Marcel fully turned himself around to face her as something generated around her hand towards one of the unconcious men. She wasn't seriously about to try something stupid was she!? The man is already down! As he took one step towards her however, the slightly paranoid hybrid noticed that she was actually....healing him as well! Not only did this action coming from her surprise him, but the fact that she seemed human also gave Law a bit of hope that this healing thing might not be species exclusive. Perhaps he could find a way to learn it himself to better help others. As the Namekian brought up calling the authorities, Marcel looked up to him. "I can take them to a nearby station actua-" before he could finish, the woman interrupted him, claiming that the law wouldn't care.
Marcel continued to look at her for a bit, slight annoyance on his face. He wanted to safe something, but then again...there was a bit of truth with those words. He has personally seen some officers abusing their powers in one way, or another. Not all of them were like that, but still it sickened him that there were people like this. The hybrid looked down at the crooks once more as the woman questioned all of them again. ".....Making sure...things were okay." he claimed with a defeated tone.
Piyano could only chuckle to himself as the blond woman continued with her tirade of nicknames and superficial grins. This human clearly wasn't taking anything around her seriously, but she was having fun. The Namekian had once heard a expression here on Earth, life is only worth living if you were enjoying it right? The tall green alien could see a lot of this statement in the young blond. As silly as Piyano found it all though he did agree that the dark man with the mysterious power did fit the bill of a nickname like shadow. At least as much as Piyano could easily be called green. Eventually the woman went on too explain her meaning of addressing Piyano as a oddball, she went on to explain that few people would offer aid, let alone offer aid to the criminal party afterward.
Too the Namekian it was much more 'oddball' that people would not come to the aid of others, both parties involved in any scenario deserved respect and care in the alien's point of view. Besides the defeated crooks laying before him were far to powerless to cause true harm, even among the masses of untrained humans to be found on Earth. "Their crimes were small and petty, hardly worth a death sentence. Once I ensured the child and workers were unharmed I paid for the stolen goods before heading this way. It is what any good person would have done." Piyano said in response to Sarai's explanation. Hoping his words would help her to understand that Piyano had only done what he felt was right. The dark man than expressed further interest in Piyano's healing technique, the Namekian could only smile his thanks to the dark stranger. "Maybe one day I will teach it too you." he said in a friendly manner, just before the blond woman came forward and extended her own hand toward the robber Marcel had smashed to the ground.
Another feeling of warmth flushed out from the woman for all to feel, light mixed with energy and Piyano watched as the human healed the second crook before his very eyes. The technique was different to be sure, its source and its specifics, but in the end the man had been healed and Piyano found himself impressed. "That or you can learn from this young one here." the Namekian said before chuckling softly. Sarai finished by saying her world had a few tricks too. This could have meant anything Piyano knew, but he doubted that the woman meant Earth. The way this blonds energy felt simply didn't feel human... it felt like something more. The Namek had caught the girls earlier comment about Angelians, but having never heard of the species before the green man could do little beyond tuck that shred of information aside for later use.
Tension rose as the dark man went off on his Saiyan friend, explaining how what the tailed man had done was wrong. Piyano couldn't exactly say that he disagreed and so let the whole berating affair play out. When it was all said and done though the crooks were alive and everything had been sorted out, even the stolen goods could easily be brought back to the convenience store by the blond woman as soon as she decided to head back that direction. Lifting his water bottle to his lips Piyano took a steady drink as the blond and the dark man spoke over the local law enforcement. "I am sure we can bring these two ourselves if we must, surely even a lax policing force would not turn away criminals handed to them on their door step." Piyano said lifting one of the men off the ground, cradling him like one would a sleeping child.
The blond than went on to question the other threes appearance, Piyano had sort of already answered the woman but he saw no harm in saying it again. "I was in the same store as you when this crime occurred. After making sure no one was hurt I left to head home, only to sense the power of you three so I came to look. It seems I wasn't needed however, which is just as well to me." the Namekian said with a smile as he started to walk out of the alley with a crook slung in his arms.
PWC: 730 TWC: 2,960 PL: 75,467 MWC PL: 37,733 Suppressed PL: 5,000 <--- (Ya'll sense or can scout this one)
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