Post by Celerous on Aug 24, 2017 11:40:54 GMT -5
Job: Expansion Project [Level 2]
Character’s Participating: Celerous Fark
Why Celerous had agreed to fighting literal dinosaurs, he would never remember. As the large scaled lizard charged him, with its short claws outreached and it’s large maw open, Celerous mentally cursed every god or deity figure he could think of. The dinosaur barreled its way through a solid oak tree, uprooting it with the sheer force of its momentum. With its head, it knocked aside a boulder that Celerous would have sworn was the size of a hill. With a yelp, the hybrid threw himself out of the way as the large lizard’s bulky head slammed into the ground he had just been standing on.
As dirt was kicked into the air from the impact, Celerous leapt onto the dinosaur’s scaled leg, and boosted himself up from there, up onto its back. The beast was still dazed from its head on collision with the earth below, and the half-breed decided to capitalize on it. He sprinted down its back, past the nape, and hauled himself onto the damn things head. As its skull came rearing back (whether the mighty beast was trying to shake off its concussion, or throw him free, Celerous wasn’t sure), Celerous ripped his blade free from its sheathe, and plunged it into the dinosaur’s rough crown. The steel cut through scale and bone alike, slipping past as if it were cutting warm butter.
The beast roared and (if possible) screeched as it collapsed to the ground entirely, and blood spurted around the wound, drenching Celerous. He coughed and spit, and wrenched his blade free from its fleshy sheath. He dismounted the now dead dinosaur, and pet the side of its head.
“Sorry buddy, but I’ve got a job to do, and you weren’t making it any easier.”
The hybrid turned to the rest of the field he was clearing, as he used the clean part of his gi to wipe the blood from his blade. The slain dinosaur had actually been quite a bit of help, tearing down the trees and crushing the boulders that pervaded the otherwise flat land. Had Celerous opted to let the thing live, he might’ve had to pay the lizard for assisting him with his job.
A small village had contracted the Saiyan to clear out the plains to the west of the community, so that they might expand into a town, and bring proper trade to the region. It was simple work, or rather, it should have been. Smashing rocks and uprooting trees was barely laborious for the bulky Saiyan, except for maybe the heat he was doing it in. The wildlife, on the other hand, plagued him with a whole set of problems. The dinosaurs (seriously, who the fuck builds a village near a pack of dinosaurs) were incredibly territorial, and went on a rampage almost the very second he stepped foot in the field. And then there were the deer, which were almost just as bad.
He had been minding his own business, uprooting trees and throwing them in a neatly stacked pile, when a large buck had literally trampled over him. After clearing his mouth of the shit and mud, he had picked himself up, just to see the frightened thing charging at him, full bore. If it wasn’t for the sword on his back, which he used to block the buck’s antlers, Celerous would have been speared through. He almost felt bad when he blasted the thing open. Almost. His father had taught him that a kill in self-defence wasn’t worth feeling guilty over.
At least he had lunch.
Celerous sheathed his now clean blade, and tore the weighted gi jacket and shirt from his body, leaving the fouled garments by the dinosaur’s corpse. Silently thank Kami for the warm weather, who had cursed only a minute before, he got back to work. Rocks were smashed, and their shards were tossed into a pile near the lumber. Trees were uprooted, their branches stripped, and the logs neatly stacked. It was mind numbing work, but Celerous didn’t mind it. After the affair with Plasma, and almost being eaten, he actually welcomed it. Sweating or not, one afternoon where he could clear his mind of the fear of death was welcomed.
Except for the fear of being pierced to death by antlers. Or chewed to death by a mighty dinosaur.
Maybe it wasn’t such a great afternoon after all. With a snort, Celerous realized that almost everything he’d done since leaving home came with the threat of death. Fighting Plasma, the job with ExGen, that one girl he fought in the country, and even his own training put him far closer to the void than he would have liked. It seemed menial labor was no different. He sighed as he tossed another log onto the every growing pile he had stacked. What he wouldn’t give for a cosy house, no mansion, with a pool. Maybe a training room to keep sharp. But it would definitely have to have a fluffy bed. As much as Celerous like camping, he didn’t want to live in his tent for the rest of his life.
Maybe he should start saving for a place of his own, starting with the money he would make from this job. He had plenty of zeni saved in the bank, probably enough to buy a house. How much more would he really need for a mans-
A guttural roar cut through the air, followed by another, and after that, yet one more. With an annoyed groan, Celerous resigned himself to the fact that another tussle was coming. And it seemed that this one would be even more of a workout than the last. Celerous let himself float away from the treeline, and out into the cleared areas of the field. As if on cue, three big dinosaurs, each as terrifyingly huge as the last one, came out of the woodworks, crashing through the trees he had been tasked with uprooting.
At least the ugly things were consistent with doing his job for him.
The first one charged for him, and snapped its toothy jaws. Celerous dashed above its sharp maw, and came down with a powerful kick, that knocked the thing into the ground. The second one actually leapt for him, and the hybrid actually had to let loose a panicked barrage of Ki blasts to repel it. It stumbled backwards, burnt and bleeding from Celerous’s exerted energy. The third one was smart, and had crept up behind the Saiyan warrior while he had been busy fending off its other two brethren.
Or at least, it would have been a smart move, had Celerous not anticipated such a thing. With called cry, the crimson glow of Celerous’s Flare Fire energy wave pierced its skull. It crumped to the ground, with a large and smoking hole in its head.
Hearing a pained roar, the hybrid spun back around to face his two other foes. The first dinosaur had gotten back up, and closed in on him with the second beast. Celerous yelled once more for his prefered energy wave, with his hands outstretched. This time, however, it was two waves of crimson energy that burst forth. The two beams drilled through each dinosaur, right through their fleshy necks. Two more corpses hit the ground.
Celerous lowered himself to the dirt, and collapsed onto his butt. He leaned back, letting his arms hold his weight above the ground. A groan escaped his lips, and once again, Celerous wondered why anyone would want to live in a village near a pack of irritated dinosaurs. Hell, why did they even want to expand onto their land? That was asking for the stupid lizards to come through and raze the town. Unless, of course, they had some form of defense against the things. Which they didn’t, Celerous knew, otherwise he wouldn’t have been tasked with clearing the field from inanimate objects AND wildlife alike.
On the bright side, however, it seemed like the wildlife had just finished the job for him. The remaining trees and boulders he had been removing had been smashed clean through by the dinosaurs, as they had rampaged and charged in his general direction. All that was left was to stack the wood and collect the rock shards left in their wake. Then it was time to get paid.
Being fueled by the thought of money, Celerous leapt to his feet. He found the destroyed logs and shattered stone, and made quick work of sorting the resources properly. Then he promptly dragged all of the corpses, (of which there were five in total, counting the buck) near the piles of stacked logs. He didn’t know what to do with the bodies, as he had not been told whether to collect or discard them, so he figured he’d leave them together and let his contracted bosses deal with it.
He threw his ruined gi jacket and shirt over his shoulder, and began the trek back into the village. His job was done, and it was time to go collect his reward.
Character’s Participating: Celerous Fark
Why Celerous had agreed to fighting literal dinosaurs, he would never remember. As the large scaled lizard charged him, with its short claws outreached and it’s large maw open, Celerous mentally cursed every god or deity figure he could think of. The dinosaur barreled its way through a solid oak tree, uprooting it with the sheer force of its momentum. With its head, it knocked aside a boulder that Celerous would have sworn was the size of a hill. With a yelp, the hybrid threw himself out of the way as the large lizard’s bulky head slammed into the ground he had just been standing on.
As dirt was kicked into the air from the impact, Celerous leapt onto the dinosaur’s scaled leg, and boosted himself up from there, up onto its back. The beast was still dazed from its head on collision with the earth below, and the half-breed decided to capitalize on it. He sprinted down its back, past the nape, and hauled himself onto the damn things head. As its skull came rearing back (whether the mighty beast was trying to shake off its concussion, or throw him free, Celerous wasn’t sure), Celerous ripped his blade free from its sheathe, and plunged it into the dinosaur’s rough crown. The steel cut through scale and bone alike, slipping past as if it were cutting warm butter.
The beast roared and (if possible) screeched as it collapsed to the ground entirely, and blood spurted around the wound, drenching Celerous. He coughed and spit, and wrenched his blade free from its fleshy sheath. He dismounted the now dead dinosaur, and pet the side of its head.
“Sorry buddy, but I’ve got a job to do, and you weren’t making it any easier.”
The hybrid turned to the rest of the field he was clearing, as he used the clean part of his gi to wipe the blood from his blade. The slain dinosaur had actually been quite a bit of help, tearing down the trees and crushing the boulders that pervaded the otherwise flat land. Had Celerous opted to let the thing live, he might’ve had to pay the lizard for assisting him with his job.
A small village had contracted the Saiyan to clear out the plains to the west of the community, so that they might expand into a town, and bring proper trade to the region. It was simple work, or rather, it should have been. Smashing rocks and uprooting trees was barely laborious for the bulky Saiyan, except for maybe the heat he was doing it in. The wildlife, on the other hand, plagued him with a whole set of problems. The dinosaurs (seriously, who the fuck builds a village near a pack of dinosaurs) were incredibly territorial, and went on a rampage almost the very second he stepped foot in the field. And then there were the deer, which were almost just as bad.
He had been minding his own business, uprooting trees and throwing them in a neatly stacked pile, when a large buck had literally trampled over him. After clearing his mouth of the shit and mud, he had picked himself up, just to see the frightened thing charging at him, full bore. If it wasn’t for the sword on his back, which he used to block the buck’s antlers, Celerous would have been speared through. He almost felt bad when he blasted the thing open. Almost. His father had taught him that a kill in self-defence wasn’t worth feeling guilty over.
At least he had lunch.
Celerous sheathed his now clean blade, and tore the weighted gi jacket and shirt from his body, leaving the fouled garments by the dinosaur’s corpse. Silently thank Kami for the warm weather, who had cursed only a minute before, he got back to work. Rocks were smashed, and their shards were tossed into a pile near the lumber. Trees were uprooted, their branches stripped, and the logs neatly stacked. It was mind numbing work, but Celerous didn’t mind it. After the affair with Plasma, and almost being eaten, he actually welcomed it. Sweating or not, one afternoon where he could clear his mind of the fear of death was welcomed.
Except for the fear of being pierced to death by antlers. Or chewed to death by a mighty dinosaur.
Maybe it wasn’t such a great afternoon after all. With a snort, Celerous realized that almost everything he’d done since leaving home came with the threat of death. Fighting Plasma, the job with ExGen, that one girl he fought in the country, and even his own training put him far closer to the void than he would have liked. It seemed menial labor was no different. He sighed as he tossed another log onto the every growing pile he had stacked. What he wouldn’t give for a cosy house, no mansion, with a pool. Maybe a training room to keep sharp. But it would definitely have to have a fluffy bed. As much as Celerous like camping, he didn’t want to live in his tent for the rest of his life.
Maybe he should start saving for a place of his own, starting with the money he would make from this job. He had plenty of zeni saved in the bank, probably enough to buy a house. How much more would he really need for a mans-
A guttural roar cut through the air, followed by another, and after that, yet one more. With an annoyed groan, Celerous resigned himself to the fact that another tussle was coming. And it seemed that this one would be even more of a workout than the last. Celerous let himself float away from the treeline, and out into the cleared areas of the field. As if on cue, three big dinosaurs, each as terrifyingly huge as the last one, came out of the woodworks, crashing through the trees he had been tasked with uprooting.
At least the ugly things were consistent with doing his job for him.
The first one charged for him, and snapped its toothy jaws. Celerous dashed above its sharp maw, and came down with a powerful kick, that knocked the thing into the ground. The second one actually leapt for him, and the hybrid actually had to let loose a panicked barrage of Ki blasts to repel it. It stumbled backwards, burnt and bleeding from Celerous’s exerted energy. The third one was smart, and had crept up behind the Saiyan warrior while he had been busy fending off its other two brethren.
Or at least, it would have been a smart move, had Celerous not anticipated such a thing. With called cry, the crimson glow of Celerous’s Flare Fire energy wave pierced its skull. It crumped to the ground, with a large and smoking hole in its head.
Hearing a pained roar, the hybrid spun back around to face his two other foes. The first dinosaur had gotten back up, and closed in on him with the second beast. Celerous yelled once more for his prefered energy wave, with his hands outstretched. This time, however, it was two waves of crimson energy that burst forth. The two beams drilled through each dinosaur, right through their fleshy necks. Two more corpses hit the ground.
Celerous lowered himself to the dirt, and collapsed onto his butt. He leaned back, letting his arms hold his weight above the ground. A groan escaped his lips, and once again, Celerous wondered why anyone would want to live in a village near a pack of irritated dinosaurs. Hell, why did they even want to expand onto their land? That was asking for the stupid lizards to come through and raze the town. Unless, of course, they had some form of defense against the things. Which they didn’t, Celerous knew, otherwise he wouldn’t have been tasked with clearing the field from inanimate objects AND wildlife alike.
On the bright side, however, it seemed like the wildlife had just finished the job for him. The remaining trees and boulders he had been removing had been smashed clean through by the dinosaurs, as they had rampaged and charged in his general direction. All that was left was to stack the wood and collect the rock shards left in their wake. Then it was time to get paid.
Being fueled by the thought of money, Celerous leapt to his feet. He found the destroyed logs and shattered stone, and made quick work of sorting the resources properly. Then he promptly dragged all of the corpses, (of which there were five in total, counting the buck) near the piles of stacked logs. He didn’t know what to do with the bodies, as he had not been told whether to collect or discard them, so he figured he’d leave them together and let his contracted bosses deal with it.
He threw his ruined gi jacket and shirt over his shoulder, and began the trek back into the village. His job was done, and it was time to go collect his reward.