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’Winner, Sinthe!’ In spite of the wave of applause which swept over the arena the Anubian continued to stand stock still right where he’d fired from, his hand and arm now somewhat limp, his eyes wide at the show of force he’d displayed in ejecting his opponent from the arena completely. Maybe he had overdone it a bit after all. Yeah, probably should have powered down for that one. Just maybe.
His dumbstruck expression quickly broke into one of genuine gladness for being done with his fight, even as he issued a somewhat nervous peal of laughter at the ridiculousness of that resolution. He’d better not be dead. I mean that would be just my luck. They never usually die though. Not entirely true but then it was an exceedingly rare occurrence in which he held himself back for any purpose other than being able to gloat. In the end though it had turned out to be a good fight and he had stumbled upon something quite interesting which might be worth keeping in mind for the near future. From what low expectations he had going in to this fight he now felt thoroughly satisfied.
He doubted that the feeling would last very long, but there it was.
Smiling to himself still he folded his other hand behind his back and proceeded towards the exit. There was something there that caught his attention though, halting in the doorway he sniffed, scenting the air which carried something sweet. Suddenly he wasn’t quite as satisfied as he had been.
’Is that? Is someone eating donuts back here?’ WC: 265 TWC: 3.680 [Exit and End]
It was clear, even before his power had fully died down that Suusao was very much humbled by having fought Sinthe and even if that weren’t the case what he had to say next more than confirmed it. Seemed as though he’d achieved his stated aim in quite good fashion and now he looked on the boy in a drastically different light.
’I see. Very well then, in respect of your humility I shall dispatch you with all my power.’ Quite apart now from the masochistic streak he had displayed before, Sinthe reckoned that showing the extent of his powers as of that moment might give the young warrior something to shoot for in the future. Whether or not he was able to achieve any such thing was not the Anubian’s business nor his care, that was all down to Suusao. If they did happen to meet up when he had grown stronger then so much the better. Sinthe would of course continue to grow in power himself, but he lacked for good sparring partners and securing one early might be to his benefit.
That’s if he could put the work in to keep pace of course.
With a sly smile Sinthe turned sideways to his opponent, folding one arm back behind him as he raised the nearest one, pointing a single finger in Suusao’s direction, aiming for the dead centre of his chest as a ball of golden orange ki flickered to life on the tip of his claw. The little ord crackled and swelled as he poured more power in to it but scarcely grew bigger than his fingertip. He was pretty sure he could hold back enough, otherwise this would be a short tournament for both of them. Yeah, he had it under control. Rather than pierce right through him as it normally would Sinthe would dull the impact of his attack, it’d still hurt like hell but the lasting damage would be minimal.
Confident in his ability to hold back despite it never really being his strong suit Sinthe let fly his beam of energy which flew straight and swift for Suusao’s centre. He expected the mere force of it might render him unconscious, it would certainly be debilitating enough that he’d no longer be able to continue and thinking about it the impact might just toss him out. It was kind of exciting really waiting to see just how he’d win. WC: 406 [OT-3] Annihilator Beam [100% Damage]: 58,393
There was something very satisfying about feeling an opponent’s face buckle under the impact of a well placed head butt, something almost primal in it which Sinthe didn’t quite know how to describe. As inelegant a striking technique as it was it was pleasing to him if not the crowd, who gave his subsequent throw a much bigger pop as they watched one of the combatants plummet back down towards terra firma. Honestly he thought that might have been it. His strikes while not explicitly crippling certainly must have been deflating to be on the receiving end of, but it seemed that this young Saiyan lad was not one to just go ahead and roll over either. He found himself going back and forth on the issue in his mind these days, whether or not that stubborn refusal to just stop was something admirable or whether it was as it appeared on its face merely ignorant.
At the very least, he thought, it must make for a decent watch.
Then like a flash something skipped across the periphery of his senses and he found himself staring with wide eyes at Suusao whom he had neglected in favour of his internal debate. His power was rising now, not fluctuating as it had done before, by rising steadily and quickly, exceeding even his own. It was tempting to raise his own power again then and there, but it was all very well and good to summon up this sort of strength, what remained to be seen was if Suusao could maintain it long enough to do anything meaningful.
Whatever the case he was fast now, really fast. Sinthe’s eyes could keep up with him, but just barely. He saw clearly enough that Suusao was about to whip round him and attack from behind, so rather than risk taking the hit he decided to show off his own speed. Suusao’s attack would hit alright, but it would hit only an image the Anubian had left behind, striking clean through before it vanished.
Bobbing and weaving towards the ground at high speeds he would leave two or three more to frustrate any follow up attacks before finally he emerged back down in the ring itself. ’It appears you can fight a little after all,’ he complimented the young man, raising a hand and making a pincer motion with two of his fingers. ’A little,’ he repeated the words in a far less magnanimous tone, highlighting the more insulting part of his back-handed compliment. ’But you’re at your limit now aren’t you? Whereas I…’
Now wrapped in the soft purple glow his his own power again he began to raise his ki, surpassing Suusao yet again but still keeping them on a roughly even keel. As the light faded he would stand at the ready, far more guarded than he had been at any other point in the fight, but still with a sort of relaxed air about him which revealed itself no better than in the way he continued to speak. ’I’m only just beginning to plumb the depths of my power.’ WC: 518 [ST-1] Afterimage: 100% Dodge Trans: 25% Power {x5}: 58,393
Sinthe’s plan appeared as though it was going to work, with no real way to mount an attack, to push forward there was little that Suusao could do other than retreat bit by bit, step by step towards the edge of the ring. Standing one’s ground sounded like a good, solid, courageous thing to do but the practicalities of battle were a little harsher than to allow that sort of thinking to bear fruits. Even falling back Suusao occasionally felt the sting of one of Sinthe’s punches, his kicks less so since they were a little slower to wind up, but if he could score just one of them then maybe he could capitalize for a winning move.
As he expected when it came to the possibility of a ring out Suusao elected to try and go over him and he followed just as he’d intended. What he didn’t intend on however was being caught fast by his opponent, who, despite taking one of those kicks Sinthe had thought to depend on, managed to apture both of his arms and hold them fast. Oh he was sure enough that if he applied enough brute force he might break loose easily enough, but he was struck all of a sudden with another much more fun solution. If Suusao wanted to get in close, then they’d get close.
Twisting about in his opponent’s grasp Sinthe managed to seize hold of Suusao’s own forearms just as assuredly as the young hybrid held his own, his claws dug in satisfyingly to the fabric of Suusao’s sleeve and likely as not nicked the flesh beneath. Now straining his muscles Sinthe pulled both their arms in so that they crossed between them and then, dropping them down pulled Suusao sharply towards him, looking to plant a headbutt squarely on his opponent’s nose.
Then with a very likely dazed opponent he would turn into Suusao so that they were back to front and bending at the waist heave the boy over his shoulder, letting him go and hurling him back down to the middle of the ring. He’d wanted to avoid a ring out after all, who was Sinthe to be any less than accommodating? If he hadn’t been a Saiyan, well a partial Saiyan anyway, the Anubian might have been more surprised at the fact he didn’t simply step down to avoid the beating he was now on the wrong end of but at least he didn’t just stand there stubbornly and allow himself to be pulverized. WC: 421 Using Melee {1,751} to try and stagger Suusao and throw him back to the ring.
The Anubian let out a low growl as his heel cracked the ring’s surface, splintering it with a spider web of cracks all across the tile’s surface. So that was what he’d been doing, he thought, as Suusao’s fist closed on him. His head snapped backwards as the blow connected but he had braced himself not to be carried up with his opponent, merely taking one shaky step backwards and then another as he tried to reestablish his balance. Though, it was quite strange, the impact.
’Hm. Doesn’t hurt at all,’ he observed before lowering his chin and glaring at Suusao again. ’A fair effort nonetheless. You used your ki to activate your muscles and move faster like that isn’t that right. It does make you quite a lot faster, but your blows on the other hand, they have almost no force at all.’ Finally he unfolded his arms, letting them drop to his sides, it was a simple gesture given quite a more sinister connotation in the context of their fight. Perhaps now Sinthe was ready to fight for real. ’Is this what passes for warriors in this age?’
It seemed like he was asking of no one in particular seeing as how he wasn’t about to give Suusao the chance to answer. Rather than shoot straight for him this time though and risk another easy counterattack Sinthe zig-zagged across the ring toward his opponent looking to catch him off guard. As well as this instead of committing to a single strike he unleashed a flurry of kicks as he came close to keep Suusao on the defensive before he then rained punches on him as well, seeking to keep him backing up and unable to launch an assault of his own. He’d continue to alternate in this pattern each time he paused his attack, looking to catch his opponent unawares.
From what he’d seen of him however, Sinthe didn’t expect that he’d just stand there and get hit, he was playing the defensive game after all, the trick was to work him around the rung, back him up to an edge or better yet a corner where he could not easily run away. Even if he tried to fly his way out that was something Sinthe was prepared for, if they happened to spill out of the ring then it would be all the easier to throw him out. WC: 401 More Melee: 1,751
Feeling his leg connectr and the satisfying resistance that followed before Suusao was struck aside Sinthe landed gently on the ball of one foot. Almost dainty in fact. It would be clear to everyone by now who the match favored in the way that Sinthe was not so much fighting, no, even this early he was performing. Not usually one to go in for out and out showing off (displays of force where necessary, sure) he’d kind of been taken aback by the crowd reaction that he’d garnered, well that they’d both garnered really. So much so in fact that he was honestly smiling when he saw again the state of his enemy. A palpable hit it seemed.
Suusao had raised a valid point though and if indeed this were to be an education for him then the least that the Anubian could do was answer his questions for him. Otherwise he’d just have been a sadist and he definitely wasn’t that. So while the young warrior elected to indulge in puerile taunts, Sinthe would try to be constructive and feed his hungry mind.
’Not at all, I’m not one of these mewling Earth cats that you call Zoans. In fact I am something far beyond your mortal sphere of experience. You don’t really need to know any more than that.’
It wasn’t like anything the boy could ever say would get to him, he was only a boy after all and Sinthe was fully aware that he was being goaded in to [ressing forward. Sometimes though the best way to counter a trap was to spring it and he’d quickly concluded that such was the case here despite the fluctuation in the boy’s ki. What could he possibly throw at Sinthe that he could not just bat aside?
Shifting his posture slightly, he put his weight on the other leg now and brought his arms forward to cross over his chest. In much the same move he burst forward, but this time at a slightly steeper angle and instead of attacking from the sides he came from above, tucking and rolling forward to aim an axe kick towards Suusao’s shoulder. So as well as getting all his own limbs involved systematically it seemed as though he was going to work Suusao over in much the same way but top to bottom.
He was many things to many people, but none could ever accuse him of not being thorough when it came to outpourings of violence. WC: 416 Another Basic Melee {5%}: 1,751
In any other situation Sinthe would have just got up and left, okay no, in any other situation Sinthe would have got up, blown the Lookout to hell and then left. That wouldn’t exactly be a great foundation for what he hoped to be a good working relationship though. Honestly how was one even supposed to begin to phrase that? “I’m sorry I blew up your worldly possessions,” would probably be a fine start, but he wasn’t about to drop out of this quite annoying conversation in order to assume the burden of that one.
Normally of course he was never actually sorry and so he could probably count the number of times he’d had that particular annoying conversation on one hand… hell, he could probably use his tail.
Speaking of the boring and burdensome, Carmel had elected to act thusly and rather than be obliged to become violent Sinthe instead evacuated his person from the affected area with a sudden burst of speed. Or, to put it another way, got his furry ass outta there sharpish. Just because he looked like he was lollygagging it hardly followed that he was an easy mark. Settling this time around the other side of their little sit in and now sporting his own filled cup, he extended a single claw in the direction of that cheeky, foxy lady, no longer bothering to hold back his ki. He wasn’t going to do anything, or he was pretty sure as he continued to point right at Carmel’s head that he wasn’t going to do anything, he just needed to make his point. Nothing stopping him from doing some finger wagging of his own.
Hehe, point. His finger still levelled at the fox lady he turned his head back towards Cleo.
’You are of course correct. However “innocents” die every single day, just because these ones happened to be a little closer to you personally doesn’t make them any more worthy of salvation. Whether it’s a Kami or an honest to gods God, neither are here to kiss your boo-boos and assure you it’ll all be okay. Neither is here to sweep down out of the clouds and save you from the monsters, this idea of the Kami as a hero just doesn’t hold water I’m afraid. I mean what would be the point in your much adored free will? The planet’s the thing, one might say, not so much the unfortunates who have to live on the thing. My point is that you lost your little clubhouse and now you’re fixing to blame someone. Well had it occurred to any of you that you might have actually just… what’s an Earth thing… backed the wrong horse?’
He paused momentarily, taking a large, loud slurp of his tea as he did.
’’Ah, that’s actually pretty nice. No, I didn’t think you had.’ WC: 477 [Power no longer suppressed.]
Ah! So that was it! Demon and Saiyan in one package, to be sure it was a fierce combination even by the standard that Sinthe was more used to. He imagined the brash and erratic nature of both races would be likely to bring out the very best in one another, one blade sharpening the other as it were. As he continued to pace he slid two of his claws together behind his back as the thought occurred to him. Keeping his conclusions to himself, as well as reserving any proper judgment for when he had seen Suusao in action he listened intently as his opponent finished.
’I see,’ Sinthe practically growled the words, sounding not one bit pleased with the answer that he’d been given. He paused in his circuit of the ring, striking the uniform tile with his tail in agitation so hard that he actually cracked it and faced down his opponent again, now knowing which path he would have to take. Fun time. ’The arrogance of a Demon or Saiyan to claim godhood cannot be overlooked. For impugning the honor of the gods it seems I am to punish you.’ As the Anubian finished speaking his body would glow softly with a purplish energy which clung close to his skin and all those in attendance would be able to feel his power rise should they possess the skill. It would die down quickly as his power settled at its ten percent mark, technically more like two point five with the way he was weighed down but that was just for him to know.
Taking a single step forwards he bent his knee and kicked off from the ground, flying head first for Suusaio as though he were a bullet but rather than plough in to the hybrid at full speed he suddenly span off to one side, straightening up and lashing out with a spinning back heel meant to smash into Suusao’s head and topple him over towards the edge of the ring.
He was not of course, intending to ring the young man out, not by any means. As the grandson of a proper God, Sinthe felt it his duty to instruct this boy in just how mistaken he was. Really when it came down to it the beating was for his own good. He expected he’d do Suusao a lot of good before this fight was over and done with. WC: 406 Ten Percent Power {x3}: 35,036 Basic Melee {5%}: 1,751
Sinthe was at first not overly impressed with his opponent. On the face of it he looked to be nothing more than a regular Earthling right down to the clothes that he wore and there were many opponents who wouldn’t think to look any deeper. Sinthe though had caught a whiff of his energy even before he’d appeared. He was certainly anything other than an Earthling, but he couldn’t really stick a pin in it. It felt like, what did it feel like? Makai? No, there was something else.
’Whiskers…? Oh right, on account of me being... Yeah.’ Discounting the fact that he didn’t actually have whiskers it was kind of a good one, pity it was going to be the last one he got. Before that though there was something which bothered Sinthe that he was only now remembering. In truth Suusao Yukimura was not the only name which he’d heard attached to this belligerent fighter who now stood before him. What really bothered him about this “Demi-God of East City” was exactly that. How dare such a petty creature from such a petty world make any claims upon godhood. As much as it might have annoyed the Anubian, he managed to keep a fairly level head, still standing bolt straight and not adopting a more guarded stance or making any aggressive moves.
’Before we finish up, I do have one thing which I wished to ask you. Indulge me for but a moment and then I will be more than happy to “show you what I’m made of” as you say.’ He didn’t like this one, he REALLY didn’t like this one. It might very well be overcompensating or something of the kind, but he was cocky in the extreme on top of his apparent blasphemies. If this were any kind of tournament then Sinthe would have taken a great amount of pleasure to separate him from his breath, but these Earthlings had that stupid non-lethal prohibition in place.
Stepping off to one side Sinthe began to make a broad circuit of the ring, not even strafing around his opponent, but walking as though he were out on an evening’s stroll. ’You call yourself a demi-god or so I hear. The pride of it alone is worthy of rebuke, but what I wanted to know was do you believe it to be true?’ Depending on the answer this fight could go one of two ways and quite honestly Sinthe wasn’t sure which of them he’d prefer. One of them was easier sure, but the other was much more fun. WC: 431
Sinthe had kept mostly to himself while he’d been attending the World Martial Arts Tournament, but as he’d expected it was inevitable that he recognized some of the ki signatures which now permeated the area nearby. Some of them were a lot bigger than what he recalled and while it intrigued him to know what they’d been doing to make such progress it was really only a small part of him that was at all bothered. The vast majority of him wanted to keep lazing around in the sun until his name was called. This being the case he knew almost nothing about his first opponent other than that their name was apparently Suusao Yukimura… or Yukimura Suusao. Mortal names were such a drag, there were far too many of them floating around for things to be kept simple.
Maybe he should do something about that one day, he thought. Pfft, too much of a bother. Kinda pointless anyway seeing as how he’d have to do the same again in about another thousand years or so.
Rolling on to his back the Anubian stretched out with what sounded like a contented purr before closing his eyes again. He didn’t know why, he knew full well that he wasn’t about to fall asleep. After quite some time lay there, pretending like he had dozed off his ears twitched with recognition. Was it him already? Seemingly reluctant to move he sat up from the bench he’d claimed all for himself and began strolling through the assembled fighters towards the ring area, making no particular fuss or hurry.
They’d called for him again by the time he’d reached the arena proper, but even then he stopped before stepping out, straightening his posture and clasping his arms behind his back. He stepped out tall and proud into the waning sunlight to a surprisingly warm reception, the fights so far must have gotten their blood up he supposed, that they would greet an unknown with such aplomb.
Disregarding the crowd for now he strolled out towards the ring, hopping up onto the raised slabs and striding confidently towards the centre of the ring. Once there he offered a short, shallow bow, barely more than an inclination of the head to each stand which was enough to coax waves of applause from whatever direction. He could get used to this. Ah but there was something needed doing he remembered and moved off from the midpoint of the ring to await his opponent.WC: 416 Tourney Locked PL: 46,715 Heavy weights: 11,678 Tag: Suusao
’My recovery has been, well let’s say less swift than I would have liked. It seems as though it will be quite some time before this body reverts to its prime.’Replying to Carmel without really thinking, it was only afterwards that Sinthe realized that he’d probably told her more about himself in that scant bit of dialogue than he otherwise had in their entire last encounter. Whatever the case she seemed more concerned with the young Spark she was with. The young Spark who was projecting on him so hard that the Anubian had half a mind to clobber him over the head then and there.
That was until he caught sight of what was apparently the telekinetic fox lady’s looming snowball. Folding his arms across his chest he flashed her a subtle thumbs up as yet another interloper closed in. This one looked, felt interesting as well and it appeared that he’d been brought to Sinthe’s door by Carmel as well. It might be an idea to keep her close by in future, he thought, she did seem to have some intriguing connections. It appeared as though his trip to the Lookout had nopt been as complete a bust as he had at first assumed.
’Yeah, no, still Lord Sinthe. That hasn’t changed in the last minute.’ As determined as these people seemed to be to undermine him, he was adamant he’d keep setting them right as many times as it took and this new fellow Chris was no different. ’That’s a strangely specific example,’ he observed, swishing the appendage in question back and forth. He wasn’t sure that he was getting agitated, it could be excitement that now gripped him, he couldn’t rightly tell, but he felt more awake now than he had done for quite a few days. ’You might change your tune shortly.’
Turning back towards the domed house he beckoned them all to follow. ’Gravity room’s in the back, feel free to look around, relax, get something to eat, I’ll change and then meet you there.’ Floating back to the porch he lingered there for a second, only in the hopes of hearing a satisfying crunch of snow and an annoyed Spark. Leaving the door ajar as he stepped inside, grabbed his cocoa, now annoyingly cool and slugged it in one disgusting gulp before stealing away in to the bedroom.
There amongst what scant personal effects he had on this world he found his usual attire, laid out on the immaculate, untouched bedspread. He still couldn’t sleep he found, he still didn’t want to sleep, fearing that he wouldn’t wake up here, or that he wouldn’t wake up somewhere else. He didn’t—no… no it was nothing. He was awake now. He WAS awake now, this drumming in his chest proved it he told himself as he donned his clothes. He found all of a sudden whilst he started slipping on his gold that he was more deliberate, that this simple thing was more like a ritual. The cultivation of that famous image which he carried in to every battle. That wasn’t all though, one of them, maybe all of them gave him a peculiar feeling. A sense of vertigo almost and a deep sense of longing.
Nothing for it.
From the corner of his eye he regarded the weighted harness which fitted beneath his mantle and the weights he had removed from his belt to give it a polish. That funny feeling, it wouldn’t go away, especially when he looked at the face of his belt clasp. Could it be that he of all people was getting nostalgic? Ha, maybe he really was getting old now. He’d been keen to test the effectiveness of the two training methods in concert, but the little niggling in the back of his mind eventually led him to think better of weighing himself down for this first run. Between Spark and Chris… he wasn’t sure, something was bothering him which he couldn’t pin down to his satisfaction. No surprises, no sandbagging this time round as Negi had called it. If he were really going to increase the intensity of his training then perhaps a fight begun in earnest was for the best.
Slipping on the now strangely light mantle and pausing to remove the last few weights from the reverse of his belt he stepped back out into the hallway, he idly slid a palm across the face of the fierce creature that adorned his buckle and smiled. Taking no notice of any who happened to be lingering he made for the gravity chamber itself. What had once been a simple storage space he’d cleared out and had converted to this. The walls were bare as though the rest of the house were not spartan enough to begin with, sloping towards the back where the rear wall of the house intersected the space. It was not ideal, but then battlefields seldom were. The only thing which broke the uniformity of the space was the small dome of the gravity machine projecting from the centre of the ceiling, seeing it Sinthe fished around in the folds of his sash for the remote and set the device for ten times the local norm, pausing before he commenced the sequence so that the others would all have time to arrive.
Ashes fluttered through the whipping breeze as the Anubian’s ki washed over the scant few sheets of paper in his claws, scattering off in to the wastes where they belonged. He had neither the time nor the patience to deal with that sort of nonsense but it seemed as though the universe wasn’t about to let him go back to what he was doing. It was an exceedingly peculiar power that caught his attention, one which he couldn’t quite seem to put a proper estimate to. Now he’d encountered similar things in the past, there were dozens of methods to bamboozle one’s ki sense but the apparent bearer of this unusual gift did give him pause in no small part due to how forward he was.
And how rude he was.
’I happen to be a shorthair,’ Sinthe replied somewhat indignantly, swishing the back of his hand gently over the interloper boy’s face to demonstrate. Funny, his ki seemed to make Sinthe’s fur stand on end all up his arm. Kinda tickled actually, it was nice. ’What’s your excuse for being so… pink?’ Oh? Creamy skin and patches of hair? Real original. Honestly, these people.
Sinthe’s attention turned yet again when he caught wind of another, more familiar power approaching, familiar in the loosest possible sense that they had met once and not killed one another. Was usually about as good as it got anyway he supposed, he’d known people for centuries that he could only say as much of. This though was none other than Carmel Dulcis, the charming young foxy lady (that is in the respect of being a fox person, not an attractive fox person) whom he’d met on the Kami’s Lookout and utterly offended. Though she did kind of seem to take it in stride even if she did insist on not using his proper title still.
’Yeah, still Lord Sinthe, actually,’ he corrected her, but not making that big of a thing out of it despite really wanting to. Likewise he didn’t rise to her crack about him truning up here, he didn’t intend it to be a permanent thing he was just lodging up here trying to avoid thios exact kind of situation. Although…
’I came out here to get some peace as a matter of fact, try out a new training regimen. Hence this.’ He pointed over his shoulder with a thumb, indicating the squat dome structure which had become his snuggly little bolt hole in this desolate wilderness. ’Not to impose of course, but this “Spark” of yours seems to have an interesting power...’ WC: 432
Sure looking at the things made for quite the boring vista but on the inside they were actually quite cozy, though that might have just been the bathrobe. Much as Sinthe always liked to look the part of the terrifying destroyer of worlds the image wasn’t easy to keep up, it occasionally needed a certain amount of TLC and damnit there was a proper way to enjoy a mug of cocoa. The fluffy bunny slippers though were a personal touch. For anyone who knew him for what he was he must have looked quite the state, robe and slippers and a towel wrapped round his ears in that way that only Earthling women and cat people seemed to be able to accomplish. The house though was just a nice little extra which he was now determined to enjoy to its fullest, a perk attached to the object of his actual desire.
He still wasn’t sure that the slick as all that salesman who’d sold him on the place hadn’t been BSing when he’d said that the gravity field wouldn’t activate outside of an enclosed space, but having showered and kicked back a bit after traipsing all over this stupid little planet he didn’t really care much anymore.
Chancing to pass by a front-facing window, he glanced outside and noticed that the flag on his mailbox (his mailbox that he had deliberately positioned over a sheer drop of ooh, some feet) was up. He thought about leaving it for later, but must have been in a much better mood than he’d thought because he soon enough found himself depositing his warm mug by the door and stepping out into the harsh, chill winds of the Yunzabit Highlands. Most people would call him anti-social for wanting to live all the way up here, for him it was pragmatism. Pragmatism geared to avoid exactly this kind of thing.
Floating over to the box, lest he soil the Bunny Slippers of Destruction, he opened it up and perused the contents. Sufficed to say he was not at all pleased with them.
’What? H-how? How do I have bills—who even knows I’m living out here!? Who even knows I’m on this planet!?’
WC: 377 Thread PL: 46,715 This'll be a short introductory thread leading in to a 10x Gravity Training thread, anyone interested is more than welcome.
Last Edit: Feb 3, 2017 18:59:46 GMT -5 by Sinthe: Tagging thread for 10g bonus
Buying a standard House and 50x Gravity Machine at 3,000z each for a total of 6,000.
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