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(Marcel's current PL: 4,100 due to Medium WC (8,200)
South City....
Things seem calm on this day. The sky was a bright blue with barely any clouds in sight, the sun shining down upon the earth, bathing it with its warm rays. The inhabitants of this city were out, and about on with their daily lives. People were rushing about trying to get to their jobs, families were out enjoying themselves with kids playing at the local parks, and some couples who walked by from time to time, hand in hand. Those hovering vehicles would also be seen on the roads, traffic backed up with horns constantly beeping on some roads while it was peaceful on others. It was pretty much a daily routine, something that a certain demonic Saiyan grew to like.
Among the people walking on a sidewalk was the black haired hybrid known as Marcel. At a first glance, Law appeared to just be any other human since he had no Saiyan like qualities despite his blood, but he did have one thing that made him stand out due to his demonic half.
His eyes....
As red as blood with black slits in the middle, Marcel's eyes were an easy indicator that he wasn't normal other than his ki. Though most people seemed to not acknowledge this at all, or simply give the guy strange looks. Perhaps they believe he is just wearing contacts? Or maybe they think he's a freak. They wouldn't be entirely wrong if they thought of the second. Marcel has grown to loathe his eyes, reminding him of his demonic side which he knew so little about yet caused him so much pain in the past. He knew nothing of his biological father save for the things his mother told him while she was still around, but even then those all weren't exactly truths. Marcel would've possibly gotten rid of his eyes long ago if it wasn't for the fact that he gets to witness this beautiful planet, and all of its actions with them. As he grew to hate his demon half, Marcel grew to love Earth, and what was good about it thanks to his step father. That man taught Marcel to love himself no matter what he was, and that Earth is a wonderful place despite the bad people who were about. Every negative had its positives.
After some walking, the hybrid found himself at a small park populated with only a few people. The man decided to sit down at an empty wooden bench before sighing. He wanted to take the rest of the day easy after getting done with his training earlier, the weights that he used for training hidden underneath his shirt. Things seemed ordinary, but things are known to change. Sometimes withing a blink of an eye.
Somewhere in South City, there was a very different individual moving through amongst the crowds of people. Standing at six foot three inches(six-foot-five, counoting his hair) and wearing in at two hundred fourth five pounds, he had the athletic build of a warrior. He was what he looked like, exactly what he looked like to be quite frank. He was a Saiya-jin, and despite his very casual dress, the tail wrapped around his waist gave way to that fact. He walked up the sidewalk, his footfalls made heavier by the ever present weights sewn into his boots and sleeveless duster.
By all appearances, the man was a street fighter. Meet Jicama. His fists were wrapped with white tape, chains hanging from his actual belt and linking around to his back pockets. Very casual upon closer inspection.
The Saiya-jin known as Jicama kept his hands in his pockets as his nudged his way past the throngs of citizens, not causing any problems but not taking any shit either. This was his way, be tough or be nothing. On his home world, he was an Elite Saiya-jin warrior and the son of quite the powerful man. If his father had been a King? Jicama carried himself like a Prince.
No Earthling could make him lift his finger in the slightest, not even send the slightest chill down his spine. His held held high, he carried himself with the pride befitting of his class though deep down he knew that he had been shamed before. He'd been shamed twice in his career, once forced to leave his home planet due to his failure to protect the Queen. The second? His failure to protect the Outpost. When the Outpost was destroyed, he became homeless.
This didn't bother our warrior. Because time and time again, he'd proven that it didn't matter where he laid his head. No. Where does a five hundred pound gorilla sleep? Wherever the hell it wants.
Little did Jicama known that on that day, standing just ten feet from him, he'd meet perhaps the most prominent figure he'd met on Earth yet. Someone who would pique the Elite's interest edged ever close toward Jicama who in turned moved ever close to Marcel. Jicama was the more aggressive of the two, grunting as he nudged Earthlings out of his way, his dark brown eyes in a glower. Noone dared say anything to him. Perhaps it was best that they didn't...
Finally, after what would feel like forever, it would seem as if time would freeze momentarily. The large Saiya-jin's concrete like shoulder would bump into the half demon's and he'd stop in mid step. His dark brown eyes would slowly move over the gorm of Marcel as he stood face to face, tilting his head, stark black hair falling to the side slightly.
Narrowing his eyes, he'd address the hybrid..."....you're a strange one, aren't you?" It wasn't so much a mocking tone. No. It was more of a scrutinizing tone, as Jicama tried to sense just what the Hell he was looking at. His tone of voice was a deep, gravelly baritone befitting of those of his kind...and if he raised it?
Thread PL: 31,045 Weighted PL: 7,761 "I suppose even men like myself have to take a break at some point. I can seclude myself into the mountains forever, however much I may desire. Heh. Here's hoping it isn't a waste of valuable training time." Negi thought to himself, a slight smirk crossing the Saiyajin's expression. The warrior had been surrounded by clouds, as he had taken flight from his home but a few moments prior. His destination to that of South City. An area had been to only once in his time of occupying Earth. A shame really, for South City was known for being home to a few common attractions and the sort. Oh well, that was potentially his entire reason for journeying out anyway. To explore and familiarize himself with the land, so that this could be considered a home advantage despite not being considered his home planet. He had his reasons for traveling around the globe.
It was quite easy to say that the trip was quick. As Negi landed on the outskirts of the city and began his trek about. Walking about, quite nonchalant and uncaring. Earthling attire having no place on his body, thus his Saiyajin armor forcing him to stick out quite well. The golden-orange straps of his torso armor glistening in the sunlight. A light sweat beading his brow, mostly due to the heavy weight applied to his body. That fancy heavy weighted armor being his main piece of clothing. Underneath a lack of a shirt, while his legs were covered by light bodysuit pants. Navy blue in color. Boots adorning his feet and a lack of gloves on his hands. He seemed to fit the description of a wayward Saiyan very well. Essentially, he stuck out quite well. Not that he truly cared. No one would dare say anything to him, and if they did a simple flick to the nose would send them flying across the Earth. Needless to say, such a thought caused the man to smirk and chortle to himself. "Sch! What's this?" He grunted. A hand raised to the new scouter placed on his ear, index finger pressing down on the button that allowed him to scan and search. Apparently, someone was in the area. Two people, at that. Their species seemed to be read out as Saiyans. Quaint, were they residents of Vegeta? Probably not. They probably hailed from the neighboring Natto.
The light walk to the two power levels was swift. The man reaching the two Saiyans in a few minutes. Negi narrowing his eyes as he watched the tall Saiyan interact with the seemingly normal Saiyan. It wasn't until he circled the are and walked by them that he got a better view of Law's eyes. A sickly crimson with a reptilian slit. Interesting. "Am I late to the party?" Negi questioned, his arms folded over one another as he stood proudly before the two Saiyans. His jet black hair blowing lightly, the many bangs that hung over his eyes casting a shade over his eye and the glass of his scouter. His voice was smooth, easy on the ears and favorable. Fitting for a man of his stature and appearance.WC: 539 TWC: 539
Marcel continued on with his walk with a small smile upon his face. He maneuvered around others who were walking politely, but suddenly found himself bumping shoulders with someone. "My apologies." The hybrid said immediately after followed by a bow. As the male he bumped into spoke, Marcel looked up to the muscular guy. He observed the man he bumped into, and noticed the hair which made him a bit suspicious. Then he would notice the tail wrapped around the guy's waist which pretty much confirmed the hybrid's suspicions with an eyebrow raised. "Oh, a Saiyan." the man said in a low tone before looking back up at the man. Despite being half Saiyan himself, Marcel didn't look at all like one. He didn't look Demonic neither save for his eyes which leads to most people just seeing him as a human which he had no problems with at all. This would be his first time interacting with a what appeared to be a full blooded Saiyan save for his own mother, but that was years ago. He sensed the man's power. He was currently stronger than Law, but only by a bit. Though, the hybrid was wearing weights which lowered his true power, still this pure blood's power was above average.
Then came walking towards the two was yet another Saiyan! Perhaps the two knew each other? Though his knowledge on Saiyans were a bit low, but he knew they had some sort of thirst for battle, and are known to be quite destructive. As the newcomer spoke, Marcel read his ki, feeling how currently stronger this one was compared to him, and the brutish Saiyan, though this one's power was around the level of the hybrid's actual level. He wasn't sure what was going to come of this, so he just stood there, observing the two in case they decided to try anything funny to him, or these people around.
(Really sorry about the delay, and horrible post.)
Chris had been wary after his warning from the Caesar. He didn't know when his next attack would come. However ever since, he had been working on trying to keep his power suppressed more often. I didn't want to risk the Caesar coming to earth and finding him just yet. At least with this way, maybe the Cesar would think he was on a different planet. Either way it was buying him time to train, to grow stronger. After all that was what he needed to do. He needed to bring out the full potential of what he could do. Ever since he had first became this creature. He had felt different and now with all this time that had passed. He believed he might have an idea of what the name was now, the name of what he was.
A word that slipped to him only during his sleep. He was an Angelian, a creature of light. It wondered if maybe the reason he became so powerful as of recently. What if it was because his blood. He wondered if maybe the reason he became so powerful as of recently. What if it was because Saiyan blood combine with his Human Blood along with the Angelian blood might have been the reason. If it was, how much stronger could he grow? He didn't know what his limits were to be, but he wasn't going to stop until he broke them. He had to get stronger. He didn't get stronger, the Caesar, was going to destroy his home. That was why he had to get stronger, strong enough so he can make sure the Caesar would not win the next time they met.
As he walked through the vicinity of South city. He couldn't help but feel a slight gathering up h as he walked through the vicinity of South city. He couldn't help but feel a slight gathering of Ki. Ki of which he recognized, it was Saiyans. Though they did not feel that high, he had to worry of the possibility, that they were suppressing their power as well. Just in case, in case they would recognize him maybe from what he had done at the Saiyan outpost. Then again maybe no one would've recognized him, he did look quite different during the event, he had even been wearing different clothes. Just in case he would go safe on this one. After all, he didn't like being recognized by everyone. It just was something he didn't like. Taking a deep breath, Chris began to embrace the light of his Ki in a quick fashion. His clothing changing to the way the form usually was. He proceeded to keep Ki suppressed throughout the whole duration.
As soon as his transformation finished, he began to turn the corner and walk towards the group of saiyans. He would say though, he was glad that he held such a mysterious Ki, at least kept him positive that they wouldn't know what he was. This would've been a lot harder if he had been a Saiyan still, thank goodness though he wasn't. As the blond haired teen began to approach the group his hair flattened in this form, hiding his appearance as a saiyan. "Hello there, you guys don't look like you're from around here. May I ask who you are? My name is Ruttsu, I'm from around the eastern islands." Chris would say, his original Saiyan name was a name he really didn't use that often, and with its similarity to an earthlings name, well it was pretty good for staying undercover.
"...." Negi grunted. Nodding to Marcel as he was acknowledged. It seemed the taller one was a mute, not speaking or anything of the sort. He held his tongue for a moment more, as his scouter picked up on yet another power level. The piece of machinery beeping at the notification. A small four thousand was headed towards the party of three. Well, now four. Negi poking two fingers up, giving Christopher a small salute. He appeared weak, but...something was off. It was impossible for someone so peculiar looking to be weak. Or as weak as he seemed to be. Basically, Negi was suspicious. However, he wouldn't pipe up. Not yet. He'd question and press this man later. For now, he'd carry on with his day. "Negi." He stated. "Planet Vegeta is my home. Or, it was." Negi continued. Looking to Chris, or Ruttsu rather. His eyes moving from Ruttsu to Marcel, every so often. WC: 156 TWC: 695.
After the arrival of Negi, it appeared that the tall Saiyan that appeared first went quiet, not only that, but the other Saiyan as well. Things certainly turned awkward really quick. Though how...strange things were now, Marcel was surprised that neither of these Saiyans were trying to pick a fight with the hybrid, or with each other. Saiyans were normally a rowdy bunch, so this did throw Law off guard. "Hmm..." Marcel crossed his arms before looking away, raising a hand by his face so that he could nervously scratch his cheek. Some people who walked by looked towards the group of three with eyebrows raised, obviously confused, or curious about why they were just standing about which led Marcel to look away from the bunch with eyes closed, obviously embarrassed by the weird situation. Who would've though that the hybrid's calm walk around the city would end up turning into this!?
Just then, Law opened his eyes half way as he sensed more ki coming their way. The man turned around to see yet another person coming towards the group with a decent amount of ki, around the same level as the others here. From the looks of it, this one wasn't a Saiyan. Whether that is a good, or bad thing remains to be unseen. It's an interesting sight seeing a human with such power as the race is normally low when it comes to ki sensitivity. As he spoke, Marcel fully turned around to give the newcomer his attention before shifting his eyes to Negi who introduced himself. "Marcel." the hybrid said his name before bowing. "I am indeed from around here, actually. It is a pleasure to meet you, Ruttsu." Marcel claimed, standing back up tall with a small smile on his face. "I imagine you were also attracted here by this gathering of ki?" Marcel questioned, not being surprised if that were the case. Despite being polite as he normally is, Marcel must still to make sure he keeps his guard up as anything could happen between these people. Hopefully their curiosity won't lead to any blood baths.
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