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Post by Okara Blaze on Jun 17, 2015 12:16:29 GMT -6
Okara followed, his stomach growling...before he saw the room full of food. "Mother of God...." It was like a God of food and wine had brought him into his sanctuary. He grabbed a plate and rushed in, puling it with food over a foot high and sitting, shoveling the food into his mouth with gusto. "Sho....gud..."
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Post by Vo Lang on Jun 17, 2015 12:35:58 GMT -6
Lang would chuckle again as he saw the biblical destruction of the food from the table. However Okara would find no matter how much he tried the table always seemed full.
"After you eat, we will rest for the day. Tomorrow I believe we should start new training... Better suited for you. I think I may have been completely wrong about your capabilities."
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Post by Okara Blaze on Jun 17, 2015 12:51:38 GMT -6
Okara swallowed and spoke, waiting long enough before continuing to test the limits of this seemingly infinite food table.
"One thing I've noticed....is that I always seem to forget the training I have learned and try to match my opponent power to power. I may try and fight without Ki for a while...to see if I can grow there."
Still, he would follow his masters lead. He continued destroying the table with wild abandon.
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Post by Vo Lang on Jun 17, 2015 14:47:44 GMT -6
"Good idea. It should help you adapt as well." Lang liked that, though with the training he wondered how long he would be able to stick to that. However it would be that moment where a Namekian would materialize near by ready for combat. "Ho! Sorry I should of told you." Lang spoke as he waved to the green guy. "There is no danger? Why did you transform? I could sense it from the Elder's home." The green being seemed distressed at this. "Sorry, extend my apologies to the Elder. I was showing my new student here a possible future for him. His name is Okara." The green male would look to the guy. "Ah... My name is Sacossa... Wait isn't that a Saiyan name?"
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Post by Okara Blaze on Jun 19, 2015 18:32:12 GMT -6
Okara jumped as the Namekian materialized. He stood quickly, prepared to fight. He had never been a coward, be he felt fear. It showed he was alive, and a true warrior. Without that fear, how could he show unparalleled courage. When his teacher spoke with the man, he lowered himself slowly, noticing for the first time that his plate was almost empty. He began piling on the food.
"Itsh a pleasher. Yesh, itsh shaiyan. My Dad wash the shtorm draygon."
He was not graceful in eating with his mouthful, and demonstrated a complete lack of proper etiquette- which begged the question...could this boy really go Super Saiyan?
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Post by Vo Lang on Jun 20, 2015 13:05:35 GMT -6
Sacossa looked between the eating Saiyan and the smiling guardian.
"Well I need to rest after using that technique."
Vo would walk over.
"Of course! You can help me with Okara's next training tomorrow."
(You can time skip on your post.)
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Post by Okara Blaze on Jun 21, 2015 10:24:54 GMT -6
Okara destroyed the table repeatedly but it continue to refresh itself, eventually leaving Okara in a puddle of crumbs and drool. He leaned back, letting out a sigh. It really was endless!
"I'll...hit the sack then...."
Assuming he was pointed to his room, he would crash once there!
*************************************************** The next morning, he was up early, showered and dressed and ravenous. Once he had an amazing morning meal he would begin to look for Vo.
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Post by Vo Lang on Jun 21, 2015 13:41:33 GMT -6
Lang would be wearing his guardian robes talking in hushed tones with Sacossa who nodded at Okara when he came into view. They were standing outside a door to a smaller building that was separated from the rest. Lang would turn around with the staff in his hand and a smile on his face.
"I hope you slept well. This will be the last part of your training from me... The time is drawing near, so enter this room, face your final opponent, and then know that you are ready to help save your father."
Sacossa would open the door for Okara and both would watch, hopeful and interested.
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Post by Okara Blaze on May 1, 2016 9:39:56 GMT -6
Glancing between them, Okara would swallow, clearly panicked at the idea of meeting this...final enemy. He would ste forward and look up at both of them before...
He stepped over the threshold, walking in proudly.
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Post by Vo Lang on May 1, 2016 11:00:14 GMT -6
Once inside, Okara would notice it was dark, pitch black, and silent, when the door closed you could hear the static noise and ringing of utter silence. Not even an echo. And just like that the area around him would explode into existence. The red dirt and barren landscape of some planet seemed around him, no real challenge there, but there was a full moon.
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Post by Okara Blaze on May 1, 2016 19:07:08 GMT -6
His brow furrowed and he spun back.
Were the doors gone!?
If they were gone, he'd attempt to lift himself up....and fly forward, toward the horizon.
"The....fuck...?"
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Post by Vo Lang on May 1, 2016 21:19:10 GMT -6
The doors did close and had vanished.
Soon the energy coming from the full moon would force Okara's Oozaru transformation as he did so he would see many purple beams in a distant city of some sort, explosions flashing in the night sky light radiant fire works, or oddly colored lightning in a storm. If he got closer he would notice more Oozaru wearing Saiyan armor, destroying a city and fighting the local populace! Though it would be tough to make out the locals.
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Post by Okara Blaze on May 2, 2016 12:12:20 GMT -6
Frow burrowing, Okara suddenly felt this strange heat blaring through his body. Fur started pushing out all over him, and he screamed- no....not again. He hadn't done this since he was little. His mom had been careful, keeping him close. His eyes rolled back as his armor expanded with him, increasing him to the mighty Oozaru. His eyes were purple completely, and the ground cracked as he landed.
"Guh....ah....."
He took a step forward and realized something.
He was in total control.
Giving a big monkey grin, he rushed forward, mountains smashing against his legs as he ran. Skidding to a stop, however, he would blink at the site of several of his monkey brethren destroying a city. He heard their call, felt the Saiyan blood urging him to destruction. He took a step forward, and another.
"N....No...."
He burst off, flying headlong at the nearest Monkey and aimed to use his left arm to throw a backhanded uppercut and send the Oozaru warrior flying into the sky and off into the distance. His gaze would settle on another, and he let out a mighty roar.
'I will....not become the evil my race decrees.'
PL: 4876
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Post by Vo Lang on May 2, 2016 12:22:01 GMT -6
The Oozaru was in the middle of a mouth blast when he was slammed and hurled away. The other's halted their assault on the city in shock as to what happened, growling, a few looked mad and out of control. The one he hit flew back down.
"Fool, they always send a few who can't control themselves yet."
Something about the voice would seem familiar as he walked towards Okara, his eye's a solid purple, his armor accented with purple as well. Rubbing it's chin it's eyes narrowed. The others moved on to continue the destruction... Or massacre.
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Post by Okara Blaze on May 2, 2016 12:38:17 GMT -6
His jaw went slightly slack. Then he clenched his fist. Why...why did this voice sound so...?
"Who....who are you? Why are you doing this?"
Just by the fact that he was speaking, it was clear he was in control.
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