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Wasabi
Graduated
Lean green fighting machine~!
Posts: 245
Power Level: 100,000
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Post by Wasabi on Mar 6, 2017 9:29:50 GMT -6
Wasabi eyes slowly opened, squinting against the harsh light. Where the hell was he? He felt soft cushions under his head and back, and the soft hum of voices around him.
He tried to sit up, stopping halfway as his face twisted in pain and his head screamed at him in agony. It was all he could do not to throw up onto himself. He surveyed the scene; blurry figures made their way around his bedside.
He was in a hospital? How the hell had he ended up here? Questions plagued his mind as he struggled to remember what had happened.
His memories were hazy, most of them didn't even have images associated with them, just sensations. Like an overwhelming surge of anger, followed by an all encompassing strength. It was trippy to say the least.
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Post by Okara Blaze on Mar 7, 2017 19:24:18 GMT -6
"Congratulations."
Okara had just returned from the ordeal with Limax and his mother, having done whatever Leon had requested before coming to a different facility to get his bandages redone. His eye was still covered by a cotton patch, and he was shirtless, revealing pink skin on his right shoulder from burns and a jagged circular pattern of pink from Limaxs' Ki burns. He wore blue tattered sweatpants otherwise, and seemed in much better health.
"I'm not sure where you got that strength from....you were never that powerful before. Guess everyone here is coming into their own."
He seemed uncomfortable with that.
"Sorry about that final blast. Didn't want you to feel like you hadn't earned it and all."
He laughed.
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Wasabi
Graduated
Lean green fighting machine~!
Posts: 245
Power Level: 100,000
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Post by Wasabi on Mar 8, 2017 12:24:55 GMT -6
Wasabi would turn to the voice, hoping it was an attractive alien visitor. Instead, he was greeted by --
"Okara?"
Wasabi's eyes would widen as he noticed the cotton eyepatch, and the burns that covered the Saiyan's body. Realizing he was staring, he'd break eye contact, resting his hands behind his head as he leaned back listening to the Saiyans words.
Congratulations? Final Blast? Wasabi absently rubbed the center of his chest before wincing in pain. He looked down, just noticing the bandages over his torso. Realization would dawn over him as the memories came back. He'd actually won the tournament. He would raise his gaze to meet Okara's, a small smile on his face.
"Yeah, well I definitely feel it now."
Wasabi would laugh as well. An awkward silence filling the room. Unable to stand the silence Wasabi would ask the first thing that came to his mind.
"So who's stronger, you or your dad?"
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Post by Okara Blaze on Mar 8, 2017 15:09:11 GMT -6
"Me."
He'd walk into the room, sitting in a chair and leaning back with a sigh.
"I'd still lose to him in a fight for our lives, though. The man doesn't need power to be a force of nature. He's been in so many wars, his battle experience and willingness to maim and wound his opponents in creative ways is beyond me."
He glanced at Wasabi.
"Y'know Wasabi, you might be the first person to ever ask me that. Why do you wanna know?"
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Wasabi
Graduated
Lean green fighting machine~!
Posts: 245
Power Level: 100,000
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Post by Wasabi on Mar 8, 2017 15:25:46 GMT -6
Wasabi could agree with Okara's testament of his fathers' capabilities. Remembering the lessons the older man had taught him in their short bout. It only served to highlight the areas Wasabi needed to work on. He'd nod thoughtfully, mildly aware Okara had taken a seat. At his question, he'd look up. Caught almost entirely by surprise, he answered with complete honesty.
"You, Limax, your dad, Aisuko, Sage, Sojun."
Wasabi would count off the names on his fingers as he spoke, before looking up to Okara, his eyes lacking hostility, but intense nonetheless.
"One day soon, I'm going to rise above you all. I just want to know the order I'm going to do it in."
Suddenly realizing just who the fuck he was talking to. Wasabi would attempt to make a tactical retreat.
"A- Ah. I mean, th-that's just what I hope to do. Hehe."
He would grin sheepishly, avoiding eye contact.
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Post by Okara Blaze on Mar 8, 2017 15:55:34 GMT -6
Okara blinked, then laughed aloud.
"Is that like a....weakest to strongest list? Ai yi yi....you may need to re-orient your priorities. Wanna see why?"
If Wasabi agreed, he'd stand and slide the chair back. Walking over to the door, he'd close it since nobody was coming in currently, then take a deep breath. Without a blink, he jumped into Super Saiyan. Then, with a wince and a grunt, he leapt into Legendary. His body mass had almost doubled, and his hair was a little longer. He grinned, looking up at Wasabi with white, empty eyes.
"You're the first one I'm gonna show this to."
Baring his teeth, he widened his stance and, throwing himself over the cliff, his body tone sharpened as lightning swarmed his body. His hair grew exceptionally longer, flowing down his back to just above his ass. His forehead was broad and very cave-man like. Despite the tremendous energy Okara was putting off, he kept it surprisingly contained. The earth didn't shake, the lightning didn't hit anything. He let out a couple deep breaths.
"Like I said....power is kinda my thing. But....even though I'm definitely the strongest on that list other than the last two since I don't know them, my fighting skills have some needed polishing."
He powered down, a slight sweat breaking out. He didn't double over in exhaustion this time, however, instead just taking a few deep breaths.
"So, I'm leaving after the summit. I need to find someone who can not just increase my power, but make me the greatest warrior alive."
He grinned, and would put his hands behind his head.
"So you and I have similar goals, champ. Let's hope we can keep up the pressure on one another, eh?"
SSJ PL: 91,749 Legendary SSJ PL: 201,847 SSJ3 PL: 343,139
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Wasabi
Graduated
Lean green fighting machine~!
Posts: 245
Power Level: 100,000
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Post by Wasabi on Mar 9, 2017 0:43:45 GMT -6
Wasabi blushed, looking embarrassed. He considered mentioning that the list wasn't in any particular order yet (as he'd just made it while talking to Okara), but decided against it, especially after making the Saiyan laugh.
"Ah, sure?"
Wasabi would watch with interest as the Saiyan went through his different states. He noted that the hair was what changed the most for each transformation; each having a varied and distinct look. The one from the match stood out the most to Wasabi; his blank white pupils sending chills down his spine.
At Okara's final transformation, Wasabi would grip the sides of his bed. The metal bending easily under the grip of his hands. Just when he thought he was closing the gap between one of his rivals, they shot forward frustratingly out of reach. A knot of frustration built up in his gut. He needed to get out of this hospital room to train soon!
"Find someone? You mean a teacher?"
Wasabi was almost tempted to go along. But realized if he followed Okara's same path, it was very likely things would just stay the same. He needed to find his own way to grow and rise above everyone.
"Well . . . I'm gonna go catch a demon with your mom and dad -- or something like that.
Wasabi would grin as well. Happy that he had his own goals planned ahead.
"Of course! Feel free to spar anytime!"
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Post by Okara Blaze on Mar 9, 2017 15:28:35 GMT -6
He nodded.
"A while ago, I felt a power beyond anything I'd ever felt before. I intent to hunt them down and become their pupil."
He'd take a small cup from a tray and walk over to the washbin, pouring some water into it from the tap. Wasabi seemed eager to find this Demon....Okara hadn't spoken to his father about it, but his path was different from his own. Okara would smirk and nod.
"Yeah, anytime."
He'd down the water and set down the cup before running a hand through his hair.
"Anyway....I look forward to you getting better so I can see just how much you've grown. I'll let you rest up."
He'd head for the door.
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