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Post by Rayce on Apr 2, 2017 18:07:47 GMT
The boy, who was not of the planet known as earth, walked through the streets that littered the city known simply as East City due to it's regional alignment. This boy was not a normal boy, even if he weren't an extraterrestrial. Oh no…. This boy, was a ninja. He was raised within a secret conclave of ninja far to the east, yea far to the east of East City. The scrawny boy's name was Rayce, his original name was Ruculi but had forgotten his name due to several dozen knocks to the ol' noggin.
The lad known as Rayce was simply walking through the streets looking for the small cubbiehole that he had stored his pack, that he had the day before hid so he wouldn't get mugged for all of his possessions while he was out mugging local gangsters for all of the money they had on hand. The ebony locked youngster, was hungry. He did not want to eat before he could find the pack, that had the map that he would eventually have to use to return to his home within the secret conclave of the ninja clan that helped raised him.
Growing ever bored with the search, his stomach rumbled loudly. Sighing to himself, Rayce decided to abandon his search for a while in order to get something to eat, not knowing that he was currently a single block away from where he had hid his pack the day before.
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Post by Reikiro on Apr 2, 2017 19:59:04 GMT
The bell right above the door rung as Reikiro opened it to leave the restaurant with a bag of food in his right hand. For once, he couldn't finish his food, so he asked for what was left to be put in a bag so he could eat it another time. A cool breeze greeted the teenager as he walked onto the white, cemented siidewalk, but he didn't mind. His training had taught his body to handle environments like this with relative ease, despite the fact that he was only wearing no sleeved, white gi with nothing under it. Reikiro was fairly muscular for someone his age, but not so much that it seemed like he constantly pumped weights all the time.
Kiro continued to walk down the block, stopping at a stop light, which prevented him from crossing the street due to the vehicles that were passing in front of him. Trying to recall his route back home, he sighed when he reminded himself that he had to go through the slums. Every burglar and their mothers would be in there, and the young martial artist did not feel like fighting against that many people at once. He had never actually sparred with anyone, with his own father being too busy to set aside time to do so. The last thing Kiro thought would be good for him was testing out his skills against opponents who would kill him if he didn’t give them what he wanted. Besides, he had no money left on him as it was.
The light turned green and Kiro, along with about five other people, crossed the street. Turning down an alleyway, he looked at the sky and frowned when he realized the time of day it was. ‘Fantastic, it’s getting dark and I have to go through the slums. Sounds like a recipe for disaster.’ He thought, exiting the alley and continuing downhill on yet another walkway, seeing that the slums were not too far away. It would take a little while to get there, but he knew he could manage. Though he began to keep his guard up, knowing that by the time he’d get there, it would be borderline dark. After a few minutes of walking, he stumbled upon a bush with something odd sticking out of it. Curious, he knelt down and pulled it out, surprised that it was actually a backpack. It didn’t seem like anyone was coming to get it, and the slums were about another five minutes away, walking distance.
‘Well, it has to belong to somebody, might as well start with the closest town. Maybe they dropped it and…somehow didn’t notice?’ He thought, trying to put logic into this discovery. He carried the backpack, with his free hand, the other one still carrying his food, and continued down towards his desired destination.
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Post by Rayce on Apr 3, 2017 18:16:42 GMT
As the kid walked through the slums of the city, he was convinced that he was completely lost. Sighing, the kid punched a tree in irritation. "Great, de gozaru. I'm completely lost," he sighed to himself as the young ninja saiyan sniffed a particular scent in the air. It was coming from farther back towards the entrance to the slums. It smelled like food. 'Maybe I'm gonna get a meal after all and save some money, de gozaru,' he thought while starting to walk towards the delicious smelling food that was being carried by the older teen that had the kid's pack with him.
Not that the kid knew that he was gonna get his pack sooner than he ever would've expected. As the kid followed the scent trail towards the older teen with the food and his pack, he wondered how he would get the food. Maybe if he paid the person, or he could just try and beat the snot out of the person like he had done all of yesterday. Today the papers were loaded with the news about a lot of the gangs within the slums were somehow taken care of, and were mugged.
Not that the kid read the papers. If he did, he would've started being more careful especially since the police were offering a cash reward for information about the Gang Brutalizer as he was being called due to his recent activities in beating on the gang members and getting them arrested and hospitalized in some cases.
As the boy neared the scent of food he saw a older teenager there, who had his pack! Rushing forward the young saiyan observed the brown haired teen that had his pack. "Excuse me, sir. You have my pack de gozaru," the ninja said while bowing slightly to the older teenager.
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Post by Nosferatu on Apr 3, 2017 20:23:18 GMT
Nosferatu walked down the sidewalk hood up, and head tilted downward to hide his appearance. The Vampire continued to walk down the street, he hated wearing this hood, but to many humans were out and about. Nosferatu then leaned against a wall to take a break, he closed his eyes and breathed deeply. This city wasn't his type of haunt, it was to busy. It was noisy to his ears hurt listening to the loud bustling of the city he had only been in this town for a few days, but he figured it was about time to move on. The teenage vampire then heard someone talking about a backpack, then Nosferatu then turned his head and smirked. "Oh this should be good" Nosferatu muttered to himself. He decided to watch the situation play out with some interest.
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Post by Reikiro on Apr 4, 2017 23:36:39 GMT
“De goz- What?”
Reikiro was caught off guard, even backed up a little in shock, by the kid who had rushed to him so fast he barely caught it. Getting a good look at him, he seemed young and filled with excitement. He wore something Reikiro hadn’t seen outside of certain samurai movies, which he didn’t watch a lot of considering their fake fighting styles and poor acting scenes that would make the average person walk out of the theater in the first ten minutes. Focusing back onto what the boy said, he looked at the bag he himself was carrying. “Oh, this bag? I was wondering who it’d belong to. I was just on my way to the slums to return it before heading back home. Here you go.” Kiro replied, reaching his hand out holding the back, implying that the boy should take it.
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Post by Rayce on Apr 5, 2017 0:33:06 GMT
As soon as the pack was offered to the lad, he took the pack quickly but not too quickly. Opening it, he made sure the few things that he owned were still in there, like his tanto, his picture of his adoptive family and him, and finally the two sets of spare clothing. It was pretty bare basics, but that was all the conclave allowed him to leave with with a meager sum of money.
The training journey was suppose to be a test of survival and whether or not the young acolyte would return to the village or not. If one did not return to the village by the time they are twenty, the young acolyte is considered dead and would not be allowed back unless in the most dire of circumstances. Not that Rayce minded one bit, he had intended on never going back unless it was an emergency like needing information that only a clan of ninja could get.
Deciding it'd be good to have a lot of contacts out in the world the lad thought he might as well try to ally himself with the older teen. "I am Rayce, de gozaru. May I know your name," He asked as he introduced himself to the brunette. Rayce had closed the bag as soon as he made sure everything was in it. Strapping it over one of his shoulders, he barely registered a lone person in a hood standing near them, spying on them.
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Post by Nosferatu on Apr 7, 2017 18:38:34 GMT
Nosferatu saw that the ponytailed kid he smirked his face still covered in shadows, and he waved. He wasn't going to go talk to him he didn't really want to show the kid his face, after all everyone he met always scared of him. He simply watched and listened, the kid seemed to be having a good time he didn't need a monster to ruin that for him. Nosferatu listened to the conversation. The normal guy was confused by the term De Gozaru, even the Vampire knew that it was a verbal tick of some kind. The young pureblood started to walk away he hated ruining other peoples good times he then hid in the alley he guess he could go for a snooze he sat against a wall.
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Post by Tadeo on Apr 8, 2017 2:54:38 GMT
Vibrant green hair flowed in the slight breeze, that gave a little chill to the young Saiyan. Tadeo held his arms after feeling it, however the cold would soon leave him as quick as the breeze came and went. The young Saiyan was in the city for one sole purpose: to socialize. His mentor told him that he should go out more and socialize with people outside of the village. In fact, the mentor stated that the young Saiyan's next training session was to go out and socialize with people in East City, the nearest city to his village. Despite the sun showing, Tadeo's eyes were functioning normally. Unless he were to look directly at the sky, he'd have no problem while in the city. The busy bustling of people made Tadeo upset, as he wasn't used to it and didn't like it. More than anything, he'd very much rather go back to the village to hang out with Kali, or go back to his mentor for a different kind of training. However, he didn't bother to disobey him at this point. He knew that what his mentor would suggest was for his own good. After all, they were both Saiyans. As the young Saiyan passed through the streets, he became exhausted and bored and looked up into the sky. This ended up becoming a mistake as he turned the corner and caught a glimpse of the sun. His sensitive eyes started to hurt and he had to close his eyes quickly, rubbing his arm against his eyes to sooth them and return his sight quicker. Just then, he felt a bump in front of him and almost lost his balance. Regaining it and looking at what he bumped into, he saw two people: a younger boy with a ponytail and another boy, around Tadeo's age, with short spiky hair. They both looked like they were fighters, especially the one with short spiky hair, and Tadeo had some excitement boil from deep inside him. He stared at the both of them for a while, subtly expressing his interest, but then looked forward again, past them, and played with the strand of hair hanging off his head. "Sorry. Didn't see you there." Tadeo's monotone, timid voice expressed his antisocial tendencies, and Tadeo slowly continued past the two. He was hoping they'd stop him, but at the same time, he didn't want them to.
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