Post by Jorlaxl on Jul 3, 2012 19:56:23 GMT -5
((I started this before the timeskip, so this is where it'll stay))
This school was more than Jorlaxl would have ever hoped for in a training facility. This place almost had it all: warm showers, fresh beds, and best of all: all the time in the world. Now that Suki's fight was slowing down to little more than a crawl, Jorlaxl had little choice but to try to get himself in as good a position as possible to fight Suki. Although one would think that he would be frantic, working out as much as possible, Jorlaxl was taking a different approach. These past few days have been really lax, and soon they would come to an end.
Continuing his walk forward, Jorlaxl eventually reached the edge of the forest, showing the outskirts of Satan City. The grass shone brightly against otherwise drab colors of the buildings, showing that someone with enough heart could easily change the city's aesthetic appearance for the better quite easily. The flowers that led the path to the inside the city were bright and colorful, making Jorlaxl wonder if they'll still be there after the fight with Suki. His power truly knows no bounds. All of the destruction that Jorlaxl has seen... felt... caused... it made him feel odd.
Ever since he was created, all he has known was destruction. He was raised with the intent of destruction and chaos. His main objective was to absorb his android counterparts. He hoped for his own sake that they were evil, and also programmed with evil intent. If so, then the absorption process would go much better than he had feared. At that thought, Jorlaxl began to wonder how exactly absorption works.
When he discovered his tail, Jorlaxl started using it to absorb energy from those he fought. Was he to absorb the life of his counterparts in the same way? No, that's ridiculous. Androids were composed out of metal, not flesh, correct? Perhaps there was a different way to do it... Maybe there was a way to disassemble them and add their components to his internal organs? That seemed disgusting, but maybe that was it...
Continuing his leisurely walk up to the city, he took a folded up piece of paper out of his jacket pocket and held it up to his eyes, shading the paper with his other hand. This infernal sunlight was almost too much for him to bear. Squinting through the light, he finally read out the address out loud to himself repeatedly, trying to find the right location. This was a very important mission, and once he succeeded, he'd finally be able to start supplying his school with enough funds to make his building look attractive for people to join.
That was another problem that's been vexing Jorlaxl lately. He was excited and wholly up to the challenge of taking on students to teach. However, the people of Earth were very hard to sense, due to their low power. What would Caius and Serori say if they found his school? Serori would probably chuckle to herself, and Caius would openly comment on the power of his students, or perhaps the lack thereof. He was never one to sugarcoat words, and the more he thought about it, the more he began to have an anxious feeling towards the whole thing.
What if he was perceived to be weak? Although he was the master now of a school, he was only built so powerful. Caius was naturally more powerful with his demonic prowess. While they have the same powerlevel without any fighting, the Makaio has both more stamina and more power whenever he shows his true colors. Their spars are fun, so long as they stay untransformed. Their friendly rivalry kept them both growing at around the same rate, and Serori...
Serori was a new beast altogether.
Saiyans, Jorlaxl learned, are natural fighters. Serori was no exception, and was growing exceptionally fast. She's been getting more powerful exponentially, and soon it'll surpass both himself and Caius. Smiling to himself as he walked into the bank, greeting both the armed guards and the receptionist he walked up to.
"Hey, welcome to Satan City's only bank. I'm Margaret, and I'll be your banker today. Would you be interested in opening up a bank account?" The attractive female smiled brightly, tapping her manicured fingers across the pad and paper that was placed on her mahogany desk.
Grinning, Jorlaxl focused in on this woman, probing her mind as he spoke. "Good morning, Margaret. Now, I have a bit of a problem, you see." Good, good. This one was weak willed. Not enough time in the classroom, young lady. "I am lacking some funding for my school, and it sure would be helpful if I was given a loan to help get it started." Slowly, he began seeping his ki into his very words, influencing her mind. The Saiyman no jutsu, the mind manipulation.
The woman's brow furrowed, obviously feeling different. Shaking her head a little, she put a hand to her head. "Yes, a loan would be simple enough to open, but there's an allotted amount and a time by which you need to pay it back..."
There. Her mind was penetrated. Now, Jorlaxl was by no means a monster, and although it would be tantalizingly easy to steal all the money in this bank leaving her none the wiser, he was good at heart, and this would go as smoothy as possibly.
"Ah, that's where my problem is, Margaret. You see, I don't really want to pay the interest fee, or any of the money back, actually." The girl's eyes had a glazed tinge to them, and she absentmindedly put a finger against her temple, rubbing it gently. He continued. "So, I'll take the max amount of loan possible, with no fee to repay or interest to accumulate, correct?"
Filling out the paper with the required information, Margaret curtsied as she stood up, walking back to the safe. Taking Jorlaxl's credit card, she swiped it across the mainframe, and handed it back to him.
"There you go, sir. Here's the money you asked for, and remember to pay it by... Have a nice day!"
Waving, Jorlaxl walked out of the bank, putting the card back into his wallet. This was a most productive day, indeed.
((Zeni, please!))
This school was more than Jorlaxl would have ever hoped for in a training facility. This place almost had it all: warm showers, fresh beds, and best of all: all the time in the world. Now that Suki's fight was slowing down to little more than a crawl, Jorlaxl had little choice but to try to get himself in as good a position as possible to fight Suki. Although one would think that he would be frantic, working out as much as possible, Jorlaxl was taking a different approach. These past few days have been really lax, and soon they would come to an end.
Continuing his walk forward, Jorlaxl eventually reached the edge of the forest, showing the outskirts of Satan City. The grass shone brightly against otherwise drab colors of the buildings, showing that someone with enough heart could easily change the city's aesthetic appearance for the better quite easily. The flowers that led the path to the inside the city were bright and colorful, making Jorlaxl wonder if they'll still be there after the fight with Suki. His power truly knows no bounds. All of the destruction that Jorlaxl has seen... felt... caused... it made him feel odd.
Ever since he was created, all he has known was destruction. He was raised with the intent of destruction and chaos. His main objective was to absorb his android counterparts. He hoped for his own sake that they were evil, and also programmed with evil intent. If so, then the absorption process would go much better than he had feared. At that thought, Jorlaxl began to wonder how exactly absorption works.
When he discovered his tail, Jorlaxl started using it to absorb energy from those he fought. Was he to absorb the life of his counterparts in the same way? No, that's ridiculous. Androids were composed out of metal, not flesh, correct? Perhaps there was a different way to do it... Maybe there was a way to disassemble them and add their components to his internal organs? That seemed disgusting, but maybe that was it...
Continuing his leisurely walk up to the city, he took a folded up piece of paper out of his jacket pocket and held it up to his eyes, shading the paper with his other hand. This infernal sunlight was almost too much for him to bear. Squinting through the light, he finally read out the address out loud to himself repeatedly, trying to find the right location. This was a very important mission, and once he succeeded, he'd finally be able to start supplying his school with enough funds to make his building look attractive for people to join.
That was another problem that's been vexing Jorlaxl lately. He was excited and wholly up to the challenge of taking on students to teach. However, the people of Earth were very hard to sense, due to their low power. What would Caius and Serori say if they found his school? Serori would probably chuckle to herself, and Caius would openly comment on the power of his students, or perhaps the lack thereof. He was never one to sugarcoat words, and the more he thought about it, the more he began to have an anxious feeling towards the whole thing.
What if he was perceived to be weak? Although he was the master now of a school, he was only built so powerful. Caius was naturally more powerful with his demonic prowess. While they have the same powerlevel without any fighting, the Makaio has both more stamina and more power whenever he shows his true colors. Their spars are fun, so long as they stay untransformed. Their friendly rivalry kept them both growing at around the same rate, and Serori...
Serori was a new beast altogether.
Saiyans, Jorlaxl learned, are natural fighters. Serori was no exception, and was growing exceptionally fast. She's been getting more powerful exponentially, and soon it'll surpass both himself and Caius. Smiling to himself as he walked into the bank, greeting both the armed guards and the receptionist he walked up to.
"Hey, welcome to Satan City's only bank. I'm Margaret, and I'll be your banker today. Would you be interested in opening up a bank account?" The attractive female smiled brightly, tapping her manicured fingers across the pad and paper that was placed on her mahogany desk.
Grinning, Jorlaxl focused in on this woman, probing her mind as he spoke. "Good morning, Margaret. Now, I have a bit of a problem, you see." Good, good. This one was weak willed. Not enough time in the classroom, young lady. "I am lacking some funding for my school, and it sure would be helpful if I was given a loan to help get it started." Slowly, he began seeping his ki into his very words, influencing her mind. The Saiyman no jutsu, the mind manipulation.
The woman's brow furrowed, obviously feeling different. Shaking her head a little, she put a hand to her head. "Yes, a loan would be simple enough to open, but there's an allotted amount and a time by which you need to pay it back..."
There. Her mind was penetrated. Now, Jorlaxl was by no means a monster, and although it would be tantalizingly easy to steal all the money in this bank leaving her none the wiser, he was good at heart, and this would go as smoothy as possibly.
"Ah, that's where my problem is, Margaret. You see, I don't really want to pay the interest fee, or any of the money back, actually." The girl's eyes had a glazed tinge to them, and she absentmindedly put a finger against her temple, rubbing it gently. He continued. "So, I'll take the max amount of loan possible, with no fee to repay or interest to accumulate, correct?"
Filling out the paper with the required information, Margaret curtsied as she stood up, walking back to the safe. Taking Jorlaxl's credit card, she swiped it across the mainframe, and handed it back to him.
"There you go, sir. Here's the money you asked for, and remember to pay it by... Have a nice day!"
Waving, Jorlaxl walked out of the bank, putting the card back into his wallet. This was a most productive day, indeed.
((Zeni, please!))
Jorlaxl, master of crane.
