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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Oct 28, 2012 10:53:21 GMT -8
*Bang Bang!*
The sounds of pounding could be heard every so often during the afternoon, not that anyone was around to hear it, the ruined streets of Long Beach were about as crowded as a blizzard on a cold winter's day. Up on top of an abandoned, half-destroyed dojo, a figure could be seen up on the roof, hammering away. Kazuya was working on fixing the roof of the dojo, after it had caved in from the city being blasted to kingdom come, and having managed to salvage wood from the dojo itself, had just started working on the repairs.
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Tobias Ross
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OOC Name: Paul
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Post by Tobias Ross on Nov 5, 2012 2:35:09 GMT -8
Watching the figure work in the distance, Tobias broke open the container that held his lunch and began to wolf down his food as he sat there contemplating. So far he had continually ran into fighters and martial artists that all displayed strange and/or unique powers during a fight. How would one go about not only facing, but defeating those with such powers. They usually employed their powers to even out a fight or to win such.
It didn't bother Tobias as much as it annoyed him. Everywhere a new person popped up with powers and all the older fighters that once only fought using skill have turned to using these powers. Those powers that had appeared left a bad tasted in his mouth, just as using items or equipment to augment your power did. What to do?
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Nov 5, 2012 10:35:29 GMT -8
Pausing in his repair work, Kazuya would take a quick glance up at the sky, and seeing the sun high up above, would place his hammer down beside him. It was lunchtime, as far as he could tell, since without electricity, clocks and the like didn't run, unless it was a battery-operated clock, and even then, those wouldn't last. Grabbing his bento box that he had prepared beside him, having used his Qi to cook his food, he'd sit down on the edge of the roof to take a well deserved lunch break.
One leg resting over the edge, the other leg pulled up and his foot resting halfway over the edge, as he did not have his scouter with him, or any of his items, which were stored away safely, save for his cross necklace that he never took off except when necessary, he was unaware that a figure was watching him, and would give thanks for the food before he began to eat.
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