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(Old) DB Quest: No Longer Active

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DarkKing98 said:
You work on Saturdays? Ouch, ruff dude.
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That's nothing. Years ago, I worked part-time in a clothing store where occasionally we would have to switch out displays to showcase what new product we were selling. Of course, we had to do this while the store was closed, so on a Sunday, when we closed early at 6 pm, nearly everyone came to the store to take down old signs, match the company directions with the actual layout of the store, switch out new product, etc. Around 10 pm to midnight, everyone else started leaving, except the managers, who were stuck with the responsibility of getting everything done and me, who didn't have a car and didn't have the nerve to ask for a ride home or walk home in the dark. We finished up about 6 am.

TLDR: Retail sucks.

But on a more on-topic note, hopefully someone in our group has some survival training. Because it would suck if no one knew how to build a shelter or start a fire.
 
LightningShow said:
It's meant to be not seven days in a row, but there's loopholes. I mean, if I was available all seven days then I could work on any of those days. I've gotten numb to that after being in retail nearly three years.
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*sighs* Labor laws really need to get fixed. But I suppose this isn't the place, and I'm in no mood for political bullshit.
QueenPally said:
But on a more on-topic note, hopefully someone in our group has some survival training. Because it would suck if no one knew how to build a shelter or start a fire.
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Fire starting is easy. Ki blast. The rest could be bad.
 
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Canon Omake: Defeat, Ambition, and Passage
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    • If Kohri wasn't such a brick, he'd probably be envious with how happy Soko is with her family. No celebrations for out little cauliflower.

    Faster than any single one of them. Stronger than even ten of the combined. In all the meaningful areas, you were both literally and figuratively beneath her. Pride did not hold you back in that fight. Not even when she had broken through all of your guards and cracked your face to become a fountain of blood. The disparity between yours and hers may not have been immediately clear, but you certainly felt it.

    Certainly far more than the wall behind you; that one cracked against the force of your landing. Yet even then, you wanted to continue fighting. Success was all that mattered and you refused to be left behind like this. But despite how willing the spirit may have been, your body had taken far too much damage to respond. Wherein you wanted to zip through the air to continue the fight, all your body could do was squirm as you fell face first to the ground.

    Even with both arms unresponsive, you were still conscious. And desperate enough to use your teeth and chin to drag your mangled body towards the arena. It was not to be. Too late did you notice the stretchers and staff coming to pick your pathetic body off the ground. An indescribable wave of bitterness swallowed you from within as you watched someone else succeed where you yourself should have. You continued to look, even when the medical staff had carted you back to the infirmary.

    Success was all that mattered. As a consequence of your loss, you did not.

    So lost in your thoughts, the events that transpired between your briefing and being shucked inside the healing pod came to you in fogged acknowledgment. One thing was clear though, even through the soporific machinations of the healing pod. You had lost. But you were alive. All you had to do was to win. Take back what belonged to you, and then come back home. And with that, your consciousness finally faded away as you drifted off to slumber.

    When you awoke, it was to find yourself against the sterilized bed of the clinic. Your mother sat beside you, cutting apart edibles and tossing them in a bowl. You did not speak however. The fresh wound of your defeat still a source of shame and agony. Thus you trained your eyes unto the greyed ceiling of the room, with nothing but the scraping of a knife to accompany your thoughts.

    The reverie was broken when the knife clinked against the bedside table. Your eyes darted to the source only to stop as it met your mother's. Red and swollen. A complete difference from what you had become accustomed to. She made to speak, albeit the words did not appear. She took a moment, closed her eyes, before she spoke.

    "Your items for the Rite of Passage have been prepared. An Overseer will arrive to brief you of what will be expected of you." You couldn't quite tell what exactly was so different in her voice. So you merely nod, accepting the words for what they were. Wordlessly, your mother pulls something from her bag. And from it appeared the worn and beaten Scouter that your Father's team managed to bring back. You followed the memento as your mother pushed it into your hands. Even with all the marks notched on it due to time, the gadgetry still worked.

    "Come back, Kohri. And never forget."

    "Success is all that matters." The both of you intoned, and where your mother stood up to leave. Leaving you with nothing but a heavy Scouter, and a heavier heart.

    Also half curious on what Traits the candidates beyond Soko have accumulated before they start the Rite of Passage. Would be fun to know, if only get a better view of their characters even if they don't get to be part of Team Royal Passage.
     
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    • Taka said:
    If Kohri wasn't such a brick, he'd probably be envious with how happy Soko is with her family. No celebrations for out little cauliflower.U7

    Faster than any single one of them. Stronger than even ten of the combined. In all the meaningful areas, you were both literally and figuratively beneath her. Pride did not hold you back in that fight. Not even when she had broken through all of your guards and cracked your face to become a fountain of blood. The disparity between yours and hers may not have been immediately clear, but you certainly felt it.

    Certainly far more than the wall behind you; that one cracked against the force of your landing. Yet even then, you wanted to continue fighting. Success was all that mattered and you refused to be left behind like this. But despite how willing the spirit may have been, your body had taken far too much damage to respond. Wherein you wanted to zip through the air to continue the fight, all your body could do was squirm as you fell face first to the ground.

    Even with both arms unresponsive, you were still conscious. And desperate enough to use your teeth and chin to drag your mangled body towards the arena. It was not to be. Too late did you notice the stretchers and staff coming to pick your pathetic body off the ground. An indescribable wave of bitterness swallowed you from within as you watched someone else succeed where you yourself should have. You continued to look, even when the medical staff had carted you back to the infirmary.

    Success was all that mattered. As a consequence of your loss, you did not.

    So lost in your thoughts, the events that transpired between your briefing and being shucked inside the healing pod came to you in fogged acknowledgment. One thing was clear though, even through the soporific machinations of the healing pod. You had lost. But you were alive. All you had to do was to win. Take back what belonged to you, and then come back home. And with that, your consciousness finally faded away as you drifted off to slumber.

    When you awoke, it was to find yourself against the sterilized bed of the clinic. Your mother sat beside you, cutting apart edibles and tossing them in a bowl. You did not speak however. The fresh wound of your defeat still a source of shame and agony. Thus you trained your eyes unto the greyed ceiling of the room, with nothing but the scraping of a knife to accompany your thoughts.

    The reverie was broken when the knife clinked against the bedside table. Your eyes darted to the source only to stop as it met your mother's. Red and swollen. A complete difference from what you had become accustomed to. She made to speak, albeit the words did not appear. She took a moment, closed her eyes, before she spoke.

    "Your items for the Rite of Passage have been prepared. An Overseer will arrive to brief you of what will be expected of you." You couldn't quite tell what exactly was so different in her voice. So you merely nod, accepting the words for what they were. Wordlessly, your mother pulls something from her bag. And from it appeared the worn and beaten Scouter that your Father's team managed to bring back. You followed the memento as your mother pushed it into your hands. Even with all the marks notched on it due to time, the gadgetry still worked.

    "Come back, Kohri. And never forget."

    "Success is all that matters." The both of you intoned, and where your mother stood up to leave. Leaving you with nothing but a heavy Scouter, and a heavier heart.
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    You're giving fuel to a fire you know little to nothing about.
     
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    Taka said:
    Not entirely a bad thing. Not entirely selfless either, cause I wanna know what actions can actually qualify as Traits. Also backstories man. If we knew more about the candidates, then I'm sure the playerbase would be more informed on who Soko may or may not get along with. Also who to best punch in the face for giggles, or bulli like Yamcha/Raditz in the near future.
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    That was in response to the omake, actually.
     
    Alright folks, VOTE IS CLOSED.

    I work later than I thought I did so I can get some progress going.

    I rolled a 1d6 and then two of them tied, so I rolled a 2 sided die because dice roll generators are great.
     
    . . .

    And the character sheet broke again.


    *Sharp inhale*


    Great.


    Welp, this is gonna be a bit and cut into the update. I have nothing everything under control.
     
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    The Rite of Passage Begins
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    • [X] Spend alone time with Aikon. You love your brother and you can't be there for him anymore.

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    You stand across the room from your brother, Aikon as he rummages through his dresser. His room isn't exactly like your own. Similar, yes. Not the same, however. The walls are blue, and he has a couch. He's been rummaging through his dresser for a fair amount of time now, looking for something to give to you.

    The both of you know that tonight is the last time you'll be seeing each other for potentially eight to twelve years, due to his own Rite of Passage coming up. You stand, and walk over to him. You place your hand in his hair and ruffle it.

    "    Hey!" He shouts at you, "I'm busy here!"

    You grin playfully, "    I know. I just don't care. Aikon, this is the last time we'll get to truly be near each other unless dad's decided to throw away the typical rules and have you go on this year's Rite. And you know neither one of us could convince him."

    Aikon's face changes, an almost solemn look washing over it. He looks up at you, making eye contact.

    "    I know."

    You ruffle his head again, "    Hey, your big sister's the toughest kid on the Fleet. I'll have no sad faces from you!"

    You wrap your arm around his head, pulling him into a noogie. His resistance is futile.

    "    Hey! Lemme go! Soookoooo!"

    "    I'm not fluent in whining!" You yell, as he finally gets himself free from your grip. The both of you grin at each other.

    And suddenly, your brother's arms are around you in a tight embrace.

    "    You better be safe out there Soko, you come back so that when I come back we can fight!"

    You fluffle his hair a little, and smile as you return the hug.

    "    You think you'll be able to take me?" You grin mischievously as you speak.

    "    I won't be a baby then!"

    You throw your head back and laugh at his foolishness, grinning at him with as much     evil you can muster before you stare him in the eyes, your smile spreading from ear to ear.

    "    You will always be, my Baby Brother."

    A startled, shocked expression rolls across his face and his right eye twitches. Once more, a whine escapes his lips as he tackles you.

    "    Sooookooo I'm not even that much younger than you!" He exclaims and begins to tickle you.

    "    I-don't-speak-whine!" You gasp out between laughs.

    Overall, it was a great last night on the Fleet.

    ***
    ​
    The morning routine was different today. You had everything you needed gathered up. You had your most pristine armor, the one without the shoulder pads. The black under cloth fitting nicely. Your gloves and boots the most precious white. Your scouter that you wore on your left ear was top-notch.

    Your father had his pristine armor, the one with his own emblem over his heart. The black cape drifting lightly behind him as the tallest Saiyan aboard the fleet walked forth. Purpose in his stride. This year's Rite of Passage ceremony was not like any other that you had been to. And you knew full well the reason.

    This year, the     Heir to the Throne was being sent off. You.

    No pressure or anything.

    Your mother was dressed to the nines as well, a fabulous and grandiose gown and even a crown. Her hair was done up in a beautiful and fantastic way. She herself had a stern, yet firm expression ordained across her face. The expression of a Queen, which you'd one day become.

    Your brother was dressed sharply as well. His own Royal set of armor that even had his very own cape. You hid a smirk, as your brother glanced at you looking him over.
    The four of you entered the grand hall, where the ceremony was to be held. It was massive, filled to the brim. Naturally, the four of you would be last to enter as was always the case. The guards that had accompanied you dispersing amongst the crowd. You almost didn't even notice they were there.

    There was a large platform that held many people your own age. They were all huddled off in groups of threes, the groups for their Rites. You took quick notice of Kuhrifira. His eyes and facial expression     glared at you with a fury and hatred.

    He stood off with his own group, so you were thankful that he was not to be in your own group. And speaking of. . .

    The four of you graced the stage with your presence, and you had to split off to go join Chaya. And by the looks of it, Colby. The three of you were the closest to the podium to where your now headed.

    Apparently, your father had made his decision overnight as to who would be your third. But there wasn't time for that now.

    "    Welcome, one and all. We all know why we must stand upon ceremony today. Today marks the 365th anniversary of the loss of our homeworld, Sadala. As we stand here, humbled by the knowledge of what our own destruction can do to ourselves, we remember what it is to be us.

    We are warriors, through and through. Conquerors we once were, yes. But we've learned our lesson and we were graced with the chance at redemption as a species that now lives among the stars. As some would say,     this is a dream come true. But to us, it is our penitence. Our redemption.

    I stand before you, as King of our Fleet. As but a humble servant to you and your own needs and desires. Born into this life as we all were. Strength, beget upon myself to protect you. And today, we must remember that there are those among us now who will rise to the occasion of our very own protection. Youthful hopefuls who will one day be in the feet of those brave warriors who now stand among you as     Soldiers and Heroes.

    On this day, we send forth many of our young hopefuls into the vast reaches of space on their quest of self-discovery. We send them today, as a reminder of what we must sacrifice and gain to return to our world. To gain a world where we, as Saiyans, can live in harmony and peace with those inhabitants.

    Though as you are all aware of, that day itself has not yet come. Still, we are restricted to the confines of space. Still, we must send our young out in barbaric fashion with the hopes and dreams of many. I, myself am included in this. The Heir to my own Throne goes upon her quest this year. And many of us have high hopes, as well as uncertainties for not just her, but for everyone involved.

    We wish that those who have watched over us before on or own Rites, continue to do so on our children's Rite. We wish that our children earn the strength that they need to overcome their challenges. We wish our children success, and courage.

    And most of all, we wish them to return to us safely. Myself, most of all, would like to see not just my own daughter, but every child come home safely.

    Now, as you all know. Those who embark are set to be gone from now until they reach maturity and adulthood, to return with a lifetime's worth of stories and escapades on planets far and wide. And to return with some form of aid to our fleet. Our numbers grow vast, and our resources always need replenishing from current and former allies.

    Today, our youth will go forward to further those gains and make new allies. To defeat new enemies and rise above what others could have never forsaw in them. Today, our children embark upon a greatness never before seen. As you all, once had.

    Today, is the beginning of the Rite of Passage, and tomorrow is the day we will all remember them for!    "

    The crowd erupts in applause for your father's speech. Grand, as per usual. At once, every one of you who's set to journey forth walks towards the Space Pod. Yours as white and pristine as it could possibly be. Your father's emblem set upon the control panel and the door.

    You see Chaya and Colby step into their own, flashing you nervous smiles as they do.

    And you yourself bend in, and sit down. The door closing behind you as you make yourself comfortable.

    "Welcome, Princess Soko," A mechanized voice comes across, "Please, find a way to be at ease as you shall be in here for some time. The planet that you shall be sent to is six months away from the Fleet's current location. You are to be accompanied by Chaya and Colby, the two of whom you know. Now, young Princess, hold on."

    The Space Pods, including your own, rose up and then drifted through the air into a depressurization chamber, so as to not let the vacuum of space into the fleet. You had closed your eyes and crossed your arms. And as the pressure sealed, the door before your pod opened.

    Wa-BAM!

    The three pods rocketed off into the cosmos, their destination set.



    Relationship Solidified - Your younger brother will remember you as his older caring sister, and will not make an attempt to become the heir.

    Your Rite of Passage has begun, and you have finally embarked upon the six to ten year journey of self-discovery. You'll have a rough game plan going ahead. You'll need to decide upon a few various things for the years going forward. This will determine your future goals, the importance of such goals, and the like.

    The Current Year is Age 751. This will     not take a yearly format, as more of a relevant events kind of format. There will be time skips graced over and summarized.

    Choose all that Apply: Note the importance of each goal.


    [ X ] Find the Woman that was shown in that vision. (Due to already being a goal, this one shall be included no matter the case.)

    [] Search for an item that shall aid the fleet the best.

    [] Forge an alliance with the local population, attempting a negotiation deal with the locals to earn their trust.

    [] Explore the world, and simply have fun. You're going to be here for     years at the least.

    [] Become stronger, you're a Saiyan after all and your     pride demands it.

    [] Become the     strongest on that planet.

    [] Aliens can be friendly, allow the public to know of who and why you're here. Show them they can trust you and your friends.

    [] Write-In!


    THERE IS A TWO HOUR MORATORIUM UPON THIS VOTE TO ENCOURAGE DISCUSSION AND DEBATE. ONCE TWO HOURS HAVE PASSED YOU MAY BEGIN VOTING. WRITE-INS ARE WELCOME AS LONG AS THEY ARE IN CHARACTER.

    I shall post an update as to when voting may begin.


    The dice I rolled were for who'd be our third. Came between Colby and Kuhri. And then I rolled a 1d2 three times and Colby won.

    He was the one meant to go originally. . . Love how the dice does what I want only every now and then.
     
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    • Preliminary:
    [] Become stronger, you're a Saiyan after all and your pride demands it.-1
    -Supa Saiyan
    [] Aliens can be friendly, allow the public to know of who and why you're here. Show them they can trust you and your friends.-2
    -Xenophilia.
    [] Write In: Learn about what makes aliens unique. Everyone has something special, it could be interesting!-3

    How do we note importance?
     
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    Preliminary:
    [] Become stronger, you're a Saiyan after all and your pride demands it.
    -Supa Saiyan
    [] Aliens can be friendly, allow the public to know of who and why you're here. Show them they can trust you and your friends.
    -Xenophilia.
    [] Write In: Learn about what makes aliens unique. Everyone has something special, it could be interesting!

    How do we note importance?
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    Either the order of the vote, or by placing numbers by it.

    Example

    [] Defeat bad guy! - 1

    [] Eat ice cream! - 3

    [] Another vote here! 2
     
    I think our best bet is to keep training and make friends with the locals, then negotiate when we have a better working relationship.
     
    [X] Become stronger, you're a Saiyan after all and your pride demands it.-1
    [X] Aliens can be friendly, allow the public to know of who and why you're here. Show them they can trust you and your friends.-2
    [X] Write In: Learn about what makes aliens unique. Everyone has something special, it could be interesting!-3
     
    [X] Explore the world, and simply have fun. You're going to be here for years at the least.

    [X] Become stronger, you're a Saiyan after all and your pride demands it.
    [X] Become the strongest on that planet.
     
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