Zabura had remained rather silent after the human who had decidedly poked him was blown away and out of sight. Minutes passed by and the tournament continued to stall and this was something that was agitating him, the humans were enough of an annoyance, and the light in this was place was even more so, the worst of it however was the lack of control the lack of structure in this place. These humans just seemed to delight in being unruly and doing as they please, the before human man who had dared to touch Zabura being only just one prime example of this. Not many would understand that the Demon Realm was not just a place with loads of Demon doing as they please, in fact the general conception that Dabura had often talked about in the past was that humans considered Demons nothing more then mindless beasts who derived on nothing more then causing pain and misery to others. There we even some Humans who had made it their life's ambition to hunt demons down who dared venture into the Earth realm, Zabura had never meant them before or even had the chance to glimpse what they were capable of, but Dabura found a slight respect for them, and as small as it was, any respect towards humans was a big thing with Dabura.
Truth was that most misconceptions of Demons were formed back in a time when Demons controlled much of this realm, back then Demons were the pinnacle of evil, more often then not they were barbaric beasts who only ever delighted in killing the weak and torturing the strong. There was no true hierarchy back then, it was just different rabbles of Demons doing as they pleased to whoever they pleased. It was only when the humans started a war that in the end pushed the Demons to their current home that things started to change in form of dispelling the chaos that had been Demon life. Many Demons in that era believed that they would one day retake their home, and crush the humans who had banished them, but it was not to be, for the doorway that separated the earth realm from the Demon Realm was locked by those same humans who had earned Dabura's respect. The door had remained locked for millennium's and it seemed like it would never again open, most of the demons who once wanted to retake earth either were killed when the first King of Demons took his throne, or some found ways to escape and the ones left slowly were killed one by one. Dabura was only one of ten Demon Kings over the many years, and when the Wizard Bibbity came to the Demon Realm to hide and re-opened the door dispelling the lock for good, many of the Demons who once hated the earthlings and wished to wage war again were gone.
However that had not stopped Demons from escaping from Demon Realm and going to earth again, in fact many demons detested the King of Demons, not wishing to be controlled anymore. When the door first opened many demons escaped back into the earth realm, and in their wake they caused mayhem again. Many humans died when the lock was first broken, it was even said that the same group of humans who had locked the gate were killed out right in retaliation so that never again could the gates of Demon Realm be locked. This though however had caused an outrage from those who managed to survive the onslaught, and those humans left tried to invade the Demon realm in revenge, however they were slaughtered, their numbers too weak and their limited knowledge of the Demon King who controlled the Realm. After this happened there was an upset in the Demon Realm many wanted to wage war on all of earth, and the old feelings of retaking earth surfaced. However the current King of Demons had put and end to that when he alone relocked the gate with a spell that could only be undone by those who were taught how to open the gate, namely those who became the King of Hell. That was why the Demon Kings were all from the same line, only those born into the line of Kings could ever be King so that none could ever ascend the throne and open the gate for the demons to escape and start a war.
The road had been long but the Demon Realm eventually fell into line, some managed to get to earth realm, but they never made it far for the humans who banished them to this realm still existed and from what Zabura knew still hunted any Demons who lingered into earth realm. Being here now and seeing this place for himself, Zabura understood why many Demons detested humans and their way of life. However Zabura like Dabura had no want or need to wage any kind of War, he did not care about the past or taking this place over. Which was why when Dabura left with Bobbity all those years ago it was mysterious and shocking, and even until this day something never seemed right bout it. Zabura silently let his eye's avert from the arena as he idly looked around the crowd of humans his patience thinning ever so slightly, it was however when he caught sight of one human in particular that his interest was peeked.The human seemed to be watching him rather intensively, an Zabura did not like his gaze all that much, no... he did not seem as if he was scared or curious, no he seemed rather deliberate. Zabura silently uncrossed his arms, it appeared the tournament would not start anytime soon, so perhaps it was in his interest to test his theory and see if this human was watching him for a particular reason or not.
Zabura silently lifted himself from the ground as he levitated into the air to the surprise and behest of several onlookers around him in the arena, floating over their heads he let his feet hit the stairs leading up stadium. Swishing his cloak he made his way to the top of the stadium and began walking the back wall heading in the direction of the staging area in the back.
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Slendy said
Androids have a special ability that allows them to fly without using ki. When you said the minimum ki is 250 to fly , does that still apply to me?
I would imagine to keep it fair to all players who join that yes you must also have 250 Ki to fly. An also I am pretty sure that the current level cap is 500 for new players joining in at the current time.
John Benson / Matthew Benson - Gas Go markets gas station
John sat silently on the cold tiled floor of the backroom of the Shell gas station, his son Matthew lay near by, his breathing was slow and steady the sign of someone who was sleeping peacefully enough. That sediment was however was not shared by the forty year old man, his eye's were red by now with black bags underneath them, his once shaven face now caressed with a thickening beard, his hair more grey in the past six months then it had been his whole life. The man who sat on the floor cloaked in a dim failing light from the Coleman lantern in front of him, in all honesty, looked nothing the man who had once been a simple assistant manger at a small General Store. In fact at this point he more then anything looked like a homeless man, his beard, his ragged look, his clothes now torn in several places and splattered with blood only supported this. It had been a long six months, in fact it felt very much like six years or maybe even sixty, everyday was just another day of moving from one place to another, walking in the thick heat, trying to just find some food, water, and shelter for the night that just seemed to come too quick. To the young boy who lay on the floor in peaceful slumber, this world was not as bad as it seemed, but then again an eleven year old boy should not have to deal with a world such as this.
John slowly moved his head as he shifted his body leaning slightly, the rifle he kept beside him shifted with him as he let his eye's observe the room that was for the time concealing them not only from the dead, but possible looters who would look to do them harm. The room was medium in size, around them old shelves were tipped over, empty and void of any items of interest, now covered in a thick layer of dust. Against the wall the working mechanics of a pop machine could be seen, it too was void of any items itself, even the syrup looted god knows when, all that was really left here now was empty worn boxes and shelving. Across from John was the door in which he kept his eye's trained on, it was a basic metal door, the lock long broken, a broken shelf lay jammed under the knob now to keep it closed and secure, and an old towel covering the crack underneath to cloak any light from being seen on the outside. John did not expect any looters honestly, this place was picked clean as it was, and as long as they had no encouragement the dead would not find their way in here either. But this was a moot point to John, if he had learned anything in the past six months, it was that nothing was a sure thing anymore in this world.
Reaching down into his jean jacket pocket John revealed a crumpled pack of Newport menthol's and a lighter that was almost empty now. Opening the pack there was only three left inside it an not another pack in site. He was not really a smoker, never was, in fact he always thought of it as a death sentence back when the world was not like this, but not anymore. The days of playing it safe and just enjoying a long life was over that was obvious, and if he was going to die anyways, he would rather die of lung cancer compared to being torn open and eaten alive. John shakily put the cigarette between his lips, with a couple clicks he brought the lighter to life and lite the tip take a rather long deep drag. Truth was, that John had never been predisposed to situations like this, he had grown up in a small town with his father and mother who were good and simple people. The town was small, a place where everybody knew each other, bad things had almost never happened, he used to spend weekends fishing and camping and hunting, and the weekdays helping his father do small vehicle repairs for the locals in town. So naturally when you see for the first time in your entire life, a man torn open from chest to stomach, and watch his insides get torn out as he weakly tries to fight, your never the same again.
John was thankful that Matthew had not witnessed such a terrible site, that his young son still held onto his innocence... the question he had however was just how long he could shield his son from the true nature of the world now? John blew smoke from his nose and mouth as he looked at his son's face in the dim light, all he had ever wanted was for Matthew to know a good life, a simple life away from the bad things that existed in the world. When his mother Hanna had passed away, he was but a baby so he did not understand fully the reasons for her not being there, and John had tried to conceal the facts the best he could. His own grief was almost enough as it was, the only thing he had in the world when Hanna died was his son, and he had vowed to keep him safe, to keep him happy, to always be there for him. But now everyday all he could think about was how much longer he had with Matthew. John slowly reached his hand over and put it on Matthews cheek, then reaching down he pulled the blanket up covering him up with it. How much longer did either one of them really have left, that was the true question that ran through his mind day in an day out. John was not afraid to die, if anything now death seemed like a hell of a lot better option.
However no matter how good of an idea it seemed, John could not take his own life none the less his sons, there was a harsh truth to face now, and that truth was simply that this was the end for humanity. There truly seemed to be no way back from this hell, and it was hard to have hope after the countless images of people dieing plagued John's head day and night. John took the cigarette from his mouth as he dragged the remains across the floor, the embers slowly went out as he got up from the floor. Making his way across the room he slowly removed the shelf from the door knob, turning his head Matthew was still sleeping soundly, carefully removing the shelf from the knob he kicked the towel aside and slowly emerged from the store room. Pulling his hunting pistol from it's holster had clicked off the safety and looked around through the growing darkness, he heard nothing and saw nothing, it was just silent and... dead. Turning John closed the door tightly as he made his way behind the smashed counter and then into the back. Walking into the dark bathroom he removed a small LED flashlight and clicked it on, walking up to a shattered mirror he looked at his reflection in it, he barely recognized the man looking back at him.
Reaching out he turned the knobs on the sink with his free hand setting the flashlight down, however no water came out, setting the pistol on the edge of the sink he placed his hands on the sides of the sink he bent his head down as he did not wish to see his own reflection anymore. Closing his eye's various images flashed through his head, some were good but many were bad, he could feel his heart beating so fast in his chest as he tried so hard just to cope with everything, but how much longer could he keep going on like this? The nausea hit John hard and fast out of nowhere as he suddenly gagged and vomit exploded from his mouth, John threw up at least three times before he was merely dry heaving. John backed away from the sink and hit the wall behind him, sliding down to the floor he shakily put his hand to his head, his head was burning furiously as his eye's burned wanting to shed tears. There was no denying it... John was not long going to survive this mentally, how much longer could he hold onto the good man he was until he became like the others out there, raping and pillaging and killing indiscriminately? Everyday he felt like he was slipping into a darkness he just couldn't avoid, and the only thing he had to hold onto was Matthew and John knew it was only a matter of time before his life too ended.
When John heard the scream of his young son his head bolted up so fast his neck cracked harshly, quickly regaining his feet he nearly bashed his head on the sink as he grabbed his gun off the ledge and bolted through the darkness smashing his knee on the smashed counter. John cursed to himself as he quickly made his way through the door to the backroom, quickly opening it his burst through as he saw his son moving on his sleeping bag screaming. John quickly went forward and slid to the floor, grabbing Matthew he pulled him shaking him lightly.
"Matthew, Matthew wake up its Daddy I'm here."
John spoke in a rough lightly accented voice as Matthew's eye's suddenly popped open and he stopped failing around. Matthew immediately saw John as he wrapped his arms around his neck squeezing hard. Matthew was breathing hard as his heart was racing against John's chest, John wrapped his arms around Matthew as the young boy started to cry. John had no idea what had happened, a nightmare was the best thing he could think off, rubbing his hand down Matthews back he shushed him quietly as he tried to calm him down.
"Daddy's here buddy, shh, daddy's here its all right."
Matthew shook hard as he kept his tight grip around John's neck, John kept him close as he tried his best to soothe him, he must have a bad nightmare to shake this much. John could only imagine what his son had dreamt of and it broke his heart to think he was this scared right now.
"Its okay buddy, were gonna be okay, I promise it was just a dream, shh."
It took some time but Matthew finally calmed down enough that he slowly slid back into sleep. John still held him in his arms as he positioned himself back against the wall and rested his sons head against his arm. Leaning his own head back he looked at the open door across from him, the darkness seemed to almost suck the life out of the room. Breathing in deeply then out John sighed lowly, the road ahead was going to be anything but easy, but as long as he had breath in his body, he would walk through hell fire to protect his son, and no matter how much his mind changed, that would always remain.
John sat silently on the cold tiled floor of the backroom of the Shell gas station, his son Matthew lay near by, his breathing was slow and steady the sign of someone who was sleeping peacefully enough. That sediment was however was not shared by the forty year old man, his eye's were red by now with black bags underneath them, his once shaven face now caressed with a thickening beard, his hair more grey in the past six months then it had been his whole life. The man who sat on the floor cloaked in a dim failing light from the Coleman lantern in front of him, in all honesty, looked nothing the man who had once been a simple assistant manger at a small General Store. In fact at this point he more then anything looked like a homeless man, his beard, his ragged look, his clothes now torn in several places and splattered with blood only supported this. It had been a long six months, in fact it felt very much like six years or maybe even sixty, everyday was just another day of moving from one place to another, walking in the thick heat, trying to just find some food, water, and shelter for the night that just seemed to come too quick. To the young boy who lay on the floor in peaceful slumber, this world was not as bad as it seemed, but then again an eleven year old boy should not have to deal with a world such as this.
John slowly moved his head as he shifted his body leaning slightly, the rifle he kept beside him shifted with him as he let his eye's observe the room that was for the time concealing them not only from the dead, but possible looters who would look to do them harm. The room was medium in size, around them old shelves were tipped over, empty and void of any items of interest, now covered in a thick layer of dust. Against the wall the working mechanics of a pop machine could be seen, it too was void of any items itself, even the syrup looted god knows when, all that was really left here now was empty worn boxes and shelving. Across from John was the door in which he kept his eye's trained on, it was a basic metal door, the lock long broken, a broken shelf lay jammed under the knob now to keep it closed and secure, and an old towel covering the crack underneath to cloak any light from being seen on the outside. John did not expect any looters honestly, this place was picked clean as it was, and as long as they had no encouragement the dead would not find their way in here either. But this was a moot point to John, if he had learned anything in the past six months, it was that nothing was a sure thing anymore in this world.
Reaching down into his jean jacket pocket John revealed a crumpled pack of Newport menthol's and a lighter that was almost empty now. Opening the pack there was only three left inside it an not another pack in site. He was not really a smoker, never was, in fact he always thought of it as a death sentence back when the world was not like this, but not anymore. The days of playing it safe and just enjoying a long life was over that was obvious, and if he was going to die anyways, he would rather die of lung cancer compared to being torn open and eaten alive. John shakily put the cigarette between his lips, with a couple clicks he brought the lighter to life and lite the tip take a rather long deep drag. Truth was, that John had never been predisposed to situations like this, he had grown up in a small town with his father and mother who were good and simple people. The town was small, a place where everybody knew each other, bad things had almost never happened, he used to spend weekends fishing and camping and hunting, and the weekdays helping his father do small vehicle repairs for the locals in town. So naturally when you see for the first time in your entire life, a man torn open from chest to stomach, and watch his insides get torn out as he weakly tries to fight, your never the same again.
John was thankful that Matthew had not witnessed such a terrible site, that his young son still held onto his innocence... the question he had however was just how long he could shield his son from the true nature of the world now? John blew smoke from his nose and mouth as he looked at his son's face in the dim light, all he had ever wanted was for Matthew to know a good life, a simple life away from the bad things that existed in the world. When his mother Hanna had passed away, he was but a baby so he did not understand fully the reasons for her not being there, and John had tried to conceal the facts the best he could. His own grief was almost enough as it was, the only thing he had in the world when Hanna died was his son, and he had vowed to keep him safe, to keep him happy, to always be there for him. But now everyday all he could think about was how much longer he had with Matthew. John slowly reached his hand over and put it on Matthews cheek, then reaching down he pulled the blanket up covering him up with it. How much longer did either one of them really have left, that was the true question that ran through his mind day in an day out. John was not afraid to die, if anything now death seemed like a hell of a lot better option.
However no matter how good of an idea it seemed, John could not take his own life none the less his sons, there was a harsh truth to face now, and that truth was simply that this was the end for humanity. There truly seemed to be no way back from this hell, and it was hard to have hope after the countless images of people dieing plagued John's head day and night. John took the cigarette from his mouth as he dragged the remains across the floor, the embers slowly went out as he got up from the floor. Making his way across the room he slowly removed the shelf from the door knob, turning his head Matthew was still sleeping soundly, carefully removing the shelf from the knob he kicked the towel aside and slowly emerged from the store room. Pulling his hunting pistol from it's holster had clicked off the safety and looked around through the growing darkness, he heard nothing and saw nothing, it was just silent and... dead. Turning John closed the door tightly as he made his way behind the smashed counter and then into the back. Walking into the dark bathroom he removed a small LED flashlight and clicked it on, walking up to a shattered mirror he looked at his reflection in it, he barely recognized the man looking back at him.
Reaching out he turned the knobs on the sink with his free hand setting the flashlight down, however no water came out, setting the pistol on the edge of the sink he placed his hands on the sides of the sink he bent his head down as he did not wish to see his own reflection anymore. Closing his eye's various images flashed through his head, some were good but many were bad, he could feel his heart beating so fast in his chest as he tried so hard just to cope with everything, but how much longer could he keep going on like this? The nausea hit John hard and fast out of nowhere as he suddenly gagged and vomit exploded from his mouth, John threw up at least three times before he was merely dry heaving. John backed away from the sink and hit the wall behind him, sliding down to the floor he shakily put his hand to his head, his head was burning furiously as his eye's burned wanting to shed tears. There was no denying it... John was not long going to survive this mentally, how much longer could he hold onto the good man he was until he became like the others out there, raping and pillaging and killing indiscriminately? Everyday he felt like he was slipping into a darkness he just couldn't avoid, and the only thing he had to hold onto was Matthew and John knew it was only a matter of time before his life too ended.
When John heard the scream of his young son his head bolted up so fast his neck cracked harshly, quickly regaining his feet he nearly bashed his head on the sink as he grabbed his gun off the ledge and bolted through the darkness smashing his knee on the smashed counter. John cursed to himself as he quickly made his way through the door to the backroom, quickly opening it his burst through as he saw his son moving on his sleeping bag screaming. John quickly went forward and slid to the floor, grabbing Matthew he pulled him shaking him lightly.
"Matthew, Matthew wake up its Daddy I'm here."
John spoke in a rough lightly accented voice as Matthew's eye's suddenly popped open and he stopped failing around. Matthew immediately saw John as he wrapped his arms around his neck squeezing hard. Matthew was breathing hard as his heart was racing against John's chest, John wrapped his arms around Matthew as the young boy started to cry. John had no idea what had happened, a nightmare was the best thing he could think off, rubbing his hand down Matthews back he shushed him quietly as he tried to calm him down.
"Daddy's here buddy, shh, daddy's here its all right."
Matthew shook hard as he kept his tight grip around John's neck, John kept him close as he tried his best to soothe him, he must have a bad nightmare to shake this much. John could only imagine what his son had dreamt of and it broke his heart to think he was this scared right now.
"Its okay buddy, were gonna be okay, I promise it was just a dream, shh."
It took some time but Matthew finally calmed down enough that he slowly slid back into sleep. John still held him in his arms as he positioned himself back against the wall and rested his sons head against his arm. Leaning his own head back he looked at the open door across from him, the darkness seemed to almost suck the life out of the room. Breathing in deeply then out John sighed lowly, the road ahead was going to be anything but easy, but as long as he had breath in his body, he would walk through hell fire to protect his son, and no matter how much his mind changed, that would always remain.
Rising Sun said
Can we join the RP as an audience member? Or at least them being in a different location training for the next tournament?
You can definitively join as an Audience member thats where Zabura is right now. As for a different location im unsure thats up to J8cob
Edit: Silver Carrot I am pretty sure this is still open just be aware that you would not be able to join the current tournament. The competition is already underway.
All this waiting is gonna make Zabura wanna blow more people away lmfao
General Appearance and Traits:
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Hazel
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 165 plbs
Physique: Fit but a bit more on the lighter side
Clothing: John is know for just wearing simple clothing never being on for wearing expensive items. His normal clothing consists of a pair of lightly brown colored timberland boots, a pair of faded blue jeans, a black leather belt, a long sleeved tan shirt a long with a similar tan colored hunting vest, and a faded hunting cap and a jean jacket.
Name : John Samuel Benson
Age : 40
Skill :
Weapon :
Browning Bar safari 308.
Smith and Wesson 22A pistol (camo design)
Bowie hunting knife
Personality : John is what you might consider a small town country type person before all this started. He was a good man who smiled a lot, had a lot of friends, a loving family, he just had a generally good attitude his whole life and always a positive outlook on life. John is what you might have consider a simple and generous soul who would have given you the shirt off his own back if you needed it. John was the type of person who would take a whole day off on work just to spend time with people, especially his son whom like him loved to camp and hunt. A passionate and forthcoming man, again John was a simple country man raised on the basic principles of family comes first, and thats the end of the story. However now after the start of the apocalypse his out look on life has become rather bleak and just full of nightmares. John rarely smiles anymore unless it be to cheer his son up, the trusting man he used to be has been shredded by how the world has become. In a lot of ways John fights with himself on the inside, he wants to be the trusting man he was before, to be that gentle being he was before, but he knows that in this new world he has to be someone willing to do what it takes to keep himself and his son safe. So he is often conflicted between who he wants to be and who he has to be to survive.
Brief Bio : Before the start of the Apocalypse John was a simple man who worked in the general store in his small town, he had a small cabin style house just on the outside of town where he lived with his son Matthew. It was a simple life for the most part, it was quiet and it was a good life, they had just enough to get by and that was enough for them. More often then not on the weekends John and his son would go hunting out in the woods, and would camp, something they both loved to do. His wife having died several years earlier, Matthew had becomes John's whole life, and he made sure to spend as much time with him as possible, even to the point where he sacrificed a lot to make sure everyday was special. After the start of the apocalypse John found himself thrust into a world he had never before known, a world that was quickly engulfed by hatred, mistrust, and deceit. At first John tried to retain who he was, and tried to keep himself and his son within the small town they lived in, hoping that what was happening in the world would not make it to their small town. However as time went on the hell that had started quickly came to greet them, it started with armed looters and then continued on to the Walkers from bigger neighboring towns stumbling into town. An very much like everyone else John realized they could not stay and he took his son and went on the move trying to find safety wherever he could. This too was futile, a trial and error in a lot of ways, having meant many people along the road who wished to do them harm. As time slowly went on John began to stray away from groups of people, resorting to keeping himself and his son secluded from others. The only thing that matters anymore is keeping his son safe, no matter what that takes.
Actually you could do it live like in a chat site. We always did fights like the between players. So then your able to talk outside the chat and collab with each other on what you wanna do then you just edit it all into one post.
Iv always found this a lot easier then post by post fighting.
Iv always found this a lot easier then post by post fighting.
Zabura
Zabura was silent as he watched from a top of roof of one of the many buildings that littered the Budokai tournament, his arms were crossed almost in a form of agitation as he watched the various humans an other species alike mingle around loudly. They were like ants, all of them scurrying around unchecked, unmarked, doing as they pleased wherever they desired. It was obvious that to the demon King that this kind of freedom was not something that was seen everyday, at least not for him. In the Demon Realm such freedom did not even exist, you had your place, your level in life, and you were not allowed to move beyond that unless you were told too. Even Zabura had to deal with his role in the Demon Realm, he was not exempt from it, however his role was a lot harder then the rest. Most to none understood what being the Prince of the Demon Realm entailed, unlike the mass of Demons lumbering about, Zabura was never allowed even that amount of freedom, he was always being trained, tested, taught, hurt, such was the life when you were destined to be the new King of Demon Realm one day. He did not hate his life nor did he regret it, because to a Demon regret was an emotion that had no real place, and hate was just a form of crying for a Demon. None truly understood the nature of a demon, to these people he was but a monster at best, and perhaps in some ways he was, but things were different in Demon Realm then they are here, something he had definitively found out through his time here. The most annoying perhaps was the fact that unlike in the Demon Realm he was unable to achieve his full power in this place. Hell he could barely obtain even ten percent of his power here, this place was so full of light energy, there was dark of course but not nearly enough.
This was a problem in a way, not being to obtain his full power, however it was not a problem as of right now, it was not like any of these weak earthlings even posed even a little bit of a threat to him. His standing power was more then enough to deal with these... people... if it truly came down to it. However he could sense higher power levels hidden within this planet, this is what interested him the most, besides the real reason he had appeared at the tournament grounds this day. These power levels paled in comparison to what he hoped to obtain from this tournament, the only thing he truly cared about right now was finding out what had happened to Dabura, an seeming there seemed to be no real information he could possess from these people, then there was but one way... a wish from these mystical items that were said to be the prize of winning this tournament. He had come too late to qualify in the tournament but this made no difference to him, he would take by force if that was truly how it had to be, no one would stop him from obtaining the truth behind Dabura's disappearance.
For now however he would bide his time seeming he did not know where these mystical Dragon Balls were being held, so he would just have to wait an see for now. Zabura uncrossed his arms silently as he jumped from the top of the building and slowly made his way down to the ground. As his feet hit the cold cement his green cape billowed slightly behind him before he walked silently into the crowd of people all around. The stares he received were numerous as he walked almost two feet or more taller then everybody else, the looks of fear were obvious to him as a lot of these earthlings tried to avoid even getting near him none the less anything else. However this did not stop the numerous other earthlings from bumping into him as he was engulfed in a sea of people going in every direction. Zabura was not used to being touched or bumped into, consider him royalty if you like, but in his realm no demon dared to touch him even by accident, so it did not come naturally to him that these weaklings were bumping into him like he was just another person here. His frustration was evident soon enough as he was soon being crowded and blocked in by people all over the place. His anger at a peak Zabura built up energy in his hands, and then out stretching his arms, raw energy emitted from his finger tips as a fierce wind like gust hit both sides of crowded people. Almost instantly the crowd of people on both sides were blown slightly away from Zabura as they were knocked on top of each other. Zabura lowered his arms as he silently continued walking, the numerous people were now dazed slightly but not hurt, they would probably never even realize he had anything to do with the freak gust of wind, like it mattered to him anyways.
Eventually Zabura found himself wondering into the area that housed the main arena, like before the entire place was packing with people ready to watch the fighting. Zabura would want a close seat so he silently pushed his way through the crowd of people, making his way forward he found and empty seat near a couple earthlings, one in particular seemed a lot different from the other ones from his spiky hair, and he also had a sufficiently higher power level just from feel. Zabura turned his gaze on him just for a split second as the boy seemed to be leaving catching a glimpse of the boys bacl, his eyes glowing ever so slightly before he drew his attention back away towards the arena. Zabura crossed his arms silently as he stood at the rail watching the arena silently, however this did not last long before he heard a human voice talking towards him.
"Hey buddy, this is my seat, you gotta go somewhere else."
Zabura heard the nosily voice but did not turn or even acknowledge that he had heard it, he just kept his eye's on the ring, he was ever so slightly curious how strong these fighters were going to be, and he did not want to miss anything. The man beside him however did not relent, pushing his finger into his side the man spoke again.
"This is my seat man find your own."
The man poked Zabura a couple more times, Zabura did not turn his head, keeping his arms crossed he raised the hand near the man and pointed one finger up. Like before there was a gust of raw energy but just from his finger this time. The gust of energy hit the man head on, the man flew back idly as if he was flying away backwards and then disappeared with a yelp of surprise. Zabura lowered his finger idly as he kept his eye's trained on the ring, it would almost be time to begin.
Zabura was silent as he watched from a top of roof of one of the many buildings that littered the Budokai tournament, his arms were crossed almost in a form of agitation as he watched the various humans an other species alike mingle around loudly. They were like ants, all of them scurrying around unchecked, unmarked, doing as they pleased wherever they desired. It was obvious that to the demon King that this kind of freedom was not something that was seen everyday, at least not for him. In the Demon Realm such freedom did not even exist, you had your place, your level in life, and you were not allowed to move beyond that unless you were told too. Even Zabura had to deal with his role in the Demon Realm, he was not exempt from it, however his role was a lot harder then the rest. Most to none understood what being the Prince of the Demon Realm entailed, unlike the mass of Demons lumbering about, Zabura was never allowed even that amount of freedom, he was always being trained, tested, taught, hurt, such was the life when you were destined to be the new King of Demon Realm one day. He did not hate his life nor did he regret it, because to a Demon regret was an emotion that had no real place, and hate was just a form of crying for a Demon. None truly understood the nature of a demon, to these people he was but a monster at best, and perhaps in some ways he was, but things were different in Demon Realm then they are here, something he had definitively found out through his time here. The most annoying perhaps was the fact that unlike in the Demon Realm he was unable to achieve his full power in this place. Hell he could barely obtain even ten percent of his power here, this place was so full of light energy, there was dark of course but not nearly enough.
This was a problem in a way, not being to obtain his full power, however it was not a problem as of right now, it was not like any of these weak earthlings even posed even a little bit of a threat to him. His standing power was more then enough to deal with these... people... if it truly came down to it. However he could sense higher power levels hidden within this planet, this is what interested him the most, besides the real reason he had appeared at the tournament grounds this day. These power levels paled in comparison to what he hoped to obtain from this tournament, the only thing he truly cared about right now was finding out what had happened to Dabura, an seeming there seemed to be no real information he could possess from these people, then there was but one way... a wish from these mystical items that were said to be the prize of winning this tournament. He had come too late to qualify in the tournament but this made no difference to him, he would take by force if that was truly how it had to be, no one would stop him from obtaining the truth behind Dabura's disappearance.
For now however he would bide his time seeming he did not know where these mystical Dragon Balls were being held, so he would just have to wait an see for now. Zabura uncrossed his arms silently as he jumped from the top of the building and slowly made his way down to the ground. As his feet hit the cold cement his green cape billowed slightly behind him before he walked silently into the crowd of people all around. The stares he received were numerous as he walked almost two feet or more taller then everybody else, the looks of fear were obvious to him as a lot of these earthlings tried to avoid even getting near him none the less anything else. However this did not stop the numerous other earthlings from bumping into him as he was engulfed in a sea of people going in every direction. Zabura was not used to being touched or bumped into, consider him royalty if you like, but in his realm no demon dared to touch him even by accident, so it did not come naturally to him that these weaklings were bumping into him like he was just another person here. His frustration was evident soon enough as he was soon being crowded and blocked in by people all over the place. His anger at a peak Zabura built up energy in his hands, and then out stretching his arms, raw energy emitted from his finger tips as a fierce wind like gust hit both sides of crowded people. Almost instantly the crowd of people on both sides were blown slightly away from Zabura as they were knocked on top of each other. Zabura lowered his arms as he silently continued walking, the numerous people were now dazed slightly but not hurt, they would probably never even realize he had anything to do with the freak gust of wind, like it mattered to him anyways.
Eventually Zabura found himself wondering into the area that housed the main arena, like before the entire place was packing with people ready to watch the fighting. Zabura would want a close seat so he silently pushed his way through the crowd of people, making his way forward he found and empty seat near a couple earthlings, one in particular seemed a lot different from the other ones from his spiky hair, and he also had a sufficiently higher power level just from feel. Zabura turned his gaze on him just for a split second as the boy seemed to be leaving catching a glimpse of the boys bacl, his eyes glowing ever so slightly before he drew his attention back away towards the arena. Zabura crossed his arms silently as he stood at the rail watching the arena silently, however this did not last long before he heard a human voice talking towards him.
"Hey buddy, this is my seat, you gotta go somewhere else."
Zabura heard the nosily voice but did not turn or even acknowledge that he had heard it, he just kept his eye's on the ring, he was ever so slightly curious how strong these fighters were going to be, and he did not want to miss anything. The man beside him however did not relent, pushing his finger into his side the man spoke again.
"This is my seat man find your own."
The man poked Zabura a couple more times, Zabura did not turn his head, keeping his arms crossed he raised the hand near the man and pointed one finger up. Like before there was a gust of raw energy but just from his finger this time. The gust of energy hit the man head on, the man flew back idly as if he was flying away backwards and then disappeared with a yelp of surprise. Zabura lowered his finger idly as he kept his eye's trained on the ring, it would almost be time to begin.
Well actually you don't have to do that if it nots necessary I can change it around a little bit and just have him at the tournament instead. In fact that opens up a rather large slew of possibilities for Zabura. I did not realize that it was too late for the tourney entry, but its no problem.
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