StephenRouse

Dragonball: Future Prospects

Smirking, Glass refused to acknowledge Vera and her antics, shaking the lithe girl's hand instead. "Yes, I am the Guardian. Everything I said is true. You have a great deal of potential, and if you wish, I'll be opening my home to any humans I think can become great warriors. That includes you, Rin." Looking up and around at the village, Glass saw the village peoples all watching, wondering what the girl's answer could be.

"You'll still be able to visit home, and there'll be some time off to have fun. That doesn't mean it won't be hard work, though. I can give you time to consider, if you'd like." Though the girl had seemed nervous before, the Namekian now saw a fire in her grey eyes.

Dragonball: Future Prospects

Glass raised an eyebrow as a young girl, maybe in her late tween years, stepped out into the village. Falling down to her shoulders, curly black hair complemented her darkly tanned skin, and a pair of headphones squished down the otherwise poofy hair. She wore a tan linen dress, along with a pair of sandals.

Feeling out, Glass could tell this was the child he had heard of. She was strong, though you couldn't tell by looking at her relatively tall, thin frame. Feeling an awkward silence coming on, the Namekian stepped forward, past the village elders, and offered his hand to the girl. "Hello, I'm the Guardian of the Earth. You can call me Glass."

Dragonball: Future Prospects

"Rin? She's Phan's child, barely twelve years of age." Glass' eyes widened at the revelation. "You say she show's potential? We've known she was strong as a child, but we thought she would eventually go to the Crane School. You say you've taken an interest in her?" Noticing where Vera was glancing, Glass looked over to the building where he sensed ki, and saw a child scurrying away.

"You say she's only twelve? Her power is on a level similar to many adults of the Crane and Turtle School." Turning to the older man, Glass motioned towards the hut with his hand. "Has she ever had any training, or a tutor to teach her about energy? For a child to be as strong as her at this age, she's nothing short of a prodigy."

Stroking his beard, the elder shook his head. "No. I don't think she's ever had a teacher like that."

Dragonball: Future Prospects

Glass' brow twitched, before he allowed his eyes to close in frustration. "No, I'm not here to take your kids. I've sensed one of your village children, who seems to have a great deal of potential. I was hoping to talk to him." By now the pair had drawn quite a crowd, and nearly a dozen men and women had now gathered around them. No children were yet present, however.

The village elder seemed to regain his composure after Vera's shocking revelation. "Would you be talking about Rin?"

Dragonball: Future Prospects

"That could be. I thought the child would at least come to see me though, but it just never happened." Glass watched as Vera approached the power level, following hesitantly. Nearby a small village stood, more a collection of dirt domes and capsule-like buildings than anything else, all of the buildings surrounding a small lake.

"I'm not sure about this, Vera." Looking around, the villagers finally noticed the strange new arrivals, some of the people approaching, though none were of the child. That energy seemed to stay within one of the buildings.

Dragonball: Future Prospects

Flying through the air, Glass glanced and surprisingly laughed out loud. "I've noticed some. You definitely have the speed and power to be a great martial artist, your technique just needs refinement. There are plenty of teachers who could show you the basics." The pair flew over a desert, where a power level could be felt, much higher than the ones surrounding it, but still significantly lower than Glass' or Vera's, if one could feel it.

"And it is outdated. Any warrior worth their salt can fly, and that includes the ones I considered." The Namekian sighed. "Except only the Saiyan boy has showed any interest in training under me, and that was at the behest of his grandfather. I'm not even sure if the boy at the Wandering Lake has considered me."

Pokemon: Our World

It was beautiful spring day in San Francisco. Flying through the clear skies were Wingull and Starley by the hundreds, flocks of the birds socializing with each other as onlookers fed them crumbs. In the Bay, Milotic and Seaking swam through crystal water, and schools of Remoraid searched for food, nibbling on the feet of giggling children. Man and Pokemon lived side by side in peace.

Perhaps the most symbiotic relationship of Man and Pokemon, however, was in the arena. On this particular day, a massive tournament was being held at the Golden Gate Recreational Center, dozens of proud participants coming from across the globe to compete in the mixer. Even the local Gym Leader had taken the day off to compete, hoping to bring a favorable place for his city. Crowds gathered in the thousands, with more than million watching world wide.

Also on this day, a much smaller competition was being held at White Beach. Open to any hobby trainers, the beach had several areas cordoned off in front of a set of bleachers, where the battling would take place. With the pleasant weather, it was the perfect day for a small tournament.

The eight spots for the competition were quickly filled, and the starting match up figured out by drawing. One would face two, three would face four, and so on. The nearby sitting was half-full, mostly just passerby who couldn't make it to the Rec Center's tournament. Still, everyone was excited to see new blood battle, and today's competition looked especially fresh.

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"Ok. Number five. That means we're one of the opening three matches!" Standing on the sidelines, a young man with messy black hair shifted his weight from one hip to the other, biting his lip. "We can do this. It's just some one-on-ones. My team and I have been practicing, and we're more than ready to win this."

The boy blanched. "Wait, I can only use one of you!" Pulling out his two pokeballs, the youth seemed to weigh each ball in his hands, carefully considering each. "You're both fast, and hit strong from afar, but you do better with the other.. Yeah, I guess I'm going with you for this one, buddy." Pocketing his other ball, the man stood there for another moment, before pulling out the ball once again.

"Lets think about this one more time.." Biding his time, Zacharias pondered every move he could, waiting for the competition to start.

Dragonball: Future Prospects

"Yes, the boy is something like one-quarter Saiyan, if I remember correctly." Flying up to catch up with the android, Glass continued. "And yes, a young man whose tribe follows the Wandering Lake has shown incredible potential. To answer your question though, Earth has always done its best when its had strong protectors."

The Namekian glanced sideways, towards the passing pastures and landscape. "We had a golden age after the Z Fighters rose in dominance, and we've been riding that wave for generations. Things aren't like they used to be, though. We need powerful fighters, and until you came, I was the best qualified to train the next generation." Still looking away, Glass smiled at the beautiful scenes found from their height.

"Besides, I think my sons could use a bit of competition. Right now, they only train regularly with me and each other. Most of the human fighters aren't on the same level. Maybe if I train the right person, someone with potential, they'll finally get how loose I've been with them."

Pokemon: Our World

I'm aiming for a start tomorrow, after one last character sheet gets posted. Once that gets done, I'll post an OP for the IC and we can get started!

Dragonball: Future Prospects

Glass had to fight the urge to smirk as the Crane students scattered, the Namekian making an attempt to seem serious. "The masters have nearly a decades of experience under their belts, and their ki makes them age at a slower rate. Most people expect them to be stronger, outside of the few who are naturally more talented with energy and martial arts." Glancing at Vera, he saw a bit of mustard on her lip. Now Glass couldn't help but smirk, but he tried to keep it a more serious expression.

"I've heard of a few abnormally strong humans. I think the boy who fought with us after you awoke was one of them, and another one I know lives in the deserts. I was thinking of training one."