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Post by Jagaimo on Aug 18, 2024 17:14:29 GMT -5
The smell emanating from the rear of the Brawl Hole had been wafting around the streets of the Radditsu District since the early hours of the morning, permeating every opening it could find in the nearby buildings and lingering even as the wind tried to blow it all away. Mouths watered unconsciously as the smell of seared meat and dripping fat reached their nostrils, spices most couldn’t recognise adding an edge to the smokey flavour that was hard to ignore. The little chef that ran the Hole’s kitchen with an iron skillet had been hard at work for the last few days, prepping all kinds of strange sauces and marinades in almost every available container they had in the kitchens, the regular dining options available to patrons reduced to nothing for the back end of the week…there had simply been no room to prep the usual amount of food needed to satisfy the customers with the event that had been planned ahead.
When he wasn’t keeping a watchful eye over his carefully prepared concoctions, Zakuro was out in the ‘yard’ of the bar some distance from the pit itself, overseeing the set-up of what looked like a cooking spit on steroids. The massive tilted metal structure was easily some 15 feet high, highly polished and clearly specialized to do one thing only. Two Saiyan’s and an Arcosian dressed in strange colourful furs had spent time digging away a small pit beneath the structure and now heaps of wood and combustible fuel had been added, along with a 6 foot deep, 8 foot wide cauldron at the end where the strange machine came closest to the ground.
Everything had been prepped well in advance and on this morning the fire beneath the giant spit was already roaring, the huge Saiba-Rex torso, sizzling away and bubbling with fat as the flames kissed its golden skin. Alongside the giant auto-rotating spit were a rack of small grills, all fed by red hot coals, where smaller cuts dripped their juices onto the hot rocks below. The small Tuffle chef ran back and forth between the grills, stripped to the waist in the blazing heat of his own creation, a red and white patterned bandana keeping the sweat from his eyes. Two other Tuffles and a broad shouldered, red jewels Arcosian moved back and forth between sections under Zakuro’s instructions.
They were in for a treat today.
Kinoko was busy ordering around Kotsuzui, making her move tables and chairs from a storage vehicle parked beside the bar to an open space not too far from the pit, but not close enough to see what was going on. For a first hand view customers were going to have to get up and go to the railings. But taking a cue from Zuqetta and her love of showmanship, the whily old Saiyan had procured a number of floating screens and drones that were able to transmit the fight to the monitors scattered around inside the bar and the new seating area they had prepared. Now with the new set up, almost everyone would be able to see the action regardless of whether they pushed their way to the railing or not, something which meant more people could engage with the spectacle rather than simply listening out for the cheers.
For her part, Kotsuzui just whistled away as she worked, stopping occasionally to drink for a huge jug on one of the tables, before moving on. The giant Saiyan woman knew better than to talk back to Kinoko despite the differences in power between them. The old scarred Saiyan was the boss, so you listened to the one in charge. It just made things run smoother.
Initially Jagaimo had refused to compete, flat out stating that she needed to be looking after Rapini, that the girl couldn’t be left alone for so long without feeding and changing and that it wasn’t right to leave her unprotected. It was Zakuro who pointed out that they weren’t leaving the planet, only going to the garden as it were…and that at the speeds her Father could move that anyone coming close to Rapini would regret it almost instantly…before they died horribly…The small Tuffle chef pulled a weird kind of face like he had tasted something horrible when he spoke about the violence but he made his point well. So in the end, after several more hours of convincing and back and forth, it was decided that Zakuro’s sister would travel in from Hatchi, to look after the little Saiyan while her parents took some time out to look after themselves. Zakura seemed to know her stuff despite the baby being almost half as big as she was already. It was an odd picture to see her holding the child, but the woman radiated a calm of experienced motherhood that even made Jagaimo feel okay with the arrangement. And so it was decided. She would fight as well.
Now all they needed was the customers and fighters to start arriving.
What had originally been intended as a small time event to try and encourage a few invited fighters from across other worlds to compete and show off their skills, had turned into a brawl for all line up after far more replies came in that Jagaimo had originally sent out. She suspected her bar manager had something to do with it but in the end she’d just shrugged and gone along with the idea. Helping to figure out what they were going to do with so many fighters. How did that woman know so many people?
The format had been pretty simple to work out.
A few of the opening bouts were chosen for their clash of styles, to see how they would compete with each other, while the main event had been decided on as a last man standing style match, with eight combatants chosen at random from the replies they’d received in the weeks after the invitations had been sent out.
To limit damage to the surrounding area’s each combatant had agreed to the stipulation of wearing a Ki suppression band or vest or some form that would limit them to a battle power of 500 no matter how hard they tried to exceed it. Weapons and armour had been prohibited from all of the fights, as well as any revival stimulants…to try and keep things fair and fun. It was after all meant to be a display of martial ability not a technological showcase.
She’d only ever met two of the invited fighters herself so the others were a little bit of a mystery right now. Jagaimo knew an officer from the Empire had accepted an invitation and she was interested to witness first hand how the Arcosian’s taught and fought when it came to close quarters. Even when she’d been a guest of the State she’d not gotten much chance to square off against one.
The others were a bit of a mixed bag and she wasn’t too sure what she was getting into, other than a list of names she knew nothing about the other guests.. Of the ones she knew about, she’d only actually fought one of them before…and that was recently. Yakito was a tough opponent and she was looking forward to facing them on better terms than their last encounter. The furred fighter used a style similar to many Saiyan’s she’d met and didn’t seem the type to go for flashy or showy, which was something Jagaimo had liked about the Fox Fighter.
Lottus made up the last entry and she knew just how strong he was from the last time she’d encountered him on the battlefield. Now he was even stronger and she doubted anyone on the roster today could have taken him on one on one…Even seven on one Jagaimo wasn’t sure they’d have much chance but…maybe the others were out in that league as well? However with the suppression systems in place, at the same battle power…would his experience count for more than just his overwhelming power? She wasn’t sure if she was fooling herself but the young woman had a feeling it would be much closer than if they came to blows outside of the pit.
As spectators had begun to arrive the bar and seating area had quickly filled to capacity, spilling out around the pit and even to the street out front. The enticing smells of the food and the spectacle of the Saiba-Rex spitted and turning over the flame brought everyone's gaze over and more than a few couldn’t resist the urge to make a purchase and walk away with a steaming pile of perfectly marinated and cooked meat in some kind of seeded bun.
Drinks flowed freely and a small group had gathered around the Arcosian in the strange furs, apparently the hunter that had taken the Rex down with a spear thrust into its open maw. The two Saiyan’s that accompanied him, exchanged a few curious glances with each other as the story flowed but said nothing to contradict the red jeweled alien in the bright yellow and blue fur wrap. Jagaimo had seen him before and had even used his services a few times when putting Saiba-meats on the table in the bar. Zakuro seemed to trust him and the prices he charged seemed reasonable...The Rex had cost a small fortune but was worth every Zeni once she had seen the size of the thing being prepped for the initational. Let them brag all they wanted to and soak in the adulkation of others. It was obvious to any seasoned hunters that the two Saiyan's also moved with a grace that didn't come from combat alone, and they watched everything. They might not have taken to boasting like the Lizard but it was clearly a team effort in bringing down the beast and getting here for them to offerup to the guests today.
Jagaimo herself, was behind the Brawl Hole, in the fighters area close to the pit, a small roped off section that allowed them to stow their gear and prepare themselves for the upcoming match. She’d stripped down to a simple version of the Saiyan body glove that usually went under her armour, however this one did forgo the long sleeves and pants style in favour of a vest top that exposed her shoulders and arms completely and a pair of tight shorts that left her bare legs free and unimpeded. As always when she fought here her feet were bare, preferring to feel the red sand between her toes. While not in the best shape she’d ever been in, considering what she’d gone through the last few months, her muscled moved fluidly under her skin, not quite as defined as they had once been but clearly not just there for show either. The Saiyan fighter bounced a few times on the balls of her feet, shaking off her arms and rolling her head slowly round on her shoulders before slowly leaning forwards, stretching her arms out and then all the way down to grab her ankles…before her hands moved to flatten out pon the dusty ground, palms flat, mumbling under her breath.
“Shoulda worked out a bit more before you agreed to this girl…Kinoko owes you for this one…better be worth the effort..”
She held the pose for a little longer before rising back to standing, looking for her other competitors and saying hi to a bunch of regulars that were shouting encouragement her way. Since taking over she’d gotten to know more and more of the local residents and more than a few had become regulars at the bar…some she’d even trained with in the past.
The bookies it seemed were out in force today, barkers shouting out odds that seemed to change with every passing moment and exchanging currency for slips. Unsurprisingly Lottus seemed to have the highest odds of winning, so betting on him to win wasn’t going to fetch you much in return…however curiously the odds for him to be knocked out first were astronomical…
Maybe I should make a bet just in case…
Jagaimo chuckled to herself as she slipped the suppression vest over her shoulders and clipped it into place, adjusting all the fastening to make sure this marvel of Tuffle tech was securely in place. Her hand slipped across the control panel but didn’t activate anything yet. The equipment had all been preset and checked over by at least 3 different members of the Palace Guard to make sure there was no cheating going on. They weren't hard to programme but at least by having them checked, Jagaimo knew she couldn’t be accused of trying to rig the whole event.
Her stomach growled as the wind changed and the smell of the fire roasted Rex drifted across the arena and fighters area, causing her to involuntarily lick her lips. She laughed and slapped her cheeks lightly, shaking her head so that her mane of hair shook like a tree in a strong wind.
“So easily distracted girl…comon…concentrate.”
Someone shouted something, the call passing down as the last bout finished in the pit to a cheer, some Namekian had been battling with a Konastian who seemed to have an almost dancer like quality to their fighting. It had been an interesting match but Jagaimo hadn’t seen who had won between them.
“Fighters to the Hole!”
That was the cue, too late to drop out now…
When he wasn’t keeping a watchful eye over his carefully prepared concoctions, Zakuro was out in the ‘yard’ of the bar some distance from the pit itself, overseeing the set-up of what looked like a cooking spit on steroids. The massive tilted metal structure was easily some 15 feet high, highly polished and clearly specialized to do one thing only. Two Saiyan’s and an Arcosian dressed in strange colourful furs had spent time digging away a small pit beneath the structure and now heaps of wood and combustible fuel had been added, along with a 6 foot deep, 8 foot wide cauldron at the end where the strange machine came closest to the ground.
Everything had been prepped well in advance and on this morning the fire beneath the giant spit was already roaring, the huge Saiba-Rex torso, sizzling away and bubbling with fat as the flames kissed its golden skin. Alongside the giant auto-rotating spit were a rack of small grills, all fed by red hot coals, where smaller cuts dripped their juices onto the hot rocks below. The small Tuffle chef ran back and forth between the grills, stripped to the waist in the blazing heat of his own creation, a red and white patterned bandana keeping the sweat from his eyes. Two other Tuffles and a broad shouldered, red jewels Arcosian moved back and forth between sections under Zakuro’s instructions.
They were in for a treat today.
Kinoko was busy ordering around Kotsuzui, making her move tables and chairs from a storage vehicle parked beside the bar to an open space not too far from the pit, but not close enough to see what was going on. For a first hand view customers were going to have to get up and go to the railings. But taking a cue from Zuqetta and her love of showmanship, the whily old Saiyan had procured a number of floating screens and drones that were able to transmit the fight to the monitors scattered around inside the bar and the new seating area they had prepared. Now with the new set up, almost everyone would be able to see the action regardless of whether they pushed their way to the railing or not, something which meant more people could engage with the spectacle rather than simply listening out for the cheers.
For her part, Kotsuzui just whistled away as she worked, stopping occasionally to drink for a huge jug on one of the tables, before moving on. The giant Saiyan woman knew better than to talk back to Kinoko despite the differences in power between them. The old scarred Saiyan was the boss, so you listened to the one in charge. It just made things run smoother.
Initially Jagaimo had refused to compete, flat out stating that she needed to be looking after Rapini, that the girl couldn’t be left alone for so long without feeding and changing and that it wasn’t right to leave her unprotected. It was Zakuro who pointed out that they weren’t leaving the planet, only going to the garden as it were…and that at the speeds her Father could move that anyone coming close to Rapini would regret it almost instantly…before they died horribly…The small Tuffle chef pulled a weird kind of face like he had tasted something horrible when he spoke about the violence but he made his point well. So in the end, after several more hours of convincing and back and forth, it was decided that Zakuro’s sister would travel in from Hatchi, to look after the little Saiyan while her parents took some time out to look after themselves. Zakura seemed to know her stuff despite the baby being almost half as big as she was already. It was an odd picture to see her holding the child, but the woman radiated a calm of experienced motherhood that even made Jagaimo feel okay with the arrangement. And so it was decided. She would fight as well.
Now all they needed was the customers and fighters to start arriving.
What had originally been intended as a small time event to try and encourage a few invited fighters from across other worlds to compete and show off their skills, had turned into a brawl for all line up after far more replies came in that Jagaimo had originally sent out. She suspected her bar manager had something to do with it but in the end she’d just shrugged and gone along with the idea. Helping to figure out what they were going to do with so many fighters. How did that woman know so many people?
The format had been pretty simple to work out.
A few of the opening bouts were chosen for their clash of styles, to see how they would compete with each other, while the main event had been decided on as a last man standing style match, with eight combatants chosen at random from the replies they’d received in the weeks after the invitations had been sent out.
To limit damage to the surrounding area’s each combatant had agreed to the stipulation of wearing a Ki suppression band or vest or some form that would limit them to a battle power of 500 no matter how hard they tried to exceed it. Weapons and armour had been prohibited from all of the fights, as well as any revival stimulants…to try and keep things fair and fun. It was after all meant to be a display of martial ability not a technological showcase.
She’d only ever met two of the invited fighters herself so the others were a little bit of a mystery right now. Jagaimo knew an officer from the Empire had accepted an invitation and she was interested to witness first hand how the Arcosian’s taught and fought when it came to close quarters. Even when she’d been a guest of the State she’d not gotten much chance to square off against one.
The others were a bit of a mixed bag and she wasn’t too sure what she was getting into, other than a list of names she knew nothing about the other guests.. Of the ones she knew about, she’d only actually fought one of them before…and that was recently. Yakito was a tough opponent and she was looking forward to facing them on better terms than their last encounter. The furred fighter used a style similar to many Saiyan’s she’d met and didn’t seem the type to go for flashy or showy, which was something Jagaimo had liked about the Fox Fighter.
Lottus made up the last entry and she knew just how strong he was from the last time she’d encountered him on the battlefield. Now he was even stronger and she doubted anyone on the roster today could have taken him on one on one…Even seven on one Jagaimo wasn’t sure they’d have much chance but…maybe the others were out in that league as well? However with the suppression systems in place, at the same battle power…would his experience count for more than just his overwhelming power? She wasn’t sure if she was fooling herself but the young woman had a feeling it would be much closer than if they came to blows outside of the pit.
As spectators had begun to arrive the bar and seating area had quickly filled to capacity, spilling out around the pit and even to the street out front. The enticing smells of the food and the spectacle of the Saiba-Rex spitted and turning over the flame brought everyone's gaze over and more than a few couldn’t resist the urge to make a purchase and walk away with a steaming pile of perfectly marinated and cooked meat in some kind of seeded bun.
Drinks flowed freely and a small group had gathered around the Arcosian in the strange furs, apparently the hunter that had taken the Rex down with a spear thrust into its open maw. The two Saiyan’s that accompanied him, exchanged a few curious glances with each other as the story flowed but said nothing to contradict the red jeweled alien in the bright yellow and blue fur wrap. Jagaimo had seen him before and had even used his services a few times when putting Saiba-meats on the table in the bar. Zakuro seemed to trust him and the prices he charged seemed reasonable...The Rex had cost a small fortune but was worth every Zeni once she had seen the size of the thing being prepped for the initational. Let them brag all they wanted to and soak in the adulkation of others. It was obvious to any seasoned hunters that the two Saiyan's also moved with a grace that didn't come from combat alone, and they watched everything. They might not have taken to boasting like the Lizard but it was clearly a team effort in bringing down the beast and getting here for them to offerup to the guests today.
Jagaimo herself, was behind the Brawl Hole, in the fighters area close to the pit, a small roped off section that allowed them to stow their gear and prepare themselves for the upcoming match. She’d stripped down to a simple version of the Saiyan body glove that usually went under her armour, however this one did forgo the long sleeves and pants style in favour of a vest top that exposed her shoulders and arms completely and a pair of tight shorts that left her bare legs free and unimpeded. As always when she fought here her feet were bare, preferring to feel the red sand between her toes. While not in the best shape she’d ever been in, considering what she’d gone through the last few months, her muscled moved fluidly under her skin, not quite as defined as they had once been but clearly not just there for show either. The Saiyan fighter bounced a few times on the balls of her feet, shaking off her arms and rolling her head slowly round on her shoulders before slowly leaning forwards, stretching her arms out and then all the way down to grab her ankles…before her hands moved to flatten out pon the dusty ground, palms flat, mumbling under her breath.
“Shoulda worked out a bit more before you agreed to this girl…Kinoko owes you for this one…better be worth the effort..”
She held the pose for a little longer before rising back to standing, looking for her other competitors and saying hi to a bunch of regulars that were shouting encouragement her way. Since taking over she’d gotten to know more and more of the local residents and more than a few had become regulars at the bar…some she’d even trained with in the past.
The bookies it seemed were out in force today, barkers shouting out odds that seemed to change with every passing moment and exchanging currency for slips. Unsurprisingly Lottus seemed to have the highest odds of winning, so betting on him to win wasn’t going to fetch you much in return…however curiously the odds for him to be knocked out first were astronomical…
Maybe I should make a bet just in case…
Jagaimo chuckled to herself as she slipped the suppression vest over her shoulders and clipped it into place, adjusting all the fastening to make sure this marvel of Tuffle tech was securely in place. Her hand slipped across the control panel but didn’t activate anything yet. The equipment had all been preset and checked over by at least 3 different members of the Palace Guard to make sure there was no cheating going on. They weren't hard to programme but at least by having them checked, Jagaimo knew she couldn’t be accused of trying to rig the whole event.
Her stomach growled as the wind changed and the smell of the fire roasted Rex drifted across the arena and fighters area, causing her to involuntarily lick her lips. She laughed and slapped her cheeks lightly, shaking her head so that her mane of hair shook like a tree in a strong wind.
“So easily distracted girl…comon…concentrate.”
Someone shouted something, the call passing down as the last bout finished in the pit to a cheer, some Namekian had been battling with a Konastian who seemed to have an almost dancer like quality to their fighting. It had been an interesting match but Jagaimo hadn’t seen who had won between them.
“Fighters to the Hole!”
That was the cue, too late to drop out now…
Thread PL: 113,000 (Supressed to 500 through weighted clothes).
KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6
DMG: 0/270 (180% Crit Threshold - Noble Blood)
Anti-Sense: Inactive
Traints: Noble Blood,Zenkai, Saiyan Pride, Anti-Sense, Restrained Might
Items: N/A
WC: 2300
TWC: 2300
Posts: 1
KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6
DMG: 0/270 (180% Crit Threshold - Noble Blood)
Anti-Sense: Inactive
Traints: Noble Blood,
Items: N/A
WC: 2300
TWC: 2300
Posts: 1
