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The Great Ping Pong Tournament [Open|Alpinia] Apr 2, 2021 16:04:56 GMT -5

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Ping pong, named thusly for the sound the ball made on the rackets, was a curious export from Earth that resonated deeply with the saiyan spirit of competition without risking the health of the players as much as fighting. Depending on skill the matches could last under two minutes, making it perfect for the overworked soldiers and menials of Vegeta. Those who had the time and dedication to master the ostensible sport often enjoyed the admiration and envy of their peers, and that was also part of its appeal. What better way to establish dominance than by unsubtly implying one had the skill and time to even master such a deceptively earthling pastime? Leave saibahunting to the old folk, the new generation was all about hunching around a table and beating a small ball at lightspeed! The saiyan quirk was that matches often left the equipment cratered and unusable, so it was custom for players to bring their own steel and rubber rackets, while the club took care of the table and netting. The fad was very, very profitable.

K4 understood the psychological side of the 'sport'. He wanted to loom over his opponent as more than machine, his gimmick was that he collected the rackets of those he beat. Infamous, his afternoon-long career peaked just moments ago. He was the new champion of Rotfang Arcade, and to celebrate the start of his reign he pinned the fourteen rackets he had claimed on a corkboard.

"Not bad, not bad." he gloated to no one in particular. He looked like a torso propped up on metal bone, so thin were his limbs, their augments taken away. His bubble tea was just bubbles, sickly sweet cranberry that popped just wonderfully against his teeth. "Who's next?" he called to mob around him. Some bore casts and ligaments from being hit by stray balls, and K4 felt bad for them. Really.

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The Great Ping Pong Tournament [Open|Alpinia] Apr 3, 2021 22:56:04 GMT -5

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Ping Pong? Is that what Shakuhachi was reduced to? Forced off his home planet due to the clashing ideals of his people; seeking out help on a disgusting planet like Plant lead him to this? Well, maybe Shakuhachi was a little up right, maybe a break from fighting and a dive into a some fun competitive for a change would be a welcomed pace for the Namekian. This was after all the first time he had every travelled to Plant; despite it as he did there wasn't any point in making the trip any worse than it had to be. His business could always be attended to later.

The Namekian never had any role in a sport before, it wasn't his way of life. As a member of the Dragon Clan he had studies to attend to; the Warriors were the ones who got to enjoy physical activities Namek had to offer. Ping Pong wasn't one of the activities enjoyed on Namek; in fact Shakuhachi had never actually seen it played before today. He had only just learnt the rules by watching those who came before him, and to be honest it didn't seem half bad. At the very least it shouldn't train too much of his energy.

On this day in particular there was a familiar face lighting up the competitive scene. Not long ago the Namekian had a run in on planet Yardrat which ended up with him fleeing with his tail between his legs. Though they did not come to blows he did remember an Android spoiling his fun in the end. It was quite the coincidence then that the very same Android was here, and he was performing incredibly well. Perhaps his mechanical enhancements gave him an advantage? Shakuhachi was going to put them to the test.

Though still an amateur he trusted his own skill, and he trusted his ability to study the game. He had kept his power low to avoid arousing too much suspicion, though being a Namekian on Plant that was quite difficult. He hadn't dealt with any bad run ins yet but he was keeping his guard up all the same. For as long as the Android had been here besting the Saiyans, Shakuhachi had been watching him; learning his game. Now it was time to put it to the test. He stepped off from his seat and took up the challenge.

"I am."

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The Great Ping Pong Tournament [Open|Alpinia] Apr 8, 2021 17:14:53 GMT -5

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K4's E.Y.E. was a very reliable tool, but it parsed information incorrectly at times, so the cyborg had reason to suspect it was malfunctioning ever since a namekian had entered Rotfang Arcade. What were the odds that the green man from his little Yardrat detour was the same one watching him crush ass at ping pong? Slim at best, the idea was also very silly, and the universe had taught him that only rarely did it operate like a comedy. Most often it was a slow burn thriller with a frenetic pacing, but that might just be because of the bizarre life he lead. Someone should write a comic about it.

Back to the namekian, whose standing up would have doubled the comic panels featuring him. "Hey, it's you." said the android, despite not being sure if it really was him. The namekian way of multiplying made telling apart individuals an awkward affair. Still, the signature and voice matched the ones recorded, finally K4 was sure he wasn't being xenophobic. Probably.

Why not make polite conversation?

"Isn't the old man with you? Figured you'd take up on his offer, the Dirty Snakes have become a meme." K4 was using the word in its scientific sense, although he knew the gang could at times be quite humorous, even if you were their victim. "No racket?" he noticed, taking one from his trophy wall. He slid it under the net and into Shakuhachi's side of the court, reinforcing the idea that he wasn't xenophobic... Why was he so defensive about this?

"You're a good watcher, but have you ever played?" he served carefully, seizing up what sort of opponent he was facing without being so unsportsmanlike as to go wild. The unspoken rule was that they would play to eleven points. As for K4 being a cyborg, precisely the sort of model apt to predict trajectories, he though it shouldn't bear much effect because he was facing a namekian. They had a propensity to stretch their body, almost as well as the truth. Or so he was told.

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The Great Ping Pong Tournament [Open|Alpinia] Apr 8, 2021 23:43:20 GMT -5

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It seemed Shakuhachi was remembered; whether the Android knew he was here the whole time was a bit of mystery, but he knew now. He asked him about the old man, and Dirty Snakes, to which he had to rack his brain a bit to remember.

"Oh, you mean Yangcong? I believe that was his name. I don't know what you mean by meme but mercenary work isn't my forté; besides, I have a run in with him on another planet and things... didn't end well between us."

The truth was he had left him for dead, and wasn't even sure if he was still alive, but the Android didn't need to know all that.

The Namekian accepted the offer of a racket; it's not like he had brought his own. In fact, he had never even held one before. He turned his back to the Android, and quickly gave it a few swings; trying to hide his immaturity of the whole thing in the process. The control was a little trickery than he would like to admit, but how good could this guy really be anyway? It's not like this was a world championship or anything, right? It was just an open challenge; this guy and all the guys he had beaten were probably just as amateurish as he was. And that trophy 'wall'? Come on; it was barely a trophy panel.

He didn't answer the Androids jab; at least he didn't want to. The competitive streak of his nudged at him, but considering the likelihood of him losing this he tried his best to save the trash talk until he was winning. Being the incumbent, it was only fair that he serve first. From what he had seen, players went up to eleven points. You hit the ball over the net, and the opposition does the same. If they miss and the ball goes off: you get a point. It seemed simple, but the Android started off hot. The very first served whipped past him; he didn't even have a chance to react. He hid the embarrassment and gestured for another serve.

Maybe he had underestimated his foe, just a tad. After all entering a sport you have no experience with, one which you didn't even know had existed just a few hours ago was always a big ask. But Shakuhachi believed in his ability to rise to the occasion! And if his ability failed him, and he proved to be a miserable ping pong player there was always... other means of getting an advantage. There was a chance the Android knew about his ability to stretch his limbs, which would certainly come in handy, but did he know about his magical abilities? Time would time.

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The Great Ping Pong Tournament [Open|Alpinia] Apr 9, 2021 9:27:08 GMT -5

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It wasn't a surprise that things hadn't worked out with Yangcong. The guy's criminal records were like an encyclopedia, and his upcoming trial seemed an open-and-shut case. Wary as K4 was of those who thought law the same as justice, he wished an execution on the scarred tuffle. It'd be more like putting down a mad dog than killing an actual person — not that dogs couldn't be people, zoanthropes were fine! As for Shakuhachi, whose name eluded the cyborg, his demeanour was perhaps too stern for the Snakes. He couldn't imagine him even working alongside such a phallic-sounding organization, it was hilarious. Because namekians don't have... y'know.

Speaking of hilarity, K4's serving whizzed past his opponent. When the crowd started hooting and wooing and maybe even saying rather mean things the cyborg stepped in, raising a clenched cherry red fist. His command was their silence. "Lay off, you pissants, the guy's still learning." he said diplomatically. His past opponents had experience, tricks, the instincts that came from a lifetime in the Capital... compared to them Shakuhachi was like a baby. He'd have to warm up, learn and at last molt into a beautiful slugman.

It could be the case that this was all a fib, but K4 was not without his cheats. Not only was he machine, he had psychic powers. Really! He also had a passion for teaching people, and being taught.

"Quick tip, this is called the penhold, easier if you have long fingers." he held the racket as if it was a writing implement, making an effort to keep his fingers separated as he had been taught by the old tribe. After a few swings he changed the positioning into a more common stance, used by newbies and professionals alike (K4 was neither, just a videogamer) "This is the handshake." because it resembled one, as shown by his displaying "See, most people play with just their wrist and hand, but you have to put your whole arm into it. Doing that beats any hold, they're all variations on two themes regardless." the lore K4 was sharing was perhaps able to be gleaned from just watching, but why be unfair to an opponent? This was a friendly game, in a planet that was much too unfriendly.

He picked up the ball.

"Three, two, one." this second serving wasn't fast or complicated, just a simple tap to caught an anxious opponent unawares. It was more of a badminton thing, which K4 also liked.

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The Great Ping Pong Tournament [Open|Alpinia] Apr 9, 2021 10:01:06 GMT -5

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The Saiyan crowd was more than happy to see the home favorite take a strong lead; no surprises there. He did his best to block out the words, but the defense on behalf of his advisory was will noted. He couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed by it all though; maybe this whole thing was a stupid idea. He was in for the ride now though; quitting would only make things worse. Kayfor offered up a few tips for the rookie, and Shakuhachi tried his best to take them in while acting as though he were above the help.

The next serve came in a lot softer; the Namek able to return this one. It's not so hard when you get the hang of really, you just have to understand the tempo.

Watching his opponent shimmy and shine from side to side with such accuracy and anticipation was almost like an art form. Every sloppy, poorly timed return on the part of Shakuhachi was met with a precision strike which left the Namek shaking his head in disbelief, but he couldn't shake too long else it'd be all for naught. His heart was racing, his sweat was pouring and his racket was slipping, but he held on just long enough for another return. If he wasn't mistaken the crowd was getting into the match as well.

But he was riding his luck; this much was clear to anyone paying close enough attention. One of them was going to slip up first, and that wouldn't be the Android... wait a minute; an Android? He was playing against a damned computer; just how was that fair? He was probably running a million calculations at a rate which would pop a Namekians head into orbit without even breaking a sweat. Well he's not the only one that can play that game.

A return from Kayfor finally got the better of him, but not before Shakuhachi brought into play something new. He swung his racket anyway; at what you say? A new ball; materialized out of think air. He used his racket to cover his off hand, which caught the real ball falling off the table. With the point won and the real ball in hand he gave the Droid a wink.

"I think I'm getting the hang of it."

The crowd cheered as the game moved to one all; their eyes unable to detect the ruse, but that wouldn't have fooled the Android.

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The Great Ping Pong Tournament [Open|Alpinia] Apr 10, 2021 14:13:48 GMT -5

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Must every newcomer to the sport be so willful? It was the expected for a saiyan brat, but his opponent was neither, so there was a chance he was actually paying attention! Not the sort of act that'd have much use in ping pong, where some swats were enough to gauge the level of play. For instance, K4 could tell that the namekian was learning because this second point took entire seconds to be granted. But it wasn't the cyborg's.

"Now you're getting it." he bit his racket with a slight smile, deep in thought.

The slugman had warmed, grown and molted faster than in the calculations, and nothing in his technique suggested a special move. He had to be cheating. But how? Was it the classic hidden ball in the pocket? The micro-capsule under the fingernail? But... namekians were not the type to wear pockets or tech! That only left racket doping, which was also impossible, K4 had chosen for him the one without 'speed glue' or grav-stickers. Just like the one he was using.

K4 turned inward, into his 'mind cinema'. He racked entire hours in his head studying those moments leading to the score, and... he still had no answer. Just faith, a theory, and what could very well be the next breakthrough in xenology: namekians excrete with their hands. The erhm... product came in a spherical shape, similar to a ping pong ball. And honestly, was it such a silly notion in this circus of a galaxy?

A second had passed in real time. Enough for the slugman to wink... Why must everyone fall for him except Vocado?

"Right then, you serve." his matter-of-factness was the expected. The quick ping-pan-pam-POM!! was not. The ball SHOT like a bullet, BURST to shards against the wall, the cyborg's psykinetics were PEAKING! Focused into a kinetic burst felt by all. Hairs and capes fluttered, a silence fell upon the crowd. Here was the champion, playing as before. He basked in the applause!

K4 was on the lead again and he pressed quickly. He began play with a no-nonsense swing, the way beat cheaters was to outcheat them.

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The Great Ping Pong Tournament [Open|Alpinia] Apr 10, 2021 20:39:58 GMT -5

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Shakuhachi was beginning to believe that this match would be more than just competitive; he may actually stand a chance at winning this thing. But shifting his focus away from playing and onto future celebrations would a sure fire way to end any hope. He had used stratagem (or a cheat to some) in order to snatch back a point, but the Android would surely not fall for such a thing so easily; not again. He'd have to play smarter next time round.

It was Shakuhachi's first turn at a serve; how hard could it be? It was just like a return, except no momentum, right? Wrong. It was a bit of a wobbler, but the angle was solid. Not solid enough to fool his opponent, who was happy to blast the ball with such force he could not even see the remains. Such power; was this legal? Not only had the Droid deduced his own trickery; he had matched and exceeded it.

Sadness, turned to anger, turned to respect. He could not with good faith get upset with his foe, for he was only following in the Namekians footsteps, was he not? Of course his respect meant nothing to the score line: he was now down a point yet again, with a trick less to pull from his hat. Just how was he going to save himself this time?

It was up to him serve again as per the rules; two each before switching. He swung at the ball once more, and quickly began the strategizing of his next plan. He didn't want to turn back to materialization trick so soon, and anything more complicated than another ball may force too much of his focus away. There was one avenue in which he may maneuver, but considering his opponent was robotic in nature, he wasn't even sure if it would work.

Feeling Kayfor quickly getting the better of him, he found himself left with little option but to go for it. Holding on for as long as he could, he budged his toes as hard as he could against his cloth shoes, quickly forcing them through. With the seal broken he stretched his toes out across the court and onto the legs of Kayfor, in the hopes of distracting his opponent via tickling. Shakuhachi was not even sure if an Android had the requisite feeling capabilities to be tickled, but it was the best he could think of.

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The Great Ping Pong Tournament [Open|Alpinia] Apr 12, 2021 5:04:26 GMT -5

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Half of K4's game face had been removed and replaced with a visor, but rest assured that his face muscles were taut, and his breaths were through gritted teeth. It wasn't that good of a game face, he was still smiling, but that was more and more becoming his natural state of being. Life was bliss when you could make a day of play into a day of testing! His calculations could only go so far: judgement was ultimately his, what really separated him from others was that he could 'read' a situation better. Ping pong was the perfect game for training, lots of tiny judgements to be made towards a short-term concrete goal.

Of course, cheating only made the game's lessons more life-like.

K4 had metal legs. They were better described as pseudo-pneumatic super-sensorial jets plated over in a cherry red finish that really popped. His arms weren't much different. In essence, while he could fly from Vegeta to its moon and back without needing to recharge, he was unable to be tickled. Not because he was metal, but because he had grown from it early in childhood.

"YUCK!" was the cyborg's reaction at the petting sensation, looking down at what seemed to be snakes but were actually just writhing, distended toes. Given the choice to swat at them or at the ball, he opted the latter while sending shocks pulsing at the green foot digits. He was to squeamish to appreciate the genius of the play, which... wasn't actually so genial. Quickly he grabbed one of the namekian's unmentionables, slamming it on the table. "Behold, a cheater!"

A cheater? A cheater!? It would have been one thing if the player caught was a local, but a slugman!? The crowd whipped into a frenzy, hooting and hollering louder and louder.

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The Great Ping Pong Tournament [Open|Alpinia] Apr 12, 2021 5:30:59 GMT -5

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As Shakuhachi had feared, his trickery had little effect on the Android's robotic legs. The surface was cold and lifeless; his toes shivered at the touch. There would be no successful tickling today, but at the very least he was able to get some reaction from his opponent; maybe it would be enough to distract him? No, for the Droid had it's own counter, one which the Namekian should have seen coming. An electrical current passed through the metallic stumps and up into the outstretched toes of Shakuhachi, forcing him to recoil in shock.

Well, that went worse than expected. The electrical surge forced the Namekian out of his concentration. His focus on the play had been broken, and with a hopeful swing coupled with a disappointing miss the set was over: Android three, Namekian one. His embarrassment wasn't over with that though; the Android grabbed a hold one of his still dangling limbs and slammed it down on the table for all the crowd to see. 'Cheater' he screamed, and 'Cheater' they replied with.

With the toe still in hand, Shakuhachi pulled his leg back as hard as he could, not doubt with enough force to cleanly tear the extremity from himself. While it wriggled and writhed with whatever life it half left still inside the fist of the Kayfor, Shakuhachi slammed his foot onto the table. Now down a toe, he obviously needed a new one. With a quick grunt and a crackling pop, a new tip sprouted where the wound had been. He hoped that this display would be enough disgust the crowd into silence. With that over he picked up the ball from the floor and threw it over to the his opponent.

"Your serve."

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The Great Ping Pong Tournament [Open|Alpinia] Apr 15, 2021 10:35:53 GMT -5

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The hoots and hollers didn't survive the toe tearing, nor did K4 keep hold of it. It dropped flat and wetly on the table, rolling off when the namekian slammed his foot on the table. More fascination, more disgust, the android bore witness to the birth of a digit. "Ugh..." the crowd pitched in with interjections of that sort. The cyborg had to wonder, was this man ok? It wasn't love for the sport that kept him in play, so what drove him to such a power move? "I... I understand what you're trying to achieve here," he lied "but we can't play on a wet surface." he spoke the truth now, gesturing at the blood splattered on each side. The purplish liquid would have made it difficult for the ball to rebound. It could be played around, maybe even used in the android's favour, but Rotfang had rules. And K4 dealt with touched enough foot meat and juices to last a lifetime. "Let's move, people."

And they did, to the table a few feet to the right. Meanwhile an employee not paid nearly enough for this bull sauntered to the previous table, cloth in one hand, bleach and polish on the other. Fans brought the corkboard with the trophy rackets behind K4, framing him against the namekian. Yeah, he liked the guy, and crazy people in general. Crazy in the sense that they had a goal, and simply used means most people wouldn't even consider. He theorized that the namekian had deduced there was something wrong with the table they had been playing on, and so a change was necessary...

Well, the table had never been tampered with, but he took note of the idea. Thanks, namekian.

"You know, I never got your name." he began play with an orange ball, just in case his opponent tried to excrete out another white one.

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The Great Ping Pong Tournament [Open|Alpinia] Apr 15, 2021 10:51:26 GMT -5

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Shakuhachi achieved his goal of shutting up the ground, but his little display had an unforeseen side effect. As the Android pointed out, the tearing of his toe had left the table covered in blood. That wasn't quite what he had intended to do, but there were other tables to go to, and so they moved along to the next one with some poor schmuck left to clean up his mess. As the next set began, his opponent asked him for his name, which the Namekian had not thought to give earlier.

Was it safe to give away? Whoever this Android was, he seemed like a decent enough fellow, at least as decent as a mostly mechanical being could be.

"Shakuhachi is my name. Shak or Shaku some have begun calling me for short."

The back and forth between the two continued; Shakuhachi believed himself to be improving over the course of the match, yet still he found himself falling behind his cyborg counterpart. A part of him felt like it was time to find a new trick to pull from his sleeve, but where would that get him? The last time he tried something like that it gifted the opposition a point, and even if it succeeded how much would it count for? The longer this match went on, the more he wanted to win with skill, not deceit.

But he was outmatched in that department, in both talent and experience. As Kayfor picked up the intensity Shakuhachi once again fell behind, missing a close back hand which left the ball free to leave the table without any resistance. It was now four one going against him; any hope of a comeback would have to begin now. The Namekian was visibly frustrated at this point; his resolve for such a stupid game beginning to waver. His opponent held the advantage with the next serve.

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The Great Ping Pong Tournament [Open|Alpinia] Apr 19, 2021 4:05:26 GMT -5

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"Shakuhachi." the name slid off the tongue like a slug, in that very namekian way "I'm K414. Fleshies just call me Kayfor." there was also K4, Kalabas and 404K, but the first was unpronounceable except for machines, the middle one was dead, and the latter one was a secret identity — maybe even an entity in its own right. Amusingly (and stressfully) enough, all of his names found plenty use his day-to-day life.

K4 scored. Shak's point was beginning to seem more like a fluke to the audience. Tickling and hemorrhaging aside, the cyborg was still on the lookout for a twist. This game wouldn't be over until it was, in fact, over, and it wasn't at all impossible that the newbie act hid an average fighter but a brilliant cheater. He had just excreted from his hand a moment ago, the namekian body was perhaps endowed with similarly convenient yet niche aids... like a cyborg's.

"Don't get nervous, now." he tapped the table with the edge of the racket, calling attention from the frustrated alien "You're playing for the game when you should play for the point. Until I get my eleven, you can still make me sweat." a good philosophy for life that did not translate at all into K4's daily living. He recommended big plans and swooping ambitions only for those with the means and patience to see them through. Too often the wrong people worried about the wrong things, leading to a self-destructive path that only ended in death or mechanization. Duty, honor, victory, they were abstractions at best and distractions at worst. True living is found in fun and ping pong.

"Ok, let's quick it up a notch. For each point you score, I'll give you a prize in money: f(point #)=ab^{point #}. Eleven points would then net you two thousand forty-eight zeni... which is a pretty sum." he was speaking in relative terms. It was pocket change to him, but for a space wanderer? Even the crowd had to whistle and 'woah' at the amount. "You already got a zeni, let's see if you can get four." his serving was precise in its sloppiness. A playstyle he'd keep to test Shak against a somewhat worse opponent.

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The Great Ping Pong Tournament [Open|Alpinia] Apr 19, 2021 12:38:42 GMT -5

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The Android introduced itself as Kay-Four-Fourteen; not exactly the sort of name that rolled off the tongue, but thankfully it accepted Kayfor as well. As the Namekian continued to fall behind his frustration continued to grow; Kayfor tried to give some encouragement, or maybe it was just taunting. Either way it didn't do much to help. This stupid game; why did he even sign up for this again? Although he had managed to silence the crowd earlier they were once again hurling their harassments at him.

Though the words of the Androids did not lie: he was still in this. While he may have been behind, the game was played up to eleven points. All he needed to do was score one, and only then he could worry about the next one. Kayfor spoke once more, this time offering a prize for every point the Namekian could win. Once again the question entered his mind: was this more taunting? Or genuine encouragement? There was no way of knowing, but he couldn't really turn down Zeni now could he?

The next serve up felt a little easier to deal with this time around. As the back and forth continued it seemed neither one could so easily break away. Despite how encouraging it was, he could not help but feel like there was something else going on here; either he was rapidly gaining skill in a game he'd never played before or his opponent may have not been going as hard as he could have.

"I see your wager and I match it. I'm a warrior of Namek; I won't be babied! Don't for a second think about taking things easy on me; this is a battle."

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The Great Ping Pong Tournament [Open|Alpinia] Apr 21, 2021 12:56:39 GMT -5

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K4 liked banter, receiving and dishing, in good sport or as callous whispers after an alleyway fight. Shaku had slipped into yet another of the cyborg's area of expertise. Could he survive assaults on both fronts?

    "Hmmm... I don't know about that."

    Ping.

    "I'm babying you just fine."

    Pong.

    "But if you want a battle."

Ping.

"I'll give you a massacre."

Tak.

K4 swatted the ball away. With his hand. Square into the eye-hole of an overmuscled geezer just as he was changing eyepatches. What was it about this match that made it progressively disgusting? A small fight ensued as fans fought for the ball and the old man for his dignity. It was taken outside by the rest of the crowd, who despite packing the place had eased a bit on the terms of abuse. It helped that the android was vouching for the slugman, but what really earned their lenience was the toe severing - had someone pocketed it, yet? A trophy was a trophy, and the lump could be said to belong to a truly savage creature.

"Congratulations on doubling your earnings. Now serve."

    Shakuhachi seemed to be engaged, it was K4's goal to make a show for his opponent, the audience and himself — for narrative purposes, the mentor needed to be murdered. So the cyborg stopping hugging his side of the table, stepping some short feet away, posed as if this was the Budokai. This was deathly serious. Maybe.

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