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Post by Cassidy on Apr 13, 2021 22:59:03 GMT -5
Most people would be asking for a bad time when traversing the back passages of a city like this this late at night. Thankfully, though, Cowboy Cerrone wasn't like most people. Though, he wasn't exactly sure if everyone knew that.
The self-made stockman had his reasons for staying out this late, and no, it hadn't been for grocery shopping this time for he and Acerola, oddly enough. In light of the up and coming Tenkaichi Budokai having finally closed their sign ups, and seeing as Cassidy had managed to secure himself a priority spot within the tournament partially due to his ever present starpower as well as his past in Martial Arts being revolutionized and popularized as a whole, the cowboy had decided to take a bit of time out of his week to return to his roots a bit, in the form of paying his old training gym a visit. After their jubilant reunion finished after Cassidy had walked through their front door, the cattleman told his old training partners and coaches exactly what he had gotten himself into.
And they were more than happy to help him with immediate preparation through dusting off of the basics, running through of possible stratagems for usage against both weaker, middle grounded, and stronger opponents, as well as physical conditioning over all. They knew him and how his body worked better than anyone else in the fight game, and the progress that they made within their first week was extensive- which helped the cowboy with his confidence in being able to take on whatever wacky opposition he'd find himself against once within the squared circle.
Today was an especially tiring and lengthy day of work, and so Cerrone wasn't able to leave until much later into the night. He had wanted to just take off skyward and cut his travel time safely in half by just flying the whole way home, but, as he exited the gym and tried to, he found himself too exhausted to keep himself upright within the air. Considering how dangerous that could be, as he could fall out of the sky at any moment in time with such exhaustion weighing him down, Cassidy just decided to try and cut through the backstreets of Central City as a shortcut. He couldn't be bothered with potentially being stopped by a few fanatic, well, fans, this late at night, and with how exhausted he already was.
Sadly, it looked as though he was getting stopped by someone, one way or another.
As he was traversing the very first back alley he chose to go down, his tired mind somehow didn't catch the lingering power level hidden amongst the shadows of the gully. And soon enough, a sinister voice filled the alleyway just as Cassidy reached the middle portion of the passage.
"Your pockets, cowboy, empty them, now."
"You've gotta be shitting me."
His fatigued mind seemed to forget that his durability was way above bullet level now, and so he chose to turn with both hands reached for the night sky as he faced his assailant. Rolling his eyes as he was greeted by the stereotypical thief get up that most forgettable muggers got themselves into when deciding to do stupid crap like this.
"Now, partner," Cassidy began in a dangerously low tone. "You've caught me at a moment of real weakness, and if you don't play your cards right, you're not leaving this alleyway in one piece."
He was about to continue when all the sudden a hint of movement in the shadows formed from the moonlight up above caught his drowsy gaze. Cassidy immediately looked up to see what it was, ignoring the thief's continued commands to keep his eyes straight ahead.
Who was it now, that was seemingly coming right on top of the two to make themselves known?
Because if it was just as good of company to keep as the thief standing directly opposite of him, well, that would be two people daring to incur the wrath of the dog tired cattleman.
The self-made stockman had his reasons for staying out this late, and no, it hadn't been for grocery shopping this time for he and Acerola, oddly enough. In light of the up and coming Tenkaichi Budokai having finally closed their sign ups, and seeing as Cassidy had managed to secure himself a priority spot within the tournament partially due to his ever present starpower as well as his past in Martial Arts being revolutionized and popularized as a whole, the cowboy had decided to take a bit of time out of his week to return to his roots a bit, in the form of paying his old training gym a visit. After their jubilant reunion finished after Cassidy had walked through their front door, the cattleman told his old training partners and coaches exactly what he had gotten himself into.
And they were more than happy to help him with immediate preparation through dusting off of the basics, running through of possible stratagems for usage against both weaker, middle grounded, and stronger opponents, as well as physical conditioning over all. They knew him and how his body worked better than anyone else in the fight game, and the progress that they made within their first week was extensive- which helped the cowboy with his confidence in being able to take on whatever wacky opposition he'd find himself against once within the squared circle.
Today was an especially tiring and lengthy day of work, and so Cerrone wasn't able to leave until much later into the night. He had wanted to just take off skyward and cut his travel time safely in half by just flying the whole way home, but, as he exited the gym and tried to, he found himself too exhausted to keep himself upright within the air. Considering how dangerous that could be, as he could fall out of the sky at any moment in time with such exhaustion weighing him down, Cassidy just decided to try and cut through the backstreets of Central City as a shortcut. He couldn't be bothered with potentially being stopped by a few fanatic, well, fans, this late at night, and with how exhausted he already was.
Sadly, it looked as though he was getting stopped by someone, one way or another.
As he was traversing the very first back alley he chose to go down, his tired mind somehow didn't catch the lingering power level hidden amongst the shadows of the gully. And soon enough, a sinister voice filled the alleyway just as Cassidy reached the middle portion of the passage.
"Your pockets, cowboy, empty them, now."
"You've gotta be shitting me."
His fatigued mind seemed to forget that his durability was way above bullet level now, and so he chose to turn with both hands reached for the night sky as he faced his assailant. Rolling his eyes as he was greeted by the stereotypical thief get up that most forgettable muggers got themselves into when deciding to do stupid crap like this.
"Now, partner," Cassidy began in a dangerously low tone. "You've caught me at a moment of real weakness, and if you don't play your cards right, you're not leaving this alleyway in one piece."
He was about to continue when all the sudden a hint of movement in the shadows formed from the moonlight up above caught his drowsy gaze. Cassidy immediately looked up to see what it was, ignoring the thief's continued commands to keep his eyes straight ahead.
Who was it now, that was seemingly coming right on top of the two to make themselves known?
Because if it was just as good of company to keep as the thief standing directly opposite of him, well, that would be two people daring to incur the wrath of the dog tired cattleman.
PL: 5,000
