Sabi would watch as they obeyed without question, or will. He looked somberly at them and his mouth let a small sigh of discontent out. This was a life he was accustom to. Though they were different. His eyes closed and he would lift his chin taking a step. He was strong, and they were not. Though if they were to make his new friend happy, they'd have to be strong as well. He'd do his best, though after the step, the girl would stop him and begin to, measure? He was still while she did so, was it for a coffin? A healing tank? Or maybe she was going to make one of him. He would stand still and walk forward out of the ship to look at them at attention as he rubbed the back of his neck. "No. .. It is fine. I'll try to keep them as well as I can. . .Until then. Please do not disturb me."
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◢D RXX B U R B E R R Y I think sometimes it feels good to be so focused and so OBSESSED and so.. INVOLVED ...in something. Forget to eat, Forget to sleep. Cause I mean, that's the same thing that happens with d e p r e s s i o n...
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xxxxxxThe Doctor-Burberry, nodded. "Thank you." She sat down in her work station, pen and paper in hand as she began to sketch-out armor schematics. She penned down the measurements of all the clones, and of Sabi. She knew that by the time she finished, her supplies would be limited. However, armor was a necessity for any fighter. She pinned her hair back, and gathered the necessary supplies for her outfits... All 70-plus of them...
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Meanwhile, all 72 clones would wait patiently for Sabi's command. Not a single one flinched, and not another thought. They were completely submissive to Sabi's demands...
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Sabi watched her leave before turning back to the many clones who stood before him. All of them had varying powers from what he could see, trying to understand who was who, or what was the strength of the people who were infront of him. The man was ordered to train them as some of the solider would peer out and Sabi's arms would cross. The wind would blow some of the clones back as his hand rose up and his eyes squinted. "Adapt. . .If you want to survive." He'd call out while he beckoned them to come towards him. The man would see the lack of hesitation in their motion as the group praddled towards him and the man's ki would exude from him. Sabi's eyes dulled with a somberness as he prepared to give each of them a reason to keep fighting harder. His hands gripped into fists while the fighters rushed towards him. His hand would go up and catch the blow from the first Gyoza with ease as he kicked his body back into the dozen other clones who were in the first wave. Sabi's body went up as 2 Daikos and a Yosi would attempt to strike from above. His hand would go up and catch the three fists and grip them tight before swinging the three downward towards the ground and create a crater from the throw. While in the air he would see how the bulk of them would dash up towards him. U/c
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Sabi watched her leave before turning back to the many clones who stood before him. All of them had varying powers from what he could see, trying to understand who was who, or what was the strength of the people who were infront of him. The man was ordered to train them as some of the solider would peer out and Sabi's arms would cross. The wind would blow some of the clones back as his hand rose up and his eyes squinted. "Adapt. . .If you want to survive." He'd call out while he beckoned them to come towards him. The man would see the lack of hesitation in their motion as the group praddled towards him and the man's ki would exude from him. Sabi's eyes dulled with a somberness as he prepared to give each of them a reason to keep fighting harder. His hands gripped into fists while the fighters rushed towards him. His hand would go up and catch the blow from the first Gyoza with ease as he kicked his body back into the dozen other clones who were in the first wave. Sabi's body went up as 2 Daikos and a Yosi would attempt to strike from above. His hand would go up and catch the three fists and grip them tight before swinging the three downward towards the ground and create a crater from the throw. While in the air he would see how the bulk of them would dash up towards him.
Not long after, the many clones laid about the ground as Sabi held one of the Daiko's by the face. His eyes fading from their golden color as he let the clone down and looked over to the ship. Sabi's mouth let out a sigh as the clones struggled to their feet. "Learn from this. . .You fight to live. . .and if your opponent doesn't, then they have already lost."
◢D RXX B U R B E R R Y I think sometimes it feels good to be so focused and so OBSESSED and so.. INVOLVED ...in something. Forget to eat, Forget to sleep. Cause I mean, that's the same thing that happens with d e p r e s s i o n...
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xxxxxxThe Doctor-Burberry, gathered her supplies. It was enough to create all 70-plus suits, including Sabi's suit. With a pen and pad, she would begin to sketch-out the blueprints for all the suits. Each clone would receive a suit that comfortably adjusted to their body-shape. They also would mold to the clone's body with whatever transformation they entered. Sabi's was no exception, and The Doctor-Burberry, made sure to design a suit that was adaptable to whatever tension Sabi inflicted on it.
The Doctor-Burberry contemplated if she should make a suit for C-137. After much thought, she decided to make one for her as well. It was better to be safe than sorry when it came to the safety of one of her creations. She quickly sketched out a design for C-137 as well. Once she was finished, The Doctor-Burberry set the designs to the side, and pulled out different fibers to cut into pieces. She adjusted each fiber into individual suits.
With the assistance of mechanical engineering, The Doctor-Burberry would begin to craft each suit. As the various laboratory machines formed each suit, The Doctor-Burberry would begin to fashion the Fridge Force insignia on each suit. She plastered the symbol on each suit with relative ease, taking no longer than a few seconds per suit. She unloaded some sort of washing machine that loaded each suit and dried them. It was to ensure that each suit was properly sanitized. She kept them folded in a pile by the corner of the room.
She worked meticulously and in silence. Had the sounds of machinery not snapped her back into reality, The Doctor-Burberry, would have lost time. It would not have been the first time she has disassociated. Prior to becoming the acclaimed scientist she is today, The Doctor-Burberry, had been afflicted with emotional bouts. These bouts resulted in short-term memory of events that had taken place during these bouts. She placed a name on this state: The Doctor. This was because The Doctor wanted nothing to do with Burberry, and made herself into her own entity. How chilling.
The Doctor-Burberry constructed the final suit, the sound of machinery slowing down. She partnered each suit with matching boots, bottoms, leggings, gloves, and helmets. All the armor would be suited onto mannequins for the clones to pick them up when they return from their training. Sabi and C-137's suits would be on The Doctor-Burberry's desk. She cleaned up her work space after finishing, and had requested one of the guards to fetch her some tea while she waited for the training session to end.
[TRAINING COMPLETE] SUPER SUITS CREATED From The Doctor-Burberry's notes: "This suit allows the wearer's defense to be raised substantially. Dare I say, the suits are as strong as I am smart... Somewhat." [Defense +10]
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2019 6:18 pm
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The larger Saiyan would walk back into the ship after the Clones began to pick themselves up from the ground. He looked back as he saw two of the Daiko clones helping each other onto their feet. His teeth gritted before he looked towards the door and walked into the entry way of the ship. His hand on the side while he blinked slowly. His mouth let out a sigh as he entered the room as one of the men tried to strong arm by him, only to be ricocheted into the wall adjacent to the giant as he stepped into the office with Bur and crossed his arms. His eyes would see all of the suits adorned on replicas. He'd lean into the face of the mannequins and poked it, not seeing a specimen like it before, though after it rocked back and forth for a while his body would turn to Bur with his usual somber expression. "They are prepared. . .Nothing on this planet seems to hold a candle to what you have created, and pales in comparison to what I am able to do." He'd say to her while he would hold his ragged shirt and grip it tightly, feeling how scratchy it was against his skin now. He wanted to throw it somewhere.
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xxxxxxThe Doctor-Burberry, looked up from her cup of tea as Sabi approached. Naturally, the genetically-predisposed fighter would effortlessly overwhelm the guard who was foolish enough to pick a fight with him. The Doctor-Burberry, scanned Sabi as he spoke, her eyes darting along every inch of his body. She wanted to make sure that the suit could fit him. When The Doctor-Burberry saw Sabi grip onto his shirt in discomfort, the woman would slowly get up from her seat and approach the larger man. Without warning, The Doctor-Burberry would pull up his shirt, attempting to remove it from his person. She had to get a chair to actually pull the rest of his shirt off. After neatly folding the discarded shirt and placing it on her desk, The Doctor-Burberry picked up the inner-segment of the new armored-suit she had prepared. Once again getting on top of the chair, The Doctor-Burberry pulled the fabric over the man's head, securing it over his torso. She felt the man's abdomen and shoulders, making sure that the fabric was not too tight.
To the wearer, the fabric would feel so porous, that it felt like they would be wearing nothing. Yet, the fabric forced the body to adapt to the chill of the blasting air-conditioning unit. It was like a coat that you couldn't feel, yet, it could also provide coolness during warm weather. Suffice to say, this fabric was frighteningly comfortable. The Doctor-Burberry finally spoke, "It is all a matter of chance, I am sure that with proper training in biochemistry, you could do the same thing..." She grew silent as she picked up the outer shell: the segment of the armor that would provide protection. "You give me too much credit." Her voice was cold, but not in a way that was cruel. Rather, it sounded more focused than anything. "Regardless, thank you, Sabi." She struggled to get the suit on, but managed to do so after a few seconds of fiddling the accursed thing on. She stepped off her chair, and began to walk around Sabi, examining the suit. "Do some movements and tell me how you feel with as much accuracy as possible." Her gaze then grew a touch annoyed. "I am puzzled as to why one of Lord Fridge's most-paramount variables on the battlefield, would be arriving with rags."
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2019 7:03 pm
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Sabi would watch as she approached and began to disrobe his upper body. His arms would go up without much resistance as she pulled the scratchy drabs from his body. She folded them to his confusion while bringing over another piece of clothing, it seemed a bit more. Uniformed. His arms went up and in as the sensation hit him and his body immediately jolts as he turns with his fist at the ready, though it wasn't anyone else, it was just his new armor. His hand would pat the chest lightly while he attempted to understand it. Though to no avail. His mouth would perch in a frown trying to understand the contraption before hearing her speak more. It seemed she was praising his work again. Though as he complied jumping around the room heavily, he heard the comment made about Fridge as he stopped and slowly descended to the ground and he his head looked to the wall. "I choose to eat, not dress. It's one or the other." His voice a bit more stern as he stretched his arm out to the side to extend his muscles a bit. "There are few choices when you are not ranked in politics, only strength. I chose to live on what I need, not on what I want." He'd then rub his wrists, trying to get a feel for how basic movements of the suit would feel.
XXXThe Doctor-Burberry watched as Sabi was mentally-adapting to his new armor. Physically-adapting to the outfit was no issue. Though, there would be a hurdle to jump as far as psychological assimilation was concerned. The Doctor-Burberry took notes while Sabi got acquainted to his armor. She stopped writing as Sabi replied to her previous comment. "Is that so?" She never saw her work as anything political. Then again, lobbying for a cause didn't have to involve bribing a legislator or monarch into passing laws in favor of your organization. Sometimes, it can consist of creating armies to threaten the very foundation of law and order, a way of forming a new world order. She continued her writing, the thought that this was all "political" sticking to her. "I must contend to your statement, Sabi." She pointed at the clones, gesturing her pen to the armored mannequins as if she were giving a silent command to the clones to put the uniforms on. Sizing would not be an issue, as each uniform was design to mold to the body of any body type. "Clothes are a necessity. Uncomfortable clothing with no form of protection would hinder your battle capabilities. Your prowess on the battlefield is a valuable asset to Lord Fridge, and I am certain he would not want your performance to be stifled by ill-fitting fabric. Not only would you be left defenseless, but distracted by this potato sack the soldiers called 'clothing.' An armored Sabi would fair better on the battlefield than one in such poor armor." She watched as the clones began to put on their uniforms, immediately turning to their master. "So, I take it that their training went accordingly. Did you notice any irregularities with their physical performance? Anything seem off about their movement?"
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2019 9:07 pm
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Sabi would listen to her while he turned to the many clones that assembled in the location. His eyes would dart amongst them as they began to suit up. Many of them would seem to be ignoring their bruises that were received during the training, and to that he would nod his head a bit. The woman's words made sense, though who was he to question anyone's intelligence. He was not here to think, merely to fight. Though after that he would close his eyes as she asked for an evaluation. "Their fighting?" He'd ask before looking to the Daikos, Zibers, and Gyozas. His eyes blinked slowly to them before he began to speak. "Traitor, Lord Fridge, and Raisin man all punch strangely. Like they are trying to move better. Though I am stronger and faster, I had some trouble trying to avoid their attacks. This is good." He'd say while pointing over to Yosi. "The quick water skinned woman would have a great speed, but she was reaching on her back and swinging blankly. She must need a weapon." His voice would bellow before turning his head to Arcana. "And the gum. . ." He'd say while squinting. "Makes me uncomfortable."
XXXThe Doctor-Burberry raised a clean brow at Sabi's name-descriptors of each specimen. She would have allowed him to keep these names, but felt it necessary to prevent Sabi from offending Lord Fridge by imposing the monarch's name on a lesser being. "Rather, refer to each specimen by their race: The 'traitor' is the Saiyan. 'Lord Fridge' is the Frost Demon. 'Raisin Man' is the Human. 'Quick Water Skinned Woman' is the Hera. The 'Gum' is the Majin. Okay?" The Doctor-Burberry took note of the Hera's peculiar movements, coming to the conclusion that a bladed weapon was necessary. "Noted, I will construct a bladed weapon for the Hera, that way, it's physical offense will improve. Thank you for the observation, Sabi." She took a seat, put down her board, and picked up her cup of tea. By this point, the beverage had become lukewarm. Normally, The Doctor-Burberry would not drink something so mediocre, but she hasn't eaten in quite some time. She looked back at Sabi. "Could you please check on C-137 for me and bring it back?" The Doctor-Burberry folded one leg over the other, leaning into her chair as if she could fall asleep. "And if possible, give it this armored suit to try on. If possible, train with it outside?'
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2019 11:57 am
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Sabi's eyes closed while he slowly turned being thanked for his analysis. His arms crossed while crane his neck from side to side and letting his eyes open golden for a single moment as he walked towards the door nodding back towards Burberry. "And also." He'd add while looking to the ground with his now darkened eyes. "That 'Saiyan' . . .Isn't strong. You shouldn't have put much faith in him." He'd bellow a bit before stepping off and into the house as many looked at the armor he dorned on his chest. The gaze he gave to the people around was nothing short of distasteful. His mind was clouded of thoughts of fighting, putting him in a mood to crush an opponent. Though his expression changed as he got to the foyer and looked around. He tapped his chin a few times before looking up. "Miss Creme." He'd call out, in an attempt to gain her attention.
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The group would gather round, the Yosi's looking to the Daiko's, the Ziber's to the Gyoza's, And the Arcana's to the Yosi's. They all stood at the ready while the groups would evenly split off and begin to float into the air. The orders were clear for all of them. There is a sweeping of the nation going on and the highest powers must be snuffed out. The eyes of the Daikos would close while each of them would seek out energy as the Gyoza's sattled up on the pink one's back for help with flight.The armor they dorned would showed the Fridge force's emblem while they all would summon a great deal of ki and begin to split off into small teams, each one prepared for the resistance of man. Many of them let small chuckles leave their mouths feeling the malice from their creator and joy from their creation. They dash through the towns and around the cities, spreading all over the small planet to reign supreme, and show what the training Sabi took them through wrought. Though some of them were still injured, they all had no signs of fatigue or fear they would die. They were meant to destroy, and that's what they would do.
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XXXCreme couldn't remember the last time she was hungry. Hungry, being the physical need for food. Of course, she had felt the mental urge to follow a routine, and eating fulfilled that. After catering to the Fridge Force, Creme was left with the scraps: discarded condiments and lukewarm slices of vegan turkey. Forgetting the taste of good food, Creme did not hesitate in devouring what she could, nearly crying from the sheer intensity of the many flavors she could taste. She had forgotten where she even was, and was soon raiding the entire fridge for more flavors. An hour turned into two, and Creme had lost track of time. Alas, her disassociation episode had ended when she heard Sabi call for her. She stood there in silence, torn on whether or not to respond. She knew she couldn't leave, not while she was still biologically attached to the Force. Reluctantly, Creme put down the tub of vegan yogurt she was digging into, and slowly dragged herself to the foyer. She looked up to Sabi, wiping her mouth. "Sup?"
The man's footsteps stopped as he saw the many people standing, looking into the kitchen at something that was a bit confusing to him. Though the massive man would be curious, it wasn't until they dispersed he would cross his arms and look to the young lady walk from the area. Her arm sliding across her mouth to remove discarded food from it. The man would blink a bit while crouching down a bit and moving a thumb across her cheek to remove a bit of yogurt. Then standing up Straight. He'd hold forth the uniform and blink lightly. "The doctor has a gift for you." He'd say while looking to her. "It is a massive improvement on battle armor. Giving us breathability. . .As well as defense. I believe she said." He'd tell her while nodding and his stoic face calming. "As well, she would like to test our complete and total abilities outside. A way to test combat prowess." As he said this he would look back to the wall and the people around then to the lady he spoke to. "Are you. . .Full?"
