Your Neighborhood Assassin

Hire me, and I'll make sure the job is done right, no questions asked, as long as you have the money. (Indepedent Roleplay Hit blog from DB Super. Will roleplay with anyone!!)

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It had been quite some time since he had stepped foot on this planet… and doing so brought him no joy. This was previously the beginning of the end for the Assassin, and frankly all of Universe 6. Part of him held malice towards his universes God of Destruction for getting them into such a disastrous tournament… though deep down he knew that it was no fault to the rather… sporadic behavior of the other. Perhaps that’s why he was here in the first place… in order to obtain clarity and get an explanation to the exact nature of the Tournament of Power.

But the Legendary Hitman was here for a even more pressing reason. He was sure Champa had already sensed his energy, but that didn’t particularly matter to him, as he began his small trek to Champs erm… castle, eyes still closed, hands in pockets, mentally preparing himself for any situation, as anything could happen in regards to the reckless god.

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Champa had taken to resting in the warm, sunlit sill of a large front window. A full belly and warm light–them’s were napping conditions. He lay with his arms behind his head, snoring softly. Vados had left to gather the remaining warriors. A few minutes of peace before everything hit the fan. 

And then– Hit. Hit had found his world before Vados found him. That was… Probably a reason to be concerned, but given the situation, Champa found himself sitting up, groggy, and watching the warrior approach.

There he was.

This universe’s probable last hope.

Hopefully.

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Finally approaching the God’s tower, the Assassins calmly looked upwards, examining the tower and exactly how many floors he had to climb before reaching the rather erm... slothish God of Destruction, knowing he wasn’t going to come down to meet him, as that would burn too many calories for Champa.

Letting out a breath in a sigh, the Assassin began his trek into the tower, footsteps echoing loud in the rather hollow chamber, stone steps lining the wall.

He took his time up the steps, not seeming to be in any particular rush to reach him, plus he knew of the God’s impatient attitude, and waiting for an extended period of the time might irritate him... which was always something fun to look forward too.

Finally reaching the floor in which the God was on, The Legendary Hitman was faced with a unusually large door. Bringing a fist out his pocket he gave three delayed knocks, and stood, awaiting Champa’s reaction.

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Releasing a small breath of exhale, the Assassin shook his head before taking another sip of tea, not seeming to care at all of his stolen fried treat. 

“You misunderstand the nature of my business...” He answered, giving Skye a skeptical glance. “I don’t merely take the job of that of the highest bidder. I decide whether or not to take it, mostly based on the morality of my client.” Hit shrugged, then took another small bite of his food, eyes lighting up at its flavor.

“And I guess I have begun to make a presence here. I’ve taken multiple jobs, so most likely, the word has spread.”

He took a glance to his left and right, watching for any wandering eyes from their conversation which may have drawn in some suspicion from bystanders, yet to his relief, everyone seemed to be going about their business as usual, some even seemingly like they were purposely avoiding the Assassin... interesting.

“Perhaps I’ve taken a hit on you, who knows? I’m sure you have made plenty of enemies.”

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Here he was, back again. Why was it that no matter how hard he tried, the Assassin always found himself back on this particular planet in this particular universe? Out of the vast expanses of each and every universe in its own right… he still always ended up here. Earth of Universe 7. Clearly there was incredible malice between the people here, as hits were growing more and more common with each passing day. He couldn’t complain of the work though, it was easy, mostly greedy CEO’s or corrupt politicians that simply coward in fear once come into contact with the denizen of Universe 6.

Cleaning up the loose ends of his last hit, The Legendary Hitman was just about done with being here, and in good time too. The more he remained on this planet, the closer he developed bonds with the  citizens… and that was the exact opposite of what he wanted. An Assassin is supposed to be ruthless, mind cleared, not clouded by something as needless as relationships. 

But alas, a familiar energy spiked the air causing Hit to wince slightly. No matter how bad he wanted to leave, his curiosity would get the better of him. There was no mistaking it, it was that odd Saiyan that had attempted to pry at his past before… what was she doing here, especially in a crowded suburban area such as this… it didn’t seem to fit her.

Interesting. 

@5kye

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She was eating some street food, and because of her saiyan appetite she had been jumping from stall to stall, she had taken a few months off from touring it was nice to have some time to herself that wasn’t involved with fans and hysteria. “Thank you do much!”

She said to the stall attendant as she took the Takoyaki and savored they smell, she stuck one of the warm balls into her mouth as she raised a brow feeling like she was being watched which wasn’t unusual for her, either the fans were trying to get her autograph or the paparazzi wanted a picture.

But as she studied it more she realized it wasn’t a normal human, it was someone who she just couldn’t pick up on. She finished her snack as she moved over to the next one, it was time for some mochi and the wait was killing her. This market place was always so crowded it had fish and street food and thousands of humans shoving their way around.

She pulled money out of her black jeans as she paid for her delicious treat and started to move on to the next area of stalls, “Who is that…” she mumbled it made her nervous when she couldn’t pick up on someone’s energy,

“Fuck me…” she kept moving through the sea of people, trying to ignore it as she pigged out.

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Walking slowly and calmly through the crowds of people, Hit eventually found his feet taking him to a outside food market of sorts. Different delectable smells drifted through the air as the street merchants flipped meat and boiled noodles… everything seemed rather tempting, as he had heard stories from multiple sources- including the God of Destruction of both his, and his sisters universe about the food on Earth, and exactly how irresistible it was once you’ve taken one bite.

As he continued walking, the Assassin felt the wandering eyes of the citizens he wandered past. It wasn’t new to him, he did look rather odd in comparison to them, and if he knew one thing about humans, anything that was different, was warrant enough to be cautious of. 

Beginning to grow annoyed, though, he felt it best to simply bypass all the bystanders until he found the one he sought. Vibrating his muscles ever so slightly, the scenery cracked as time slid to a standstill, the once busy street suddenly growing deathly silent as he now traveled in a blissful peace. 

There.

One glance of Skye’s red hair and tail was all that he needed, she was… indulging herself to a rather extreme amount from the looks of it, but that was just the nature of Saiyans. Taking an empty seat across from her in the stand, Hit’s time-skip expired, causing the ruckus to continue on as it had. 

He didn’t look at the Female Saiyan, or even say a word, just simply raised his hand signalling the cook to fire him whatever their specialty was on the menu, from the looks of it, some sort of sea creature. He took a small, noble sip of his tea that had been placed before him, and waited for her to notice. 

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She looked up from her massive pile of street food and gasped as she saw the guy from before. She was not that surprised to see him, more that she was stuffing her face with all of the food, she stood up and walked over to him a corn dog planted In her mouth as she finished her last bite of food, “Hey mysterious boy!”

She said with a smile as she sat down next to him, “What brings you to Earth again? Not only that you’re hanging out at our food market…” she said with a soft smile as her tail started to swing behind her idly,

“Tsk! Don’t tell me you came all this way to see me?” She said playfully as she finished her last bite of corn dog.

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Hit winced slightly at his new pet name given to him. The term “boy” was simply degrading to him. A warrior of over a thousand years old should never be considered such, as it has weak connotations to it. The mysterious part he was fine with, though. Being considered mysterious to him was more encouraging than anything. 

Taking another gentle sip of tea, the Assassin tilted his head upward to make eye contact with the female Saiyan and an odd stick of processed meat and bread in her hands. Shaking his head, he grinned slightly.

“I did not- I merely got hungry after a job.” Dismissing her claim almost outright, his order was placed in front of him, and with one swift motion, he took a small bite, chewed, swallowed, then looked back up to the other.

“Saiyans have a knack for choosing the more desirable foods, so after seeing you I figured this would be the best place to eat.”

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OOC:

*Pokes head into tumblr for once in a billion gazzilion eons*

Um... yo-

first of all, an explanation. A lot of shit has been going on, I got a second job, so now I got to balance that with my social life and weeeellll it isn’t working out too great. With what little free time I do have now, I spend it sleeping, but I really want to try and get back into the swing of things, especially now that the Universal Survival Arc has ended! So hit me up if you want to Roleplay and/or continue a thread that we had!

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Truth serum: “Do you think I’m beautiful?”

“...”

Silence filled the room as Hit simply stood in place, knowing he had to answer, but trying to delay it for as long as possible.

“You are... attractive, yes... one might even say beautiful.”

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Truth Serum!: your muses can now ask mine anything and they will be forced to answer honestly!

Or you can send anons!

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Here he was, back again. Why was it that no matter how hard he tried, the Assassin always found himself back on this particular planet in this particular universe? Out of the vast expanses of each and every universe in its own right… he still always ended up here. Earth of Universe 7. Clearly there was incredible malice between the people here, as hits were growing more and more common with each passing day. He couldn’t complain of the work though, it was easy, mostly greedy CEO’s or corrupt politicians that simply coward in fear once come into contact with the denizen of Universe 6.

Cleaning up the loose ends of his last hit, The Legendary Hitman was just about done with being here, and in good time too. The more he remained on this planet, the closer he developed bonds with the  citizens… and that was the exact opposite of what he wanted. An Assassin is supposed to be ruthless, mind cleared, not clouded by something as needless as relationships. 

But alas, a familiar energy spiked the air causing Hit to wince slightly. No matter how bad he wanted to leave, his curiosity would get the better of him. There was no mistaking it, it was that odd Saiyan that had attempted to pry at his past before… what was she doing here, especially in a crowded suburban area such as this… it didn’t seem to fit her.

Interesting. 

@5kye

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She was eating some street food, and because of her saiyan appetite she had been jumping from stall to stall, she had taken a few months off from touring it was nice to have some time to herself that wasn’t involved with fans and hysteria. “Thank you do much!”

She said to the stall attendant as she took the Takoyaki and savored they smell, she stuck one of the warm balls into her mouth as she raised a brow feeling like she was being watched which wasn’t unusual for her, either the fans were trying to get her autograph or the paparazzi wanted a picture.

But as she studied it more she realized it wasn’t a normal human, it was someone who she just couldn’t pick up on. She finished her snack as she moved over to the next one, it was time for some mochi and the wait was killing her. This market place was always so crowded it had fish and street food and thousands of humans shoving their way around.

She pulled money out of her black jeans as she paid for her delicious treat and started to move on to the next area of stalls, “Who is that…” she mumbled it made her nervous when she couldn’t pick up on someone’s energy,

“Fuck me…” she kept moving through the sea of people, trying to ignore it as she pigged out.

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Walking slowly and calmly through the crowds of people, Hit eventually found his feet taking him to a outside food market of sorts. Different delectable smells drifted through the air as the street merchants flipped meat and boiled noodles... everything seemed rather tempting, as he had heard stories from multiple sources- including the God of Destruction of both his, and his sisters universe about the food on Earth, and exactly how irresistible it was once you’ve taken one bite.

As he continued walking, the Assassin felt the wandering eyes of the citizens he wandered past. It wasn’t new to him, he did look rather odd in comparison to them, and if he knew one thing about humans, anything that was different, was warrant enough to be cautious of. 

Beginning to grow annoyed, though, he felt it best to simply bypass all the bystanders until he found the one he sought. Vibrating his muscles ever so slightly, the scenery cracked as time slid to a standstill, the once busy street suddenly growing deathly silent as he now traveled in a blissful peace. 

There.

One glance of Skye’s red hair and tail was all that he needed, she was... indulging herself to a rather extreme amount from the looks of it, but that was just the nature of Saiyans. Taking an empty seat across from her in the stand, Hit’s time-skip expired, causing the ruckus to continue on as it had. 

He didn’t look at the Female Saiyan, or even say a word, just simply raised his hand signalling the cook to fire him whatever their specialty was on the menu, from the looks of it, some sort of sea creature. He took a small, noble sip of his tea that had been placed before him, and waited for her to notice. 

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It had been quite some time since he had stepped foot on this planet... and doing so brought him no joy. This was previously the beginning of the end for the Assassin, and frankly all of Universe 6. Part of him held malice towards his universes God of Destruction for getting them into such a disastrous tournament... though deep down he knew that it was no fault to the rather... sporadic behavior of the other. Perhaps that’s why he was here in the first place... in order to obtain clarity and get an explanation to the exact nature of the Tournament of Power.

But the Legendary Hitman was here for a even more pressing reason. He was sure Champa had already sensed his energy, but that didn’t particularly matter to him, as he began his small trek to Champs erm... castle, eyes still closed, hands in pockets, mentally preparing himself for any situation, as anything could happen in regards to the reckless god.

@making-a-scene

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Now then... How did he end up here? Perhaps he took a wrong turn whilst traversing universes. But now the Assassin found himself in a foreign universe on a foreign planet... not only that, it seemed to be deserted. The Legendary Hitman tried to get a grasp of the terrain of each Universe, in order to prepare for any future hit jobs, but this one was none he had ever seen. 

A sudden energy penetrated his senses, causing his eyes to almost spring open, eyes darting left to right, yet keeping his head in place, in order to identify this strange power he felt. It felt somewhat similar to the Danger Trio or whatever those fox people wanted to call themselves... yet this power held significantly less malice, yet incredibly more power than the race previously mentioned. 

Perhaps this one wasn’t a threat, but the Assassin couldn’t be one hundred percent sure until his sights made contact with the other, so all that was left to do was simply walk, and wait.   

@cruciatusxcervus

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“Hm...”

Now there is an energy that you don’t feel every day. Rather an odd and slightly amorphous one... not that there was anything bad about that, on the contrary, it being so made the Assassins curiosity spike slightly. It was strangely familiar though, then it hit him. It was almost like that... strange pink creature that Goku and the others had brought to the fight between Universe 6 and 7. He never had a chance to fight... him... or it? Yet there was something about the power that he sensed coming from Buu that he wanted to try and fight him in order to test the true lengths of Hits power. 

This energy was slightly different than Buu though, yet still similar, coming from the same race as the other, the Assassin correctly predicted.

Looking up, he noticed a blue dot flying in the distance gradually growing closer. Leaning against a nearby tree, the Assassin stood, waiting for the other silently. 

@bluemajingirl

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Here he was, back again. Why was it that no matter how hard he tried, the Assassin always found himself back on this particular planet in this particular universe? Out of the vast expanses of each and every universe in its own right... he still always ended up here. Earth of Universe 7. Clearly there was incredible malice between the people here, as hits were growing more and more common with each passing day. He couldn’t complain of the work though, it was easy, mostly greedy CEO’s or corrupt politicians that simply coward in fear once come into contact with the denizen of Universe 6.

Cleaning up the loose ends of his last hit, The Legendary Hitman was just about done with being here, and in good time too. The more he remained on this planet, the closer he developed bonds with the  citizens... and that was the exact opposite of what he wanted. An Assassin is supposed to be ruthless, mind cleared, not clouded by something as needless as relationships. 

But alas, a familiar energy spiked the air causing Hit to wince slightly. No matter how bad he wanted to leave, his curiosity would get the better of him. There was no mistaking it, it was that odd Saiyan that had attempted to pry at his past before... what was she doing here, especially in a crowded suburban area such as this... it didn’t seem to fit her.

Interesting. 

@5kye

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OOC:

Sorry about my hiatus guys! I’ve been very busy as of late, and I had a car crash last week that completely totaled my car, so I’ve been in the long and stressful process of dealing with my insurance, dealing with this new back pain from whiplash, and trying to find a new car, but everything for the most part has worked out.

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Old Friends

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The Assassin gazed upon the ongoing spar, Caulifla not even seeming to break a sweat when faced with two of her own race. In what seemed like a blink of an eye, he felt the entire cliff shake with a sudden pressure, which caused Hit to smirk ever so slightly as his feet remained firmly in place. She had easily beaten the two, and without even to have to go Super Saiyan. It appears that she had surpassed Cabba by a mile, though he couldn’t be 100 percent sure unless he saw Cabba fight again.

Seeing the two weaker Saiyans flee at the sight of the legend, Hit took the opportunity to jump down and slowly approach the female warrior, smile still somewhat lingering on his face.

“It appears you have improved since the tournament.” He praised, giving a nod in confirmation. “You Saiyans really are a wonder, first Goku, then Cabba, and now you.”

The Assassin shrugged as he turned his head to look off into the distance.

“It has been quite some time though, hasn’t it? I apologize, there has been no shortage of work for me.” 

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||👊✨|} Caulifla placed her hands on her hips, posture more relaxed and casual now.

“Thanks, big guy.” Hit wasn’t much taller than Goku honestly but it was kinda hard to come up with a nickname for him that Caulifla felt wouldn’t end in her death.

“I’ve been trainin’ almost nonstop since the tournament. All my life I’ve been a scrapper and real’ good at knockin’ heads but even Sadala’s top scientists haven't really got the secrets behind our S-cells yet. 

From what I’ve got from Goku ‘n Vegeta when I visit, it looks like Universe 7′s saiyan’s didn’t get a shot really. Aliens keep comin’ and changin’ the way they evolved. They even lost Sadala like thousands of years ago or something? 

I guess since they had less of a society, legends got spread around more, meanwhile here we were worried about evolving on our own, runnin’ our own society ‘n shit. So we didn’t know about all these transformations cause we were busy runnin’ a society.

Now it’s spreadin’ though. Cabba’s in the military and he’s a goodie two shoes so he’s been talkin’. The defense force has come ta ask me to join five times this week and even I’m tryin to get my boys to go Super.” 

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Hit eyed the still-fleeing weaker Saiyan’s only to close his eyes for a moment, attempting to measure their power level in comparison to the rest of the Saiyan population. Something seemed... odd. As a race, they were all growing exponentially stronger. Still none of them any match for the Assassin, hell, they probably wouldn’t be able to hold their own for more than a couple of seconds if he was serious... yet that was a couple seconds more than it would’ve been before the hideous events of the Tournament of Power.

Snapping out of his trance, he looked back up at Caulifa. Something seemed different about her too... She seemed more, upbeat, I guess? No, not only that, stronger, much stronger. Saiyans always interested him in that regard, no matter what their limits may be, they will always find a way to break through, and obtain the next level of power. 

“You better be careful...” He warned stoically before looking the opposite direction.

“Cabba still holds incredible potential. Though he is much softer than you, it was him that unleashed his Super Saiyan form through anger... a transformation much more dangerous than the shortcut you found... If he continues to evolve that way, you might find yourself falling behind.”

He wasn’t trying to mock the young Saiyan, oh no, on the contrary. His tone resembled a legitimate concern for the other who he knew wouldn’t want to fall behind in anything. 

“Other than that... your whole race seems to be coming along very well under your guidance, it’s clear that no outside threat will endanger you anytime soon.”  

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Watching the Tuffle seemingly blast off, the Assassin couldn’t help but give a long sigh. Did he really think he could outmatch him in speed...? And on top of that, was he challenging the time skipper to a race? The biggest mistake anyone has made today. 

Shifting his stance, getting ready for speedy flight, Hit’s muscles vibrated ever so slightly, causing the entire horizon to crack as time slid to a stand-still. A bright aura engulfed the trump card before he blasted off, easily catching up too- then passing the body snatcher easily within the bounds of his time-skip. 

He stopped before getting to far ahead, then deactivating his technique. So there he stood- or rather floated, hands in pockets, waiting for the Tuffle to catch up with him.

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A glance at Hit’s money told him he needed to take the reigns here.

“ Earth uses zeni, so I doubt the humans accept off-planet currency. Earth is….regressive….in terms of contacting outside their atmosphere. Don’t worry, I have plenty of zeni for the both of us.

Probably one of the few advantages of being the Tuffle King…..”

As he said this, his stomach made a faint noise and the Tuffle had a shade of pink flash across his face and ears……great, his gut was talking now.

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Glancing at Baby skeptically, then back down to the large wad of bills he still held in his hands. Sighing deeply, the Assassin tightened his grip on the currency crushing and crumpling the frail paper with ease before shoving them back in his pocket in a rather less-than-neat fashion.

“Very well, you must know the way to the best buffet, so...”

The warrior began to float upwards, then gestured the Tuffle with an underhanded wave of his right hand, signalling him to lead the way.

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Outside of Baby, has Hit encountered Tuffles in Universe 6?

Yes in fact! He has encountered them several times, but only during times he has received a hit on a rogue Saiyan, typically ones who have became obsessed or mad with power. Some Tuffles had aided him in order to collect information on said targets. He doesn’t see them as a threat, so whenever he sees them he typically ignores them.