<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/1DbJUec.png) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331816.msg15826349#msg15826349)</div><hr/><hr/><strong>Power Level:</strong>650;<strong>Power Up:</strong>140<br/><strong>Defense:</strong>50;<strong>Hits:</strong>100;<strong>Move:</strong>11<br/><strong>Condition:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Action Summary:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><hr/><strong>"Honey! Time to get up! You'll be late for school!"</strong><br/><br/>Toya's voice carried easily throughout the Tato household. Smells delicious and plentiful did likewise, wafting up the stairway that led towards a triplet of bedrooms. Two doors sat open; behind the third, another noise emanated, this one far less musical and soothing than the shouts from below.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>"ZzzzZzzzZzzz!"</strong></span><br/><br/>Strewn out upon her bed, limbs and torso half-in and half-out of the covers, Okura lay dormant: her mouth wide open in mid-snore, she filled the room with her own cacophony of sound. A long, furry brown tail jutted out from beneath her rear, swaying lazily back and forth in unwitting tandem with the tune that Toya hummed far below.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>"ZzzzZzzzZzzz!"</strong></span><br/><br/>Another shout from the kitchen below carried over the sounds of Okura's snoring, though it was the smells of Toya's cooking that finally roused the Saiyan girl from her slumber: the delicious aroma of cooked ham drifted into the teenager's room through her open window, and then rushed her flaring nostrils midway through an expansive intake of air. Her nose twitched; it twitched again.<br/><br/>Slowly, Okura's eyes opened and her bedroom came into bleary focus. She lifted her head, blinked several times, and then sat upright with a loud, expressive yawn. She smacked her lips, rubbed her eyes, and then swung her legs over the side of her bed, her toes flexing and rolling as she moved.<br/><br/>More smells danced in through the window, alerting Okura to the existence of her waiting breakfast. She rose to her full height, stretched and yawned, and then glanced up at the clock mounted high on her opposite wall. Shaped like a cat, it's tail and paw moved back and forth with the passage of time. At the center of its face, two long hands - each shaped like space rockets blasting off into the distance - worked their way slowly about in a circular pattern, tracking the passage of time...<br/><br/><strong>"Oh crap baskets..."</strong>Okura's eyes went wide as she studied the clock face: she had overslept again. Without further preamble, the young woman began rushing about her bedroom, snatching up fresh underwear as she simultaneously fought her way free of her pajama top and bottoms. She grabbed a new(ish) Altlock uniform from the end of her bed and punched her arm into the sleeve; she hopped back and forth as she traversed her room, her feet trying to work their way into her uniform trouser legs whilst her tail jerked the fabric upwards.<br/><br/>Once Okura's uniform was properly adorned, she marched out of her room without bothering to check her appearance in the full-length mirror besides the door. There was rarely much cause for her to do so: since birth, her hair had always sat the same, unchanging as though stuck in time; and her uniform, too, was robust and easy sitting, designed by Rin personally for Okura to survive the rigours of her excessively physical lifestyle. It was a far cry from the usual, mandatory school uniform, but the young Saiyan wore it nonetheless. Some of her peers had complained at first, but the Principle had seen fit to allow it after Okura had explained how much easier her martial arts training was whilst wearing it. It was a bold-faced lie: the young Saiyan could train just as easily regardless of what she put on - but it would be a cold day in hell before she wore the standard girl's school uniform.<br/><br/><strong><em>Those things rip so easily,</em></strong>Okura had once explained to Rin and Toya,<strong><em>and I can't focus on fighting if I'm worried about that.</em></strong>The Altlock uniform had been the resultant compromise: it bore the trademark 'A' of the Altlock Company, whilst maintaining the blue, white, and red colour palette of the standard school uniform.<br/><br/>Turning the corner into the kitchen, Okura looked upon her two sibling guardian's with an apologetic, beaming, sheepish grin.<strong>"Looks like I slept through another alarm. Sorry about that!"</strong>Her nostrils flared, and she hastened over to one of the free seats; she dropped into it unceremoniously, and dragged a plate closer to her.<strong>"Smells good. Thanks, Toya."</strong>