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| The Recesses Of My Mind (part 2); (Transformation 2) Med. Quest | COMPLETE | |
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| Topic Started: Nov 3 2011, 02:14 PM (279 Views) | |
| Blank | Nov 3 2011, 02:14 PM Post #1 |
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Transformation 2 Difficulty: Medium Location: Planet Frieza Description: You've mastered the first transformation of your race and with that knowledge you feel like you're on the edge of being able to morph a second time. You seek out the changeling who taught you the first time, only to find that he is dead, betrayed by his own brother. You seek his brother out, vowing to avenge him and find that his brother has mastered the form you seek. Fighting for your life, you are forced to transform or die! Reward: +35 all stats, +20 Experience and Transformation 2 Available: Always |
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| Blank | Nov 3 2011, 07:20 PM Post #2 |
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Frieza left his growing palace behind him, eager to see the finished product. It was to be far more lavish and grand than that old piece of crap he’d lived in before. The first priority on the changeling’s mind was to seek some more workers. He needed pilots and a full ships crew capable of serving the mighty Prince. It took little effort for the changeling to coax a few dozen crewmembers to man his smallest (though still bigger than average) ship. The ‘Vespid’, as it was called, was Frieza’s surface vessel. It was certainly larger than most terrestrial ships, capable of blocking out the view of a small city at least. It wasn’t exactly fast though it was well armoured and prepared for any form of assault or siege. The Vespid itself was actually capable of docking with the changeling’s personal interstellar ship, ‘The Superior’, though he would search for that vessel when the time to leave the planet arose. Frieza’s unblinking gaze swept through the small group of men, women and alien alike whom had come to serve the Prince of the Changelings. The small captain saluted his men, informing them to stand at ease. After a short explanation that they were his first crew in some time, and that failure would certainly mean death in his presence, they stumbled up the metallic ramp, shaken or otherwise. The changeling examined the bridge, remembering each detail as though not a day had passed. The excitement to captain ‘The Superior’ grew intense within Frieza’s chest, his hand gently caressing the firm leather arm-rest of his chair. “Crew of the Vespid!” the changeling announced after some time, allowing his men a half hour to familiarise themselves with the ship, “you are now part of an illustrious fleet and a mighty army… let us go forth and unite the galaxy under my one rule!” ------- WC: 312 Total: 312/3,700 |
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| Blank | Nov 4 2011, 12:34 PM Post #3 |
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Any loose rock nearby soon began to quake and flee with the aid of the Vespid's thrusters. A might 'boom' announced the lift off and sudden outflow from the engines, giving the craft its lift. Uneasily it ascended but a few inches, Frieza taking his sweet time in savouring the moment. The atmosphere throughout the entire vessel was insanely tense to the awkward amount. Most of the crew were inexperienced minions, though Frieza didn't care. He just needed a few people to boss around to satisfy his fat ego. ------------------- Before long the Vespid was sailing through the sky at a leisurely speed. The bridge tore through the settled clouds, parting them like a smooth blade through bloodied flesh – at least that’s how the changeling Prince imagined it. It was almost enough to have him kill someone nearby. “Navigator,” he called, using the unnecessarily loud speaker system, despite the fact that Frieza was but a few steps away from the person in question. The remaining crew winced at the tinny sound system before continuing with their duties. “You summoned me, sire?” the minion sighed, bowing his head after approaching from across the room. “Ah yes, Navigator! I wish to travel to the Rathorn Mountains.” The worker’s face went blank for a second – they had just passed by that area. In fact it was very close to the location where they’d taken off in the ship. “Is there a problem?” he interjected, voice silky smooth. “No, of course not!” he knew better than to question his master’s desires, even if they were rather unorthodox. “Plot a course for the Rathorn Mountains, at once!” soon the various crew were plotting numbers, pressing dials and the like until, gradually, the ship began to turn in a wide, sloping arc. The vessel itself rolled gently on it’s right side as it made the turn, Frieza gleefully clapping his hands at the delightful little ride. It had been so long since he’d travelled in his mighty ship that he was overcome with an immature form of happiness. The Prince was soon to snap out of that emotion, however, as the mountains loomed into his view. This was the next location he’d have to visit in order to re-achieve his next form… ------------ WC: 376 Total: 688/3,700 |
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| Blank | Nov 5 2011, 12:53 PM Post #4 |
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It did not take long for the Vespid to come to a gliding halt above the mountains, Frieza already waiting by the cargo bay. He punched the large, appropriately signed 'Cargo Door' button. With a shudder it ascended, revealing the smoky clouds that circled the mountain tops, the changeling eager to dive into their cooling embrace. The scattered particles of evaporated water soon began to invade the opening hangar bay, a vortex of air soon forming at the transfer in currents. The Prince could feel himself gently nudged closer and closer to the edge. With a determined smirk he leapt forward, arms spread in arrow formation, legs and tail kept behind perfectly straight. Frieza was soon descending toward the mountain side like missile, reaching incredible speeds without the use of Ki. He soared, tasking the icy atmosphere of his home planet, the frost melting against his tongue and cheeks. One could never imagine the Prince to enjoy his own planet in such a way, but the changeling was indeed a nature lover (he loved nature even more when it was exploding, but that’s beside the point). Soon, however, Frieza was loosing his patience and, wanting to arrive at his destination with a little more speed, he kicked into bukujitsu, propelling himself at a much faster rate. It didn’t take long for the changeling to engage a heavier use of Ki till he was imbued in his own amethyst aura. Any onlooker would assume a purple meteor shower was taking place, a thick arc carving through the pale white skies. The ground eventually appeared to approach much closer, the Prince engaging a reverse of Ki use, slowing himself down to a more manageable speed. Another 1,000 feet later and Frieza was still slowing down, his skin feeling the warmth of such a high deceleration. As the snowy mountain became all that Frieza could see he braced for impact, and rightfully so. With a tremendous explosion he struck the peak of the rock, clouds of snow and entire boulders tossed away like unused toys. A sizeable crater had been formed, gouging a sizeable chunk into the mountainside, the Prince stood at the epicentre, rubbing his sore head. “Perhaps it was a stunt like that that got me buried in the first place,” he mused, clambering up the crater sides to scan for the appropriate location. “Now where did that bastard live?” ------------- WC: 400 Total: 1,088/3,700 |
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| Blank | Nov 6 2011, 07:03 PM Post #5 |
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The snow slowly shifted down the mountain side, as the area began to become the same as it was before. The ship, hovering deep above in the sky, unawares of the lone figure below, as Frieza thought to himself. This part of the planet was particularly mazy, with its slopes and mountains that sometimes could not even be discerned from ice or snow. Frieza stiffened his body as he began walking forward, his three toed feet, imprinting the scattered snow as he did so. “It was around here somewhere...” . Frieza’s face contorted slightly as he walked, deep in the thought process as he continued forward. He would need to find the cave entrance first, but after so many years, it seemed that it was not going to be any easy task. The winds blew soft snow from the peaks of the mountains and they landed on the valley below, covering entrances and hiding openings. The changeling Prince reached a sheer rock wall between the two mountains, cutting off further travel on foot- it appeared that he'd have to continue in the air.... He ascended, nearing a large slump of ice and landing softly on its peak. From here the prince could see across the valley with much greater precision, but it was far from perfect. The location had changed so much, it seemed as though, even from his recollection, that the mountains had shifted positions. Frieza began floating around, about 10 metres in the air, looking for any signs of what may be called an opening or the top of a cavern entrance. The memories were hazy and all mixed, seeming to be unable to correlate themselves in the mind. It was at this moment that the prince could remember back, the feeling the first time he came searching for this place, the passion that drove him to such boundaries. -------- WC: 312 Total: 1,400/3,700 |
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| Blank | Nov 6 2011, 07:06 PM Post #6 |
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The prince landed heavily on the ground, the dirty snow below him lifting up and spraying outward, much like the effect of a stone thrown into a settled body of water. The winds blew ever so lightly, as the purple haze of the sky shun brightly upon the valley. Frieza lifted himself upright, glancing around at the area, a smirk of complete confidence and excitement upon his face. He had been searching for this place for so long, and he had finally found it. The last dying words of the changeling scholar were to the prince himself and it all led to this magnificent time in his life, the chance to be able to reach his people’s second transformation and get revenge. The changeling prince stepped forward into the valley, the snow not causing much of an obstruction as he did so, as the season was the planet‘s equivalent of summer and the grounds ice was at its lowest. The prince looked around, a young amazed look upon his face. It was easy at this time for many things’s to still amaze him, it was a time he still had a look of awe in his eye when he went to remote places on planet Frieza. The mentor had given him the location where to find this one they called Nik-Lek. Apparently the old scholar told him that he went into hiding for the same reason many people did, he was wanted. The ruler at the time had outlawed any changeling who could ascend beyond their natural form, as the king at the time was renowned for not being unable to achieve it himself. Frieza thought it was all rather ironic, but even the talk of transformation got him excited like a school boy. It was not in his nature to be exciteful and chirpy, but on this subject, he was indeed. The young prince stepped forward, and heard the whispers of a voice, ever so gently upon his ears, ‘This way’. The voice echoed, but almost sounded like it whistled within his ears. He could not tell if it was the wind or if someone had truly called him, but he began his way towards the sound as it became stronger. The more that the prince listened, the louder it became, until he could almost sense where to go. It seemed as though the changeling prince was following almost instinctuently, when he turned around a corner, and saw what seemed to be a cave entrance. . ------------ WC: 418 Total: 1,818/3,700 |
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| Blank | Nov 6 2011, 07:07 PM Post #7 |
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The flood of memories almost made Frieza keel over a moment, but he was able to control himself. He had remembered being that young excited changeling once before, but more importantly he had remembered how he found the entrance the first time. The prince closed his ears and began to sense which direction he needed to go. It wasn’t long until he heard the whistling voice again, but now being older and having his senses more attuned, he could tell exactly what it was. The sound was a combination of the wind blowing from the area where the entrance was, which made it sound like a voice, or perhaps that was the purpose. Frieza began slowly following the windy voice, until he came around a corner and saw the middle section of a mountain side. At the base was pure white snow, un marked and beautiful in its presence. It would seem that after the many years, the snow has fallen upon this valley curve and filled it like a glass of water. The cave was obviously here, but it was below all of the piled snow. The prince almost didn’t want to destroy the snow, a collection of tiny white specks collected over the many years, almost like art. He did not appreciate the beauty in people, but when it came to his own planet, there was a sense of pride. The changeling prince raised a palm, and set his eyes upon the large puff of white snow. He took in the mental image of the scene before a purple energy began to form at his palm. The lights flickered around slightly, as in the valley, it must have seemed like a light show was commencing. When the energy had built enough in Frieza’s palm, he let it loose, a beam of purple energy emitting from his palm and exploded directly upon the snowy surface below. Fragments of rock and snow flew everywhere around the valley, outwards as the blast created an opening in the valley floor. The prince floated above the air, a rather emotionless look upon his face as he waited for the smouldering dust and smoke to clear before his eyes could truly take in the scene. It wasn’t long before it had cleared, and Frieza’s mouth broke into a smirk as he saw it. The dust cleared aside, revealing the old cavern entrance of where the battle had taken place before. The prince began to descend slowly back down to the ground, his feet landing gently against the now cleared surface. ------------ WC: 426 Total: 2,244/3,700 |
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| Blank | Nov 6 2011, 07:09 PM Post #8 |
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The entrance looked much the same, and there was also the same corner in where Nik-Lek had revealed himself from. This was it, this was where it all happened, and where the struggle had pushed him to be able to reach what is known as the third transformation. It was strange though, the prince felt number than he had expected, revisiting this place of accomplishment, but there it was. A numb feeling to the memories of this place, to the battle that was fought for revenge. Something had been taken from Frieza, but in place he had gained something even more. A clash of voices rang out in the prince’s mind, as his vision blurred slightly, the memories had been dormant, and flooded past his numb feelings as they hit him like a train. ** Ruby, Sapphire and Flaerune , were the only ones he could see right now. He was so impressed with how they were doing; they had truly earned their stars. They stood side by side with the prince, as this figure announced himself. ‘Niv-Lek’, he referred to himself as, and nothing more. He didn’t seem to be anything special and the conversation between the two didn’t last very long until the next thing Frieza knew, he had a knee slammed directly into his side. “I’m the strongest changeling in the universe”, said this rather large changeling. But where was it all coming from, this arrogance and over confidence. Of course he was a changeling but this was just too much. The prince watched on as the girls all leaped into the fight, rather impressed with their ability to combine their efforts. It wasn’t long before Frieza was in on it to, attempting to use all four of them to overwhelm their target. At first it looked as though they may have been actually able to defeat Niv-Lek with ease, but this would not prove to be true. “I can transform again”, were the words that seemed to echo the loudest as they were spoken. The prince thought it was impossible, it just couldn’t be that someone else had achieved this before he had. Deep down as the words were spoken, the prince knew that Niv-Lek could indeed, and it wasn’t long before they all began to witness the transformation before their eyes. The power of Niv-Lek grew, and the prince felt it deep within him, a sense of fear, as the power kept growing. As in shock as Frieza was, his eyes were completely fixated on Niv-Lek as he transformed, watching every bone change and every muscle contort, watching and learning what he could, the posture, the stance, everything. The transformation was rather quick considering the first one, and it truly seemed to exteriorize the changeling’s features. The girls went into battle, as did the prince, and it wasn’t long before all of them knew that they just could not face such a power. If there was going to be any chance at all, Frieza was going to need to be able to transform as well. Power, power and more power, it was something that drove nearly every true changeling. Niv-Lek had told them that this is exactly what he wanted, and he was going to kill anyone who tried to stop him. The changeling prince’s eyes were set upon Niv-Lek as he saw the henchmen battling with all their might. It was then he could feel it, almost like a voice speaking from within his own minds. ‘Emotion, use it’. The voice was powerful, and it seemed to almost guide a feeling within the prince’s stomach. He had felt this anger and this hatred since Citcra had been killed, and now he had found the person responsible, revenge was a part of that anger. The voice once again sent a wave of echoing energy through Frieza's body, as he felt nearly every cell within his body, teeming with the emotions he had deep within his gut. His vision slowly began to fill with red, his ears began to block the sound of everything around him. He felt every ounce of anger within him, and felt himself taking deep breathes, with every breathe, the anger feeling a new part of his body. It was on his final large breathe, he felt himself nearly explode, over filled with the level of emotions running through his veins. ------------- WC: 731 Total: 2,975/3,700 |
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| Blank | Nov 6 2011, 07:12 PM Post #9 |
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The changeling prince felt his fingers cutting into his palms, almost drawing blood. The vision had unleashed in him with a torrent of emotions, almost as if anything he had ever felt, ever bottled up, was unleashed into every single entity of his being. He remembered this feeling, he remembered it all, the emotions filling him like a tank, the pain of his body shifting and contorting, it all came to him. Frieza was in a low crouch, his teeth gritted together from the intensity of the moment, the winds around him blowing violently. His aura flourishing a purple and acmite, as the ground beneath him cracked and split. The last time this had happened, Frieza was nearly half his power level, but now he was mighty, and thus would be the transformation. Over the year’s more and more emotions had been stored up in the prince, and he felt them piling in, he could feel his skin almost about to be ripped apart, this was one hundred times more intense than last time. His eyes began to spread apart, his shoulder muscles cracking and lifting as his legs lifted him up. His power began to brew, and it all seemed like it was going to be too much. The last thing Frieza saw in his mind was the face of Niv-Lek, and when he did so, a massive explosion of power and light emitted from the prince. The ship ‘superior’, up above, saw on the scales as a computer fizzled from being over loaded. The surrounding mountains exploded and were blown away into the winds from the raw amount of power coming from this area. The aura blazing around Frieza seemed almost too much at one point, and he felt this transformation in its every essence. The light was so bright that nobody would have been able to look into it and still have eyes. Ice birds flew high in the air from miles away, as the entire area shook violently from the amount of power being released from the epee centre. And the area was covered but dust and smouldering mountain debris that had been created from the explosion of power. The first thing that could be heard was the high toned humming noise of the aura surrounding Frieza, and soon the clouds shifted, revealing what he had become once again. ------------ WC: 393 Total: 3,368/3,700 |
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| Blank | Nov 6 2011, 07:16 PM Post #10 |
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Frieza’s breathing became rapid, as if he was sprinting at his maximum. His back was noticeable curved, probably because of the weight of his new skull. His crown had elongated wildly, pushed backwards until it was about three feet long. Along either side, halfway across, two plain white lesions extended out into points, as did another smaller pair closer to his fore-head. His previously rounded bold shoulders now extended out to form a natural disc, almost at ninety degrees from his neck. As a whole, he was noticeably taller. His nose was fused into his mouth to form crude, rounded beak of sorts, but his eyes still remained cold and piercing. His fingers seemed to have shortened slightly, but his whole appearance, overall, was quite terrifying. He had done it, he had again felt the power it was to reach this transformation, and it was even better than the last. His power had grown significantly greater than when he last did this, and it was for this reason he suspected it was so intense. The changeling prince looked around at the surrounding area, which had been completely obliterated by the effects of the transformation. “Oh god, this feels good!!” . It had been so long since Frieza'd been overcome with such joy. The prince tightened his grip then released, watching the power flow from his very hands in the form of static. He could feel each ounce of strength swimming through every vein, and even considering his new size, he felt light as a feather. He began floating slowly into the air, breaking the mountain peaks to look below at the ground. He clenched his hands a few more times until his smile broke into a laugh, “Ha ha ha ha, magnificent! I forgot how good it felt!!!” . Frieza blasted off into the air, the area around him being pushed by forceful winds. His flight speed was incredible, and it had been so long since he had battled or even needed to use it, that he almost forgot how good it felt. He began flying around the surrounding area, enjoying the magnificent feeling that the transformation had give him. It was obvious that with his increased power, the transformation had become more potent, and it made him wonder. If he had become more powerful, would that mean he was capable of possibly changing the transformations in some way? but it was only a thought. The prince flew around the surrounding icy valley for some time, until the intensity of the moment began to slowly ware off. The transformation remained in its state, but his emotions began to slowly subside as his thoughts returned to a more normal pace. The changeling prince stopped himself from his rapid flight, and perked an eye over his shoulder, back towards the location his transformation had happened. His thoughts went to that of his former mentor Citcra and of the henchmen who helped him in that time. Although he was not the sentimental type, Frieza still knew what respect was. All of this wouldn’t have even been possible if not for his former mentor and allies. These memories could not be as easily forgotten as they were last time. Time would no longer be allowed to consume and eat what was so vital. These transformations that the prince had reached were not simply, stages in his life, they were much more. They were a sign that he truly was the prince of changeling’s and truly deserved to be the ruler of the planets he conquered. And far greater, it proved that he was worthy of the transformations themselves. Frieza nodded to himself as he floated high above the ground, looking back at the place from where he had came. “Thank you Citcra, rest easy” . With those final words, Frieza began his slow return back to the ship hovering above in the skies. He had promised himself not to forget this time, and made a solid determination in his mind to not forget the memories that allowed him such forms in the first place. Now that he had unlocked this form, he would be sure it wouldn’t be forgotten. The next stage of the journey was completing this, to finally reclaim EVERYTHING that was his, lost and forgotten. He was going to not just become Frieza, prince of changeling’s again; he was going to become an even greater Frieza than he ever was before. The Emperor of all Changelings, and that of the Cosmos... ------------ WC: 753 Total: 4,121/3,700 |
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