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| Gem Of Manifestation; Transformation 1 | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 16 2011, 09:37 AM (205 Views) | |
| Old Kuriza | Dec 16 2011, 09:37 AM Post #1 |
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Transformation 1 Difficulty: Easy Location: Planet Frieza Description: Write an RP to acquire Transformation 1. Reward: +25 all stats and Transformation 1 Available: Always |
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| Old Kuriza | Dec 16 2011, 10:00 AM Post #2 |
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Another day; another group of slaves dead or near to it. Kuriza sighed, tipping the jewel encrusted goblet in his right hand to his lips, sipping the whine-like substance within. Frieza had, as usual, kept him as down in the dark on Universal happenings for 'his safety,' and sent him out to mine jewels, or something along those lines. Of course, being of the Cold family, Kuriza would never do such a thing with his own bare hands...No, that would be simply pathetic! Instead, he'd sent Krin along to gather up some of Frieza's less used prisoners and minions and taken them along. That way, he wouldn't have to expend his energy blasting the stupid ground for some stupid riches they didn't need. But of course, that left the young Changeling with little to do besides sit around and laugh as Krin reported the body count. So it was a surprise to him when the third generation Saiyan said, "Kuriza...It occurs to me that you will be training under Lord Frost soon," Krin started, but was quickly cut off as the young Changeling turned to stare at him. The two held a gaze for a long moment, then Kuriza rose from his seat. With surprising grace, he placed the goblet of whine on the table to his left, then practically vanished. Krin frowned, then spun on his heel, sword flying towards the place Kuriza was beginning to appear. However, Kuriza's snow white fingers stopped the blade an arm's length away, holding it there. Krin struggled for a time, then surrendered and lowered his arms. "I won't have my servants calling me by my name, unless I hear 'Lord' or in front of it...And as for Frost...Does he truly deserve that title, Krin? No, I think not. If your suggesting we should train...," Kuriza hesitated, risking a glance through the large window behind him. They stood in a simple tower- barely taller than five stories, and with only as much property as a five star hotel might have- but it was something...Better than a tent. From the topmost floor, Kuriza could see the slaves blasting, drilling, and shoveling through the ground, occasionally hauling out some stone. Some were shiny, others were just rocks; most of them were worthless, but Kuriza was sure that his grandfather would find some way to make a profit off them. "I suppose we can afford a spar...If you are to perish, however, I will be taking your armor and sword for myself." Krin nodded, though he seemed to consider the fact that his sword was far too big for Kuriza. By the time the thought passed, however, the young Changeling's knee was buried in his chest, and blood was spilling from his mouth. After an interminable few seconds, Krin recovered, elbowing Kuriza in the side of the head and sending him across the room. Kuriza recovered quickly, pressing his lizard-like feet against the floor and leaping back towards his Underling. They fought for hours, Krin never having the advantage and yet somehow staying on his feet. Kuriza landed more hits, being the superior breed, race, and warrior, but seemed to grow frustrated as Krin's stamina made itself apparent. A tail sweep to his legs resulted in the swordsman landing on one hand and pounding Kuriza with his heel. A punch to the face resulted in a stumble, and nothing else. His fists and feet and tail had already dented Krin's armor, the latter of which had shattered parts of it...And yet the third generation Saiyan refused to falter. Eventual, the young Changeling dropped to one knee, breathing heavily. As he did, the bloodied Krin placed his sword on Kuriza's neck. "And...that is why we train. You'd be in critical care for a week had this been a real fight...Not to mention mostly mechanical by the time I'd finished chopping. When you undertake Frost's training, you'll have to be on your toes at all times. All of his students have been in a life or death situation, Kuriza, and most of them died...It is unlikely he'll go any easier on you just because you descend from Lord Chilled. Now...Would you like to know why Lord Frieza actually sent us here?" Kuriza nodded, still trying to get a grip on himself. Losing to his Underling!? How could he be so weak?! "This is the place where Changelings once came to achieve their secondary forms...Your father is concerned you need to gain strength beyond that of what Frost can teach you, and so he has sent you here to find the gem that will mutate your genes so that you can transform...Which means that you'll stand a chance against me when we next spar." Kuriza let that sink in, then grinned a diabolical grin. A second form? He'd heard tell of it, and he'd been told that King Cold usually wore the second form...But unlocking it for himself? Sudden possibilities shot through his mind; possibilities of conquering planets and killing his foes...Possibilities that had previously been but dreams of what could have been, if he'd ever trained hard enough. Now, however, those dreams seemed palpable...And, apparently, it was only a matter of days before they were. |
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| Old Kuriza | Jan 1 2012, 05:06 PM Post #3 |
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"Master Kuriza! We've found it! We've found the...the...uh...ah..." Krin stumbled over his words for a moment, excitement, fear, and a lack of breath overcoming his usually fluent accent and language. Kuriza turned his head to the left slightly, bemused and curios. Sure, he'd been taught many languages in his younger years, but the fact that any being raised to only barely speak a language besides his native one should have been far more capable. But alas; perhaps Krin would be better speaking the Human languages, which were far easier to pronounce. "We've found the Gem of Manifestation...It is here, sire, in my travel bags...If you would give me but one moment to fetch it..." Kuriza's lip curved into a half smile, his eyes slitting as a series of sadistically bloody images flashed through his mind. His enhanced standing high over Frost's kingdom, his goblet full of the Changeling's blood as he toasted the new reign of the Cold family. He saw planets crumbling under his foot, creatures turning to flame and ash with a simple twitch of his wrist. It was a beautifully bloody sight, and one that fueled Kuriza's desire to get his hands on the Gem of Manifestation. He sipped some red wine from a jewel encrusted goblet, tossing the rest, goblet and all, behind him. He rose to his not-so-impressive full height and watched with a raised brow as Krin pulled an orange glowing object wrapped in cloth from his pack. This was it; the Gem of Manifestation. Krin moved forward tentatively, as if scared that the thing might explode or crumble in his hands. As he reached the bottom step, Kuriza reached down and pulled the cloth back, resting his eyes on the Gem. Time seemed to slow; this was it. Kuriza would, at last, match up to his fellow Changelings. At last, he would have his revenge on any who had belittled him before. He reached down, his hand slowly curling until only his index finger remained pointing towards the Gem. Gently- perhaps more so than a mother with her infant- he placed his finger on the surface of the orange gem. A surge of power jolted him, like caffeine and adrenaline combined and injected directly into his heart. His pupils widened, his eyes widened, and he lifted into the air. Orange energy consumed him, forming a dome around him. For a time, nothing happened. Krin grew worried something had gone terribly wrong. Perhaps the Gem was cursed, or perhaps Kuriza had been overwhelmed and killed. What would Frieza say? Then a crack appeared in the dome. Then another. The cracks webbed all the way around, much like an egg splitting open. A shout from Kuriza somewhere within the dome resulted in a surge of power, shoving the shell-like energy away. Searing white light consumed Kuriza's throne room for a long moment, blinding Krin for nearly five minutes. And so it was five minutes before the third generation Saiyan finally saw Kuriza. At first, he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him...Then he realized what he was seeing. Kuriza was staring down at his right hand, which had developed a sort of built-in Bracer, as had his left. As if by magic, he wore a blue semi-armored uniform. ![]() "M'lord...You...look nothing like Lord Frieza or Cold...What is this form?" Kuriza stared down at himself for another long moment, then lowered his right arm and flicked his tail. "I'm not transformed yet. Obviously, I've just aged a couple of years so...If I am to truly achieve my first transformation, I need to partake in a bit of blood shed to allow the Gem's power to manifest..." Kuriza's cold blue eyes fell on Krin, who's hand suddenly seemed to like his sword. Again his face bore a half smile, and he knew that, unlike the last time, he was plenty strong enough to take Krin on. Perhaps the transformation wasn't complete...But it was close. Krin seemed to know this, as he'd inched back a bit. A spark of orange energy from Kuriza's finger drew Krin's attention...Followed by a thin, nearly invisible thread of the same orange energy. Krin rolled away, but not before the beam cut three inches into his right arm. By the time Krin was on his feet, Kuriza was gone, out of the room. He knew Krin would be after him, enforcing a rule in which he was not allowed to kill the slaves. But sadly, Krin would be too late. Already Kuriza was upon the mines, two beams of energy for each hand formed. He unleashed the total of four, targeting cans of gas. The energy struck, causing them to explode and killing dozens of the innocents. Another wave of energy repeated the process, and Kuriza could already feel his muscles loosening, growing. Before long, his second transformation would be achieved... |
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