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Frieza vs Cooler (finished); Spar Nonplanet
Topic Started: Aug 27 2015, 09:42 AM (294 Views)
Aya
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An unspecified time

"We've found him, sir."

"Found whom? There are numerous people with whom I am trying to come into contact, some more urgently than others and I trust that you were aware of the urgency factor when you decided to disturb me right now."

"It's your brother, sir. We believe that you are now able to set up a telepathic link with him,"

"Can he perform telepathy himself?"

"Unknown, sir, but attempts to communicate with him were extremely unsucessful until recently."

"I see. You know we've never actually met. He was gone long before I was born."

"Sir?"


"You can go." Frieza turned in his hoverchair, a round bubble of a thing meant to suppress his energy as much as possible, and closed his eyes. As his telepathic powers neared the brink of feasibility, something as simple as connecting to the astral realm was cake for him. He could do it while conscious, while fighting, without skipping a beat. His form appeared first as a wisp of black and purple mist, coalescing into the form that he took when he was in the astral plane. It was himself, of course, but covered in what appeared to be a poorly designed cloak. The fabric was brown but dingy, made of something akin to burlap and easily dismissible to most warriors.

Attempting to reach out to his brother, he called allowed in a voice slightly masked, "I wonder if I will find Prince Cooler here..."

WC: 245
"I want interaction but this is going to be a real battle, possibly to the death depending on how it goes." -Revan, on Aya.
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Cooler123
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Where… am I? He had placed his hand on the gem that was set on Breezle’s throne which seemed to be glowing with a strange light and all of a sudden he had simply ceased to be there and began to be here. As far as the prince was aware, nobody had ever created the technology necessary for true teleportation, although perhaps in his absence that had changed.

Glancing around his new surroundings, he seemed to be somewhere that was quite similar to the plains on the warmer part of planet Frieza. Something seemed…off. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was something strange about this place that simply didn’t feel like his home planet. He did manage to spot a cloaked figure a few hundred feet away and decided he might as well see if they had any answers as to where he was and how he had gotten there.

As he started to walk toward the figure, a voice (apparently the voice of the figure) called out and Cooler stopped dead in his tracks as he heard his own name and title. Nobody besides his father and Lord Frost had shown any knowledge of his existence since he had been freed from his two hundred year sleep. ”You have found him,” he called out in response. ”Although I must say, there are not many who know my name, nor the title that goes with it.” Curiously enough, the figure did look slightly familiar, although he had not seen many Changelings who were strong enough to require such a suppressed transformation. This one must be either incredibly powerful or simply foolish.

”You appear to have me at a disadvantage,” he continued smoothly. ”Who are you?”

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WC: 288
Cooler WC: 288
TWC: 533
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Aya
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"Certainly a good question. An answer will appear in time. First I wonder if we could..."

Reaching into the mental realm took training for most warriors. Frieza grasped it like a blademaster to a grip. Within the physical realm he was capable of amazing feats, but within the realm where the mind ruled, he could do nearly anything he could imagine.

And he could imagine quite a lot.

Spreading his hand out with the slightest wave, he released several dozen spheres of energy but before the naked eye could grasp them, they had been mentally covered by a psychic projection. That projection was of the covered Lord Frieza himself, still unrecognizable. They each held very minimal power, but there were nearly fifty of them. "I hope you'll permit me. Strike the real me, once."

He melded into the others as they all converged into a group, and then, as a thunderous herd of Changelings, they all rushed at their newfound foe. Frieza, in secret, had the greatest respect for his brother. Most who had been through half of his torment would have hung up their metaphoric gloves for good. He was here, accepting a challenge, and now, fighting what seemed to be an army of warriors.

Upon contact with the warrior, they would disappear as their form was held by the smallest modicum of energy for sheer simplicity's sake. But they worked in unison. They were of one mind. One mind that could, and had, commanded an intergalactic army.

WC: 249
TWC: 494
[For Spars you only need to keep track of your word count. Just FYI.]
"I want interaction but this is going to be a real battle, possibly to the death depending on how it goes." -Revan, on Aya.
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Cooler was slightly annoyed with the tone that the other Changeling had taken with him, especially since he somehow knew exactly who he was. Experience had told him, however, that most people who spoke as this person did were well worth listening to.

Suddenly, as if from nowhere, there was an army of figures surrounding him. Immediately dropping into a fighting stance, he was shocked as he noticed that they all shared the same features, or at least what few features he could make out underneath the cloaks that they all wore. At the command (who was this Changeling who would dare command him?) to strike the real one, the entire group rushed toward him. With a grimace, he raised two fingers and brought them across in a slicing motion, hoping to catch all of them with the cutting beam of energy.

Unfortunately for the Prince, his opponent appeared to know what he was doing and although close to half of them had been destroyed by the move, there were still more than enough remaining to give him a headache. Cooler had always been incredibly intelligent, but that was on a more strategic level than a tactical one. His energy levels hadn’t quite reached where he was before he had been frozen either, although they were getting closer every day. Making a split second decision to attempt to throw this mysterious challenger off of his game, he shot directly toward one of the attacking figures on the edge of the pack, hoping to cause the rest to divert course and lose some momentum.

Slamming a fist into its chest and causing it to disappear, Cooler performed a flip and slammed his tail down on another figure that had gotten just a bit too close without the backup of the rest of them. By the time he had finished that, there was about twenty of them left and they were all on top of him. With a quick twist, he shot down toward the ground again, limiting their attacks to five directions instead of six and going on the defensive. This is where he would have to prove to both himself and his opponent how strong he really was.

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WC: 368
TWC: 656
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Aya
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And as he brought himself down into the defensive stance, he would find it unnecessary. With the same wave that had brought them all to life, Frieza had dismissed the creations just as quickly, leaving only one. Showing that he wasn't the type to stay out of the fray, he had indeed worked towards the center where he was planning on placing a punch straight in his brother's jaw.

This turned out to be unnecessary as the older Changeling had proved his worth quite quickly, instead, Frieza dropped his stance and returned to merely standing, "Now how's that for a bit of sibling teasing?" The High Praetor of the PTO removed the hood of his cloak and revealed what had come to be known as a quite legendary countenance. "You're quite a bit taller than me, aren't you?"

"I suppose that's to be expected. I am Frieza, of Clan Cold. I have been searching for you, brother." Extending his hand towards the other Changeling, looking to both help him to his feet and greet him in something of a standard manner. Changelings, after all, were never the 'huggy' types.

"I believe, if you're up to it, that I have a place for you in my Empire."

WC: 206
TWC: 700
"I want interaction but this is going to be a real battle, possibly to the death depending on how it goes." -Revan, on Aya.
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As the other Changeling seemed to have seen enough and dispelled the copies that had surrounded him only moments ago, Cooler remained suspicious. It wasn’t until he had dropped out of his combat stance that Cooler allowed himself to do the same, curious about what would happen next.

Sibling rivalry? he thought to himself in confusion. As the figure dropped his hood, Cooler was taken aback to see a figure that certainly did share many of his own characteristics, which surprised him as he was obviously in a very suppressed form. At the almost friendly tone of voice, Cooler started to get slightly annoyed. He was a Prince, after all, and no other Changeling besides his father should address him so familiarly without his permission or unless they were quite a good friend.\

Frieza…. That name had been burning inside of him ever since he had awoken. It took a few seconds before he snapped out of the shock of meeting this upstart. His… brother. ”YOUR empire?” he whispered, anger seeping through his normally calm exterior. ”YOUR EMPIRE??” Slapping aside the extended hand, he dropped back into a fighting stance. ”This Empire belongs to ME! I am the first-born son of King Cold, heir to the throne of the Cold Clan and the Changeling Empire!” With a jab directed toward Frieza’s stomach, his anger exploded. ”You are NOT my superior!”

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WC: 230
TWC: 886
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Frieza looked at the slapped hand almost casually, then back up at Frieza. His brother was, naturally, taller than him even in his suppressed form. A portion of the Changeling wondered how powerful his brother was, but he knew the answer was plain and simple not powerful enough.

"Well, you're half right," Frieza said with a shrug, turning away and walking a few steps back towards the ever so distant horizon, "I never intended to be your superior, dear brother. But I will not have you disrespect what I've worked for. This has become and remains my Empire. And so I will leave you now. But I will not stop. I will return and request you join me again. And again. And again. And when the fires of hatred burn from you, you will join me. And we, and father, will take the universe in the clutches of our hands. Because that is what we were meant to do. Because we are family. We are the Clan Cold. And nothing will stop us from our destiny. Not even you."

He stopped and looked over his shoulder, "In the mean time, I do not want you to think I am weak, so I will leave you with... let's say twenty percent of my power. It was, truly, an honor to finally meet you." Raising his finger over his head nonchalantly, Frieza created a ball of energy roughly the size of Earth's moon. As someone flicks a piece of lint off of their shoulder, so too did he flick the planetoid-sized orb at his own sibling. It wouldn't kill him, of course, not in this realm. But it would hurt well enough, and do enough damage to knock him from the realm. Moreover, despite its size, it seemed to move at the speed of a planet as well, hurtling through the miniature space in less than the blink of an eye.

In that time, Frieza himself was gone.

WC: 328
TWC: 1k+

[That's uh... roughly 280k for that Death Ball, in case you're curious...]
"I want interaction but this is going to be a real battle, possibly to the death depending on how it goes." -Revan, on Aya.
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