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| Topic Started: Apr 19 2016, 09:13 AM (226 Views) | |
| Old Frieza | Apr 19 2016, 09:13 AM Post #1 |
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PTO Praetor // Cold Clan Heir
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| Cooler123 | Apr 19 2016, 02:05 PM Post #2 |
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Kether leaned back in his seat as the shuttle took off from Namek. The PTO guards that were manning the security checkpoints in the transit station had been easy enough to bribe, which meant that he hadn’t had his ID scanned. That would give him the advantage that he needed when he arrived back on Earth: Surprise. Until then, however, he had plenty of time to kill, and YAHNOVA wasn’t feeling particularly talkative at the moment. That left his mind free to wander to other things, specifically a small gem that he had discovered during his time on Mortoseth. As he fumbled through his pockets for it, he couldn’t help but grin slightly as he remembered the young boy he had found himself sparring with during the last time he had used the gem. He hadn’t had any idea what was going on at the time, but after some reflection he realized that the gem was able to connect people from across the galaxy in a mental realm. He hadn’t had the chance to try it out since then, but he was certainly curious and now seemed like as good a time as any. Once he found the gem, he brought it up to eye level and began to look into it as the inner light seemed to pull him in deeper and deeper. After what seemed like an eternity, or maybe just a split second, he managed to tear his gaze away from the gem. His eyes widened as he examined his new surroundings. He appeared to be in a giant crater of some sort. As he looked around, he noticed another figure standing relatively close by. His eyes narrowed as he realized that it was a Changeling. Although he had never personally faced a Changeling, he had been briefed on their species back during the war as they had been one of the more dangerous opponents that GUARDIAN might have come in contact with. They relied on various transformations to suppress their naturally high energy levels to more manageable levels, making them extremely dangerous as it was hard to get an accurate gauge of just how strong an individual Changeling really was. With that in mind, Kether could sense a fairly high level of energy from this particular individual, but nothing that he couldn’t handle at the moment. ”So,” Kether’s voice rang out in the silence. ”What brings you to this place?” He made sure to keep his guard up even as he spoke, ready to summon the Xodus at a moment’s notice if it was necessary.
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| Old Frieza | Apr 20 2016, 08:32 AM Post #3 |
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PTO Praetor // Cold Clan Heir
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| Cooler123 | Apr 20 2016, 04:32 PM Post #4 |
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Kether couldn’t help grinning slightly at the Changeling’s insinuation that he wouldn’t have to take Kether seriously while they were in this strange realm. He supposed that was true enough if nothing that happened in this realm actually damaged their body in the real world. That being said, he would most likely take any combat in this realm just as seriously as he would if they met in the flesh. ”My name is Kether,” he said in response to the Changeling’s question. ”I’m actually here mainly because I’m in the middle of a fairly long flight in the real world and I wanted to pass the time. It’s only the second time that I’ve used this gem, so I was curious as to what exactly I could do with it.” He took a look around the area that they found themselves in, examining the crater. ”It’s usually common courtesy to offer your own name as well.” After a few more seconds, he returned his gaze to the Changeling. ”Where are we, anyways? Did you make this place or did we both just sort of end up here?” Kether was fascinated with this place, but he wasn’t sure how long he would be able to remain here. That was another mystery he hoped to solve.
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| Old Frieza | Apr 21 2016, 08:33 PM Post #5 |
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PTO Praetor // Cold Clan Heir
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[dohtml]<link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Poiret+One' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Droid+Serif' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Pacifico' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Inconsolata' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <style> body { background-color:black; } .container { width:500px; margin-left:auto; margin-right:auto; position:relative; } .roleplaysphere { tabindex:1; width: 50px; position: relative; left: 215px; top: 100px; transition: width 1s, left 1s, top 1s; } .container:focus .roleplaysphere { left:0px; width:500px; top:0px; } .roleplay { width:350px; height:250px; margin-left:auto; margin-right:auto; background-color:#2E0854; padding:10px; font-size:11px; font-family:Droid Serif, Geneva; border-radius:3px; line-height:auto; text-align:justify; position:absolute; top:120px; left:65px; z-index:999; overflow-y:auto; color:#dce5e1; opacity:0; transition: opacity 1s; transition-delay: 1s; border:2px solid black; } .container:focus .roleplay { opacity:1; } .wordcount { width:350px; height:20px; margin-left:auto; margin-right:auto; padding:10px; font-size:14px; font-family:Droid Serif, Geneva; line-height:auto; text-align:justify; position:relative; bottom:40px; z-index:999; color:#dce5e1; text-align:center; } </style> <div class='container' tabindex='0'> <div class='roleplay'>[/dohtml] His black eyes roamed around the area, taking note of the large crater that the two were in, and the dark soil at their feet that seemed to be some type of thick ash. It was a strange area no doubt, and pondering over the new arrivals question he himself wondered. Turning back to Kether, he raised a brow. " I have always wondered that myself. I am not sure if I subconsciously made this place, or if it really exists. If it does, I have yet to find a planet like this." he said gazing up at the red sky above them for a moment. The planet was similar to that of the saiyan home planet Vegeta, but this volcano he was unsure of. "And I am Lord Cooler, Prince Cooler, or just Cooler. Depends on who your allegiance falls to" He said continuing to look around, as if uninterested in his own titles. It truth, he was not. He had the surnames, but none of the power that came with them... Yet. Once more, he looked back to Kether. Often he came to this place to fight, but sometimes it was nice to just have an intelligent conversation with someone. Most of the lackies he traveled with were unable to do so. " What do you know of this Astral realm? Or at least, what do you think of it Kether?" [dohtml] </div> <img src='http://i.imgur.com/CpQrteA.png' class='roleplaysphere' tabindex='0'><br> <img src='http://i.imgur.com/UkbicOt.png'> <div class='wordcount'>[/dohtml]237[dohtml]</div> </div>[/dohtml] |
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| Cooler123 | Apr 22 2016, 02:12 PM Post #6 |
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Kether nodded slightly at the Changeling’s explanation of not knowing whether the area they found themselves in was subconsciously created or if it really existed somewhere. All in all, it didn’t particularly have any major impact on the fact that they found themselves there now. At the mention of his name, Kether’s eyes widened slightly before narrowing in suspicion. He had heard of Frieza, Prince of the Changeling Empire and figurehead of the Planet Trade Organization. He hadn’t ever heard the name Cooler in his briefings, however. ”Well, it’s an honor to meet you, Prince Cooler,” he said with a slight bow of respect. It wasn’t a symbol of fealty or anything so grandiose. Earth would always be the only place that he would willingly serve, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t show respect to someone who was such an important figure. At Cooler’s question, Kether shrugged slightly and looked around his surroundings again. ”Honestly, not much,” he replied. ”Like I said, it’s only the second time that I’ve been here and the first time I didn’t even know what was going on. That being said,” he continued, ”It’s certainly an interesting place.” He didn’t want to reveal too much about himself to the prince, preferring that he simply be thought of as a normal, albeit powerful, human. Something about the astral realm felt right to him, however, and he thought it might have something to do with his recently awoken Celestial cells. ”I think I’ll be coming here to do some research on it in the future. After all, who knows what secrets this place might hold.” After a few seconds of silence, he turned to Cooler again. ”I must admit, Prince Cooler, I’ve never actually met a Changeling before. I have heard that your species uses transformations in order to suppress their energy levels. Is that true?” Transformations were something of a curiosity to Kether and who better to learn more about them from than the species whose very existence relied on such transformations. ”I would be most interested in seeing one, if it’s not too much to ask.”
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| Old Frieza | Apr 23 2016, 12:27 PM Post #7 |
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PTO Praetor // Cold Clan Heir
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| Cooler123 | Apr 23 2016, 01:36 PM Post #8 |
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Kether nodded again at the mention of there not being many Changelings left in the galaxy. That fit the briefings that he had been given during the war about them. The fact that they were trying to change that was an interesting bit of information. It could prove dangerous down the line if anything came of it. When Cooler cocked his head to the side at his questions about transformations, Kether wondered if he had overstepped some boundary by asking about it. ”Transformations have always fascinated me,” he said in response to Cooler’s question about why he was so curious. ”The ability to change oneself to such an extent… It’s quite an interesting ability. Plus, if I’m being honest, knowing more about transformations might help me if I ever have to face off against someone who can use them. As far as I’m aware, humans don’t possess the ability to transform in the same way as other species. That means that I can use all of the help I can get against an opponent that can.” Kether glanced down toward his own hands. ”I am not a normal human either, so perhaps part of the reason that I am so curious is that I hope to discover a way to attain a transformation for myself as well.” He looked back up at the Changeling Prince. ”And who better to observe than a prince of the Changelings?”
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| Old Frieza | Apr 24 2016, 01:01 PM Post #9 |
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PTO Praetor // Cold Clan Heir
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[dohtml]<link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Poiret+One' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Droid+Serif' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Pacifico' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Inconsolata' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <style> body { background-color:black; } .container { width:500px; margin-left:auto; margin-right:auto; position:relative; } .roleplaysphere { tabindex:1; width: 50px; position: relative; left: 215px; top: 100px; transition: width 1s, left 1s, top 1s; } .container:focus .roleplaysphere { left:0px; width:500px; top:0px; } .roleplay { width:350px; height:250px; margin-left:auto; margin-right:auto; background-color:#2E0854; padding:10px; font-size:11px; font-family:Droid Serif, Geneva; border-radius:3px; line-height:auto; text-align:justify; position:absolute; top:120px; left:65px; z-index:999; overflow-y:auto; color:#dce5e1; opacity:0; transition: opacity 1s; transition-delay: 1s; border:2px solid black; } .container:focus .roleplay { opacity:1; } .wordcount { width:350px; height:20px; margin-left:auto; margin-right:auto; padding:10px; font-size:14px; font-family:Droid Serif, Geneva; line-height:auto; text-align:justify; position:relative; bottom:40px; z-index:999; color:#dce5e1; text-align:center; } </style> <div class='container' tabindex='0'> <div class='roleplay'>[/dohtml] Cooler crossed his arms as he listened, and continued to have a faint smile that resembled a hint of arrogance. He also took note when he said he wasn't a normal human, but that could have meant a many dozen different things. For the topic at hand, the changeling gave a short speech about something his brother and father had also agreed upon when their family was still on speaking terms. "Our transformations are not just a metamorphosis, but a weapon in themselves. They are our key to survival, and the reason the numbers in my family are dwindling is because the younger generations cannot transform, and there fore cannot become strong enough to defend themselves. He said with remorse. He didn't want to be one of the last remaining changelings, if anything it bothered him. Cooler was a great white buffalo in the universe, and that put a target on his back. " However, if I were to show you my transformation, you would have an upper hand in knowledge against the next changeling you meet. And that I can not provide for you good sir Kether. But in respect, if we ever meet again either in this realm, or the real one, I'll give you an opportunity to witness the benevolence of it. With this, brought his hands together and bowed in respect to the man who had been so pleasant for this trip to the astral plane. "So until next time, you'll have to wait in wonder.. and with that, he faded out like a dissipating cloud. [dohtml] </div> <img src='http://i.imgur.com/CpQrteA.png' class='roleplaysphere' tabindex='0'><br> <img src='http://i.imgur.com/UkbicOt.png'> <div class='wordcount'>[/dohtml]259/1,138[dohtml]</div> </div>[/dohtml] |
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